Midnight Heat (Firework Girls #2) (5 page)

“It sounds amazing,” I said. “Like a fantasy.”

He furrowed his brows at me and cocked his head, as if he sensed both my deep desire for this and my fear of even trying. Then he leaned in and asked the question that started to change everything.

“Come on, Chloe. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

It wasn’t a casual question. It was serious, and I knew it. We were getting to the heart of things now.

“Just,” I said quietly, “I don’t know. I guess that I’d put all that work in and nothing would happen. In the end I’d be right back where I started.”

“Because it’s not making money?” he asked.

“Well...” I shrugged, “yeah.” But that suddenly wasn’t feeling like a very good reason.

“If you try and fail,” he said firmly, but gently, “that’s
not
going back to where you are right now. Where you are right now, you’re
always
going to wonder. You’re always going to
wish
.” He gave my hand a little squeeze and held my eyes. “It’s always going to be a regret.”

I felt that in my heart. How awful it sounded, too, to just always be wishing and hoping and feeling defeated before I even started.

“Some people feel safer regretting and not trying and they’re okay going on with the status quo,” he continued. “So if that’s you, then there’s nothing you need to change. But,” he said, leaning in and holding my eyes, “I suspect that’s
not
you. Is it?”

I blinked at him.

That was the very moment something inside me started to tip. I could feel it building in me. I was just sitting there on his couch, doing not a single thing to accomplish my dream other than feeling myself accelerate toward a decision. A decision I knew could take me on a completely different path than the one I was currently on.

I looked toward the windows and saw the sky was no longer black. It was a dark blue, that precursor to dawn.

It settled in me then, the genuine belief that I
could
do this, if I really wanted to.

From that moment to the moment I actually
did
choose, was maybe five seconds.

Isn’t it funny how just five seconds can change our lives completely?

Kind of the way one night can.

Sitting there on his couch, my insides were barreling ahead toward something new and for the first time I wasn’t trying to stop it at all.

I wanted it. Why couldn’t I go for it? What did I have to lose, really? It wasn’t like I was going to end up homeless or something. The only thing I had to lose was my pride, and I’ve lost that before, over things that were far less important.

My eyes sharpened on his. “I’d need a domain,” I said.

He grinned.

“If it’s available,” I added, slowly grinning myself.

“I have my laptop.”

I smiled broadly and we hopped up together. I kept the blanket around my shoulders and followed his cute little naked ass across the living room and down the hall to his den. He sat at his desk and took me in his arms as I sat on his lap, cocooned in the blanket.

Once he got his laptop started up, we did some domain searching. My first several ideas were taken already. We spent half an hour brainstorming different ideas until we finally found a domain that was available and I bought it right on the spot, complete with WordPress hosting.

When I clicked “Buy” and watched the confirmation come through, I sat there on his lap, grinning at the screen. I was really going to do this.

I turned and looked at him and we smiled at each other. God, such a handsome, amazing man, this Grayson Piers.

“No turning back now,” he said, winking at me.

I took his face in both my hands and planted an enthusiastic kiss on his lips.

“Mmm,” he said when I pulled away, his eyebrows raised and his arms wrapping more firmly around that. “I like that. I wonder what you’ll do to me after you pick out a blog template.”

“Let’s don’t wait to find out,” I said, kissing him again, feeling him growing against me. I was ready too.
Again
.

We’d cleaned him out of condoms, but since I was on birth control, we’d had a session ‘in the raw.’ I was ready for more.

Our kiss deepened and his strong arms supported me as I rearranged so I was straddling him. The blanket was in the way, but as he kissed me, he pulled the blanket up until I was exposed. I was open and ready for him, and felt his firm cock nearby, but he didn’t enter me yet. Still under the blanket, his hands massaged my back and hips, working down and massaging my ass. Our tongues eagerly tasted each other. I ran my hands down his firm chest and to his hard nipples. I pinched them gently between my fingers and felt his cock bob against me in response.

His mouth broke away from mine and he moved to my neck. He sucked gently just below my earlobe. Working his way down my neck, he took my skin into his wet mouth and lit me up all over. I pressed my bare breasts against his chest, arching my head back as he came to the crook of my neck. He sucked harder then, and I let out a shaky breath. My hands gripped his broad shoulders.

The lips of my sex were spread open and pulsing. I kept adjusting my hips slightly, seeking him, longing for touch. The tip of his cock was pressed against my inner thigh, just next to me, but he was purposely not coming inside me yet, teasing me.

I liked it. It made me want him even more.

He bent down toward my breasts and I leaned back to give him access. He cupped one breast with one hand, bringing it up to his mouth and sucking eagerly. I started to go limp with delight and would have sunk back. His hand on my back supported me and kept me close.

He got my other breast aching, then finally swung over to it. I moved it toward him so he’d get to it sooner. He took my hard nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, running his tongue around it in circles. By this time his cock was bobbing against me, against my outer lips, against my clit, against my opening, and away again. Every time I’d angle toward him, he’d pull just slightly away.

“Come on,” I whispered, almost commanded.

“Whatever do you want,” he asked quietly. I looked down to see him still attached to my breast, but his lips were curled into a mischievous grin.

“Brat,” I said, just as he put both hands on my back, pulled me hard to his mouth and sucked firmly. I exhaled sharply.

“What do you want?” he murmured as he moved back to my other breast. His hands moved down to my ass, spreading me open slightly. His cock lighted on my clit then was gone.

“You,” I said.

“Hmm?” he teased. “What?”

