“Why don’t you find out?” she challenges, standing at the edge of the narrow rectangle. I quickly sit up, giving her stomach soft butterfly kisses, while my hands find the sides of her pants. Hooking my fingers on either side, I slowly bring them down, savoring the sight of her practically naked. Inch by inch, my heart races faster while my cock grows at a matching rate. The thin, black fabric finally falls to the ground, revealing the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.
“You’re beautiful,” I say and grab her hips to guide her back on top of me. Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra and kiss my way across her chest, letting it fall to the ground.
Her moans make me harder and I’m craving for her to touch me. As though she can hear my thoughts, her hands move down to my pants and she massages my cock, sliding her hand up and down the outside of my basketball shorts. Just as I’m barely able to contain myself any longer, she takes off my shorts and my dick springs up. She stares at it, and I’m hoping it’s appreciation of my size that I see in her eyes.
“Come here,” I pick her up, sliding my finger under her panties. “You ready, baby?” I ask, already feeling her wetness around my fingers. Sliding them over, she climbs on top, taking me completely inside of her in one fell swoop. I tighten every muscle in my body in order not to come and embarrass myself by finishing in record time.
“Lean back and enjoy the ride,” she insists and I happily hold onto her hips, following her pace. Her handful tits sway every direction as she takes me in and out of her tight sex. I wish I had more hands to touch her everywhere at once. “Touch me, Grant. I’m so close. Release me.” I move my thumb over her clit, massaging it, while thrusting my cock up into her. She rests her hands on the bar above my head as she moves up and down and harder and faster with each thrust. A scream escapes her when she finds her relief, and I instantly find mine after feeling her clinch around me.
She collapses on top of my chest and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her shoulder. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen today.”
“Me either, although…I hoped,” she admits and picks up her head to look at me. I capture her lips in a soft, loving kiss. Now that I’ve come back to my senses, I begin to worry that our first time was too fast and harsh. Jesus, I should’ve taken my time with her. What was I thinking?
Obviously I wasn’t. “Shit, Jessa!” I push us up off the bench. “We didn’t use anything!” I say in a panic. The thought of having a little Bishop frightens me to no end.
“I have an IUD,” she tells me calmly. “And I’m clean. Rob and I always used something. I never told him I had it, so he was religious with the condoms. Not to mention, I just got tested after he left for the tour.” Man, she covers all the bases. Thank God, that’s the last thing I need in my life.
“I’m clean too, but I think in the future we should use a condom. Just as a precaution,” I say. “Now, let’s go.” I pick her up and start walking away from the bench, leaving our clothes where they fell.
“Where are we going?” she giggles. I love the way her small frame wraps perfectly around me, almost as if we were built to fit together like a puzzle. The thought that I found my final puzzle piece to make me whole, alarms me to no end.
“I’m going to clean you up.” I take her into the women’s locker room because I know it’ll be cleaner than the men’s. Turning on the shower, I check the temperature before placing her under the stream of warm water. After her feet touch the floor, I push her up against the wall, encasing her between my arms and kissing her passionately like she deserves. I let my fingers trace over her body, cherishing every inch and relishing the goose bumps that scatter across her with every touch.
I pick up the wash cloth I brought in with us and gently move it between her legs. She shifts and grabs my biceps when I wipe her clean, obviously still sensitive to touch. “Thank you,” she softly says in my ear.
“You’re welcome. Happy Valentine’s Day,” I reply in return. Bending down, I capture her lips, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth as my teeth nibble it. “Come home with me tonight?” I request.
“Okay,” she instantly murmurs. The fact that she didn’t even think about it for a second has my heart doing flip-flops. “But first I think we have a problem to solve,” she jokes and her hand travels down, grabbing my cock and stroking it.
“Do you have a solution?” I rest my forearms against the tile wall above her head, relishing her hands on me.
“I think I do,” she smirks, continuing to stroke me up and down.
“That only solves one problem.” I reach between her legs, slowly circling her clit with my thumb as my finger moves in and out, bringing her wetness around her folds.
“Well, I believe you found the perfect solution, Mr. Bishop.” She rests her head against the tile, bucking her hips into my hand. I watch her breaths hitch as my fingers delve deeper into her warm wetness. She’s an amazing sight when she’s about to come. I could be content for the rest of my days just watching her unfold. Her hand grips me harder and stroking me faster. Between seeing her pleasure and feeling her hand around me, I can’t hold off much longer. The wait to have her has been too long.
“Let’s go, baby, come with me,” I plead, and she bucks hard one more time, closing her eyes and screaming in ecstasy at the same time I come all over her hand. “Jessa,” I breathlessly mumble and my forehead falls onto hers.
“Take me to your bed,” she petitions.
“Anytime.”
Jessa
God…he’s good. And big. Does Grant have any faults? As I lie here watching his chest rise and fall slowly while he sleeps, a desire builds in me that I’m not sure I can handle. I want to allow him sleep, but my hands yearn to touch him and for him to touch me, despite the fact that we had sex another two times before eventually collapsing in exhaustion.
Although it’s moving fast, his eyes are telling me something I’ve never seen before. He honestly cares about me, making sure I’m just as pleased as he is. When I went to him tonight, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I should’ve expected I would end up in his bed. The sexual tension between us has been pretty strong this past month.
I’ll have to thank Trey for his advice that night. Although I’d been done with Rob when I made that phone call, it was still a blow to my ego. Trey told me that some guys just can’t settle down, and that Rob is one of them. He said it has nothing to do with me and that any guy would be lucky to call me his girlfriend. I laughed, saying he sounded like a girl and he laughed, saying he only knew because he’s a slime ball just like Rob. But Trey is nothing like Rob. He’s just scared to commit, whereas Rob doesn’t want to commit.
After that talk, we cuddled up together on the couch, eating potato chips and drinking beer. I tried to get him to watch a chick flick, but he said no way, that it would just make me depressed and that I needed a comedy to get me out of my funk. Promising me he would watch a girl movie once I was happier, he popped in Super Troopers. I laughed so hard I cried that night. When I woke up the next morning, I found that Trey had put a blanket over my body after I fell asleep. The beer cans and chips were cleaned up and the television turned off. I really wish I could convince him he is worthy of a relationship.
Grant rolls over. I get up to go to the bathroom, noticing the picture on his desk. It’s him at probably nine years of age with a woman who I assume is his mother. Sadie