Sin City Baby

r word, I threw myself at him.

Our lips collided, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I expected him to pick me up and walk me into my apartment. To press me against the wall with his taut muscles and rip my clothes off my body. My lips were undulating against his, and my tongue slid across his lips. But instead of his hands falling to my hips or his lips parting for my tongue, he stood there.

Unmoving.

I felt like an idiot. All of those swirling teenage dreams came to a grinding halt. I pulled my lips away from him and settled back down on my feet as embarrassment cascaded over my body. What the hell had I been thinking? I had clearly misread any signals I thought he’d been giving off at the bar. I looked down at my feet before I slung my purse over my shoulder, then I turned to head into my apartment.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, without turning to face him. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Are you drunk?”

His question stopped me in my tracks as I stood just inside the doorway to my apartment.

“What?” I asked.

“Are you drunk?” he repeated.

I turned and lifted my eyes to Grant’s. I could see the conflict running behind them. Was that what he was afraid of? That he was taking advantage of me?

“No,” I said. “The fresh air from the car ride sobered me up. Thank you for that, by the way. For bringing me home.”

“Okay,” he said. “And you’re welcome.”

I nodded and reached out for the door, but it crashed open and caught me off guard. Grant’s hands gripped my hips and hoisted me off my feet, then slammed my back into the wall. A gasp fell from my lips; one he swallowed as he covered his mouth with mine. My eyes fluttered closed and my legs wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his hands digging into the meat of my body.

He lifted me from the wall before he reached back and slammed my door closed. Then he placed me against it and began to tug at my clothes. His lips were electric, caressing my neck as his hands slid my dress from my body. I was panting. Moaning. Aching for him between my legs. He set me down, and I tugged his pants down his body before I pulled his cock out. It was leaking. Pulsing. Warming in the palm of my hand.

Then Grant whipped me around and pressed me to the door.

He kicked my legs apart with his own before his lips fell to my neck, nipping and sucking as his hands ran along the curves of my body. He unhooked my bra with one hand, and I allowed it to slide down my arms as he cupped my tits and caressed my nipples to engorged peaks. I could feel his hips grinding against mine. I could feel his cock sliding between my dripping pussy folds. His hands grabbed my ass and massaged my skin, then I felt one of them disappear behind me.

“Should I grab us some protection?” Grant asked.

“I’m on birth control,” I said breathlessly.

“Good,” he said hotly.

His cock sank into me from behind, and my legs gave way. His arm hooked around me and held me up as he buried every inch into my throbbing pussy. Our juices dripped, and my body shook. I was pressed between his sinewy body and the cool strength of the door. He slid in effortlessly, coating himself in my arousal before he slid back out.

Then he slammed back into me again and again, leaving me breathless against my door.

His hands gripped my hips as I reached back for his hair. I arched into him, raking my hands through his soft tendrils. He crouched down and rolled into me, piercing me to my core as a fire sparked in my toes. Electricity was buzzing through my brain, rendering me senseless as my body jumped with thrust after thrust. I stood on my tiptoes, begging him for more. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, growing and trembling and leaking deep into my body.

“Grant. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please.”

A growl emanated from his throat, and it sent goosebumps cascading down my body.

My grip on his hair tightened as he threw me over the edge into an orgasm. My body fell back into the door as my hands planted against the cool wood. I felt his hands travel up my arms, seeking out my fingers as he laced them together. He was pressed against me, my naked body against his, and his cock pumped me full of him until our intermingled juices were dripping down the inside of my thighs.

He gripped my hands tightly as his lips fell to my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses against my skin. My head fell to the side, opening up to him more as he kissed up my pulsing vein. My jaw. My cheek. The shell of my ear. I shivered against him. My body was weak against him. I was panting from the aftershocks of my pleasure, and I moaned as his cock slid from between my legs.

I collapsed, and he caught me in his bulging arms. He turned me around, and my face rose up to meet his and our lips connected again. A sweet, sensual, warming kiss that filled my body with what I’d longed to feel for so many years.

I felt cherished in the arms of my first love.

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