I firmly took his face between my hands, gave him a hard kiss, and said, “Get that cock inside me right now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said grinning. He reached between us, took hold of his cock, and aimed. He was dead center. Pressing my hips down with his free hand, he slid straight into my wet channel. I was so tight I felt every ridge of his rock-hard shaft as he entered me. I sighed with relief at having him fill me at last and he groaned, dropping his forehead onto my shoulder.

Taking my hips in both hands, he gripped me firmly, helping me ride him. God, he felt so good I didn’t ever want it to stop. I wanted to feel him inside me and feel his arms around me and taste the skin on his neck and shoulders for the rest of time.

He grabbed the blanket, sliding it off my body and letting it fall to the floor. I was too hot to need it anymore. He sucked on my neck and thrust deep inside me. I don’t how I still had it within me, but I was so wet I’d soaked him and could hear the sounds of him driving into me.

“Make it last,” I whispered, sucking his jaw then coming up to his mouth.

He kissed me fiercely as we opened wide to each other. He rubbed against me faster, bringing me higher. I moaned and worked against him, my whole body tingling. I was so close to the edge I thought I was about to go over.

He pulled out of me suddenly and I gasped.

He gave me a quick, impassioned kiss then looked at me with those smoldering blue eyes and said, “Get on the floor.”

I lifted myself off his lap and got to my feet. He backed his chair away slightly and we moved to the open floor behind us. As we got down to our knees, he took me by the shoulders and turned me gently, so I was on all fours, facing away from him. I arched my pelvis up, opening to him.

He came behind me and placed one hand flat on the small of my back as he guided his cock into me. Pleasure washed over me and my arms bent slightly, my head falling down. He rocked me deeply and slowly at first, then escalated faster and faster. I arched back against him, wanting even more pressure. He grabbed my shoulders and hammered into me hard.

“Yes!” I gasped.

He wasn’t even touching my throbbing clit but the pleasure was so hard and intense inside me I felt nearly ready to go over. He rammed into me again and again, gripping my shoulder with one hand and squeezing my tit with the other. He stretched me even further as his cock strained more. He felt close too.

“Not yet,” I panted. “Not yet.”

He gave me a few more thrusts, damn near sending me into heaven, then he released me and pulled out. I slowly collapsed onto my side, curling inward. I pressed my legs together to put mild pressure on my throbbing sex.

Panting, I rolled onto my back and looked at him. He was on his knees but sank back onto his heels. He was breathing heavily, his eyes smoldering and devouring me. His cock was bulging, nearly flat against his stomach, ready for me. I spread my legs, inviting him.

He came down on his hands, his muscles flexing as he got into position above me.

Our eyes locked for a moment. I couldn’t believe how I wanted this man more and more. Not just his cock and his fucking sexy body, but
him.
I reached up and took his face in my hands, kissing him passionately. He sank onto me, his hand curling up into my hair as he kissed me back. Our bodies damp with sweat, he entered me again. I moaned in his mouth, still kissing him, grabbing the back of his hair. He rocked me firmly, and this time I didn’t want him to stop.

Our mouths broke apart and we held each other’s gaze as he continued to slide his hard cock in and out of me. I was building again, my chest flushing hot. As the pleasure ballooned in my body, my eyes closed helplessly.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

I opened my eyes and saw him watching me, eagerly, tenderly.

He thrust into me again and the pleasure in my body and my cunt spiked higher. Overcome, I closed my eyes again.

“Look at me,” he whispered again.

His cock was straining harder against me and I gripped him firmly. The pleasure in my body climbed sharply. I opened my eyes and locked onto his. He was close, panting hard, his face reflecting the rising power between us.

He thrust into me harder and I opened my mouth in raw desire but kept my eyes on his. Straining hard against one another, his shaft took me and filled me completely. He came into me so deeply, each thrust landed with a burst of pleasure on my clit. We held each other’s eyes and I watched his face as he climbed toward release. I let him watch me too, filled as I was with ecstasy.

I unbent my knees, open to him completely, arching myself toward him as he thrust into me again and again. Each thrust promised impending release and yet I rose higher. He grew harder. His face reflected unguarded desire and pleasure. My whole body felt hot and ready to burst and I thought I was literally going mad with pleasure and still he drove into me. I cried out once, twice, straining every time his hard cock slammed into me.

His movements grew suddenly frantic and he said, “Oh Chloe,” and his eyes pinched shut. Just as his hot semen filled me I exploded into a climax that had me thrashing and crying out. He cried out too and released his full weight on me, grinding into me. My legs trembled as my orgasm tore through me, spiking hard against his cock. I clawed at his back helplessly, coming completely undone.

It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure bursting through me again and again. At last I came down in slow, powerful waves that left my heart pounding fiercely and me gasping for breath. Still full with him, my pussy tightened around him with each wave of pleasure, then relaxed slightly before tightening again.

When at last it was over and we were weakly holding each other, panting into each other’s necks, I was the first to speak.

“Holy god,” I whispered.

He sank further against my neck then, wrapping me up firmly in his arms, and squeezed me like he couldn’t get enough.

The phrase, “I love you,” came suddenly to mind and I realized it would have felt as natural to say it as it would’ve been to hear it.

He came up slightly so he could look me in the eyes.

His eyes seemed to say what I was thinking. Perhaps mine did too.

He kissed me then, deeply and intimately. I kissed him in return, holding back nothing.

When he pulled away, he stayed close. He rolled onto his side, bringing me with him. I settled against his chest, still panting slightly. The sky out the window was getting lighter. The sun would be breaking the horizon soon.

It had felt so peaceful and promising. In that moment.

If only we could’ve stayed in that moment longer... long enough for my heart to be ready for him.