“Please—please punish me.” I threw my head back and moaned.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I wasn’t going to be able to take much more. The pleasure was too intense. He moved his finger back to my clit and I started to shake with euphoric bliss. He was right. I could tell that I was going to come harder than ever before. He gave me a few more smacks—harder ones that landed directly in the center of my ass—and then he started to rub my clit faster. My hips bucked against him and I bounced on his knee. I could hardly stay in place. He put a hand on my lower back and held me in position while he rubbed my clit. I was gonna come alright—and it was building so fast that my head was starting to spin.
“Oh god! I’m gonna come! Oh god!” My whole body began to shake.
The euphoria took me to the edge of ultimate bliss, and I lingered there for a brief moment before I tumbled over the edge. I tumbled straight into ecstasy, hitting every orgasmic bump on the way down. My body jerked and I lost control of my muscles for a moment, but Greyson held me tight. His finger kept moving around my clit in a rapid motion—using the hard bundle of nerves like a button that injected jubilation directly into my soul. He rubbed my clit until I finally started to calm down—and then I felt a peaceful afterglow that left me a little tired but floating on a cloud of triumph.
We both got to come—and I’m still a virgin. If that felt amazing, then how good will it feel when he’s finally inside me?
“I think we should go to the jacuzzi now.” Greyson held me in his arms and started to stand. “You might sink to the bottom if you go back in the pool.”
“That’s—probably true.” I nodded and smiled as I leaned against his chest.
The jacuzzi felt incredible on my tired muscles—muscles that had been exhausted from doing absolutely nothing except existing in the moment. The hot water in the jacuzzi did make my ass sting a little bit, but it wasn’t unbearable. I snuggled in Greyson’s arms and he held me while we enjoy the warmth. I wasn’t sure what was better—the afterglow or being able to savor it in his arms. I felt so comfortable and relaxed, like I had found the safest place in the entire world. I never wanted to go—but we had to get out of the jacuzzi eventually or we would spend the rest of the day looking like prunes.
“What would you like for lunch?” Greyson leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I’d like to just spend the day with you—without having to call the chef.”
“I guess we’ll have to find something to cook.” He chuckled and leaned forward.
“We could order something.” I sat up and reached for the edge of the jacuzzi. “They won’t go further than the door.”
There were plenty of options for delivery and it had been ages since I had Chinese take-out, so we decided to order that. It would also give us leftovers for dinner if we got hungry again—and breakfast if we didn’t. It had been a few years since I had woken up to the smell of Chinese leftovers being nuked in the microwave. After we ate, I knew that I was going to have to work on my school stuff some more. I hated it, but at the same time, it was the right thing to do. I needed to stay on top of things and Greyson expected it. He might have let me slide, but I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation—even if there was something that I could do to distract him pretty easily after learning how much he liked to feel my lips.
“I guess I should go back upstairs…” I sighed and leaned forward.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I was going to watch a game this afternoon anyway. There’s a college kid I’ve got my eye on, but I haven’t had a chance to watch him play.”
“Boring…” I rolled my eyes.
“So, you’re getting a Sports Management degree, but you don’t really—watch sports?” He tilted his head slightly. “You never played any either…”
“Yeah, I’ve had that internal crisis too. I just always wanted to be like my Dad—I mean, I didn’t know exactly what he did until I was older.” I shrugged. “There are other elements of Sports Management I like though. I think I might like to do Event Marketing.”
“Is that your passion though?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “What would you want to do if you could pick anything?”
“I don’t know…” I looked down at the floor. “Did you want to become a Sports Agent?”
“No, I wanted to be a Rugby player.” He chuckled and tapped his knee. “Life had other plans, so I had to make some too.”
“Right…” I nodded. “I’m honestly—not sure.”
“It’s quite honorable to want to follow in your father’s footsteps, but you don’t have to get a Sports Management degree. If there’s something else you want to do, you should consider it. He would certainly want you to follow your own dream—not his.” Greyson reached forward and grabbed the remote.
I guess I need to think about that…
I walked upstairs to my room and sat down at my computer. I loaded up my assignment and stared at the page where I left off—I didn’t have much more to go until assignment I was working on would be done. My mind started to wander, and I thought about what Greyson said. I already knew that I didn’t want to be an agent. Event Marketing was much more interesting, which is why I decided to try and combine that with Sports Management. I didn’t necessarily have to do Event Marketing for sports. There were plenty of other options that—were more appealing after I took some time to think about it. Greyson was right. I might not have known my father, but the man he described wouldn’t have wanted me to blindly follow a dream that wasn’t mine. I needed to forge my own path.
Later that evening
“Okay, I can’t work on anything else. I’m going to have a headache if I keep staring at that screen.” I walked into the living room and looked at the television. “Damn, is your game not over?”
“The one I was watching ended so I started watching another one.” He muted the television and turned towards me. “I guess you’re tapping out on schoolwork for the day?”
“Yeah.” I exhaled sharply and sat down on the couch. “I’m tired—maybe I need some coffee or something.”