GRIND

Could I act like what I just saw didn’t faze me? Could I act unfazed? So I did my best. But not for long!!

Ugh!

Oh my god! I just saw Bradly Rainshaw’s HU-MONGOUS penis! I wanted to scream and tell all of my best friends from Texas.

He refilled my flute and set the Cristal back on the tray all the while with a goofy grin. But cocky, definitely cocky like the badass he was as if he was thinking, “Oh yeah, you know you want it.”

Oh, I do! I do!

Well, if he was going to play that game…I sat up just a bit straighter so that my nipples were just parallel to the water.

“Thank you.” I made sure to say it in a deeper voice, a more seductive one, like Scarlett Johansson, and I gave him a daring smile as if I didn’t notice “it” at all. But oh, he noticed my sitting up straight alright, as his dark eyelashes glanced down, and his chin did a slight nod. I could tell by the way he chewed the side of his cheek, that something was happening.

My heart beat like it had just personally drank an entire espresso store. That’s right, an entire store devoted entirely to espresso, and if it beat any faster, I just might die right now, I was just sure of it.

Pounding heartbeats traveled throughout my entire body, pounding in my ears like the loudest drums, and floated down below pulsating a need in my core so deep, that the ache was torture.

Oh Jesus, take the wheel and drive very fast. Real fast. As in, beam-me-up-Scotty fast, because I’m drowning quick in need and may just disappear or blow up. Whichever happens first.

Dear God, I wanted him so fucking bad. That gorgeous, erect, hard cock of his I wanted to suck so hard until he begged me to stop, that or fill me so deep that that dull ache would finally go away. I wanted to suck on his earlobe and whisper dirty things for once! And as he found his own release within me, I wanted to dig my fingernails into his strong back muscles and just lose control for once in my very so calculated and what has now become a very boring life!

But ‘boring’ has flown out the window faster than a crazed bird. This. He and me. Out in this nor’ easter, yeah, this has become something very interesting. But how interesting would it get? I sat up straighter, my nipples hardening so hard, it stung and if he didn’t kiss me in one more second, I was going to have to straddle him right now and put an end to my misery.

“Let's cut the bullshit, I know you want it.” God did answer my prayer fast. Shit. I held my breath to make sure I had just heard what I heard.

“I can tell by the heaves of your breath, your flushed cheeks. I know a woman’s arousal.”

“I'm just, umm... hot, because I’m in tub hot. I mean, hot tub. And it’s…co….cold outside. I’m freezing from the snow.”

His pouty lips curled into a sexy smile as if he knew I’d given the unspoken green light.

Stupid thing to say. Why did I just say that you got me all flabbergasted, and I didn't know what to expect about what would happen next! He was Bradley!

“You know, you're really cute when you try to hide your feelings. It's like you're itching for me to touch you again.”

There goes that bolt of electricity surging through me again, with poison as great as that of a cobra snake. My senses were gone. My reasoning, done. I was officially under his spell. Signed, sealed, delivered, raging hormones, I’m all yours. But I can’t let him know that! I can’t…

“I'm not hiding anything. I'm not! You are rather presumptuous, you know.”

A grasp on my heel. A firm grasp that hooked my heel like a hook secures a fish. Oh holy moly. It wasn't some ‘come here baby let me stroke your calf.’ Oh, hell no, it was ‘things are about to go down, and I'm in control. Hang on for the ride, baby.’ My pussy jumped up and down and did a toe touch, backflip, pike, double flip before landing a perfect Olympic gold medal award winning ten, I swear.

* * *

“I am a man who knows what he wants.” My firm grasp against the hot tub’s edge kept me from going under the water. And just like that, warm water flowed up to my already very heated kitty cat as he hopped his way in between my legs before grabbing my other heel, spreading me wide.

I gulped. I pounded.

I anticipated with every aware cell in my body on high alert. Oh dear God, this was hot. So hot.

In one swift movement, he had my body floating in the water, his hands cupped, my ass and his hard Johnson so close to me, just inches away, until it touched me. It was a small bump against my inner thigh, and I swear, the poke from him below was on purpose, to tease and torture the hell out of me.

Mr. Iron Man could easily bench press with one hand. He had such strong muscles, such control, such passion, such initiative, and I had never been in the hands of such a man. I already quivered.

“I call bullshit. I know you want it.”

“I was bluffing.” I bit my lower lip. Of course I want you to do anything you want to my body. I couldn't take this teasing any longer, I didn't want to lose this opportunity.

My pussy clenched and needed release like. Now. It was too much. I throbbed like a rumbling earthquake. I just needed to be touched down there by him now. Now!

“Say it.” His eyes were dark, the seafoam green eyes deepened into darkened pools of testy waters.

His thumb trailed up my inner thigh and rested right on top of my sex, covered by the thin swimsuit fabric. It was enough to have me crying out.

There was no more pretending or playing. There was no more hate, no more avoidance, just built-up passion that was ready to explode like a volcano.

* * *

Speak, for crying out loud, my heart cried out!

* * *

I nodded, it was all I could do. His tantalizing touch rendered me frozen. As I finally caught my breath, he slowly swiped over the fabric once more. Finally, a moan escaped my tight lips. I was panting, in damn hot need.

“I want you to want me.” His grip tightened around my leg, and all I could think about was being so close to him, so vulnerable, open. I wanted him to fuck me right now. He was so close to me. This Greek god was before me, naked, and the only thing separating us was this water.

“I do. I do.”

He rested his palm at the lowest part of my abdomen, and with mischievous eyes, he slowly turned his hand sideways where his thumb could peek just below the fabric.

“Please.” I was panting.

The touch was mind-blowing, crazily mind-blowing, and I wanted him to rip the fabric off of me. He slowly dipped his thumb into the hood of my clit while his other fingers worked to untie the swimsuit. And just like that, I was a free woman. Completely naked before him. He slowly trailed his finger into my folds, just the slightest touch causing my entire body to clench up from pleasure. Every part of me begged for him to touch harder, to touch more. He licked his lips as if to hint.

“I want you to say to me that you want my mouth on your clit.”

“I don't talk like, I don't, I'm not....” I was breathing hard and could barely speak as he rubbed me faster. Oh dear God, I could come already.

“Don't you want to feel me licking you, making you see stars?”

I nodded and couldn’t take the torture any longer. His touch sent me over the edge.

“Didn't say it.” He shook his head and lightly laughed. He stopped all touching and I wanted to cry. “Let that prude mouth of yours beg for my tongue to lick generously across your clit.”

I've never said out loud dirty things like this in my life. But I wanted it like hell. I want that. I want it!

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I cried out as his thumb teased me once more. I was swelling in sweltering need by the pounding second, growing so tender to the touch.

The sensations caused my head to thrash to the left and right. A scream wanted to escape my clinched jaw. Sure, no one could see us behind the privacy shades, but the noise…well, that was another story. And if he really was going to do what he was teasing about doing, well, I may not be able to b

e quiet.

Hell no.

His touch deepened, as if he knew exactly where to touch me. The touch left me wanting, begging for him to finish as the feelings were escalating, a climax around the corner. So soon, but it was him! And he was so hot.

“I can promise you may have a hard time containing your sweet voice, just as you are now. I'm a man who knows what to do. Exactly what to do, down there. With my tongue.”

He slid his finger right over the hood of my clit and held it there, pressing firmly into me, twisting just a tad, and I nearly came. He held it there as if pinning me against the wall with his bare thumb. So hot.

“Just say it. Say you want my tongue across your clit. Those very words. Now.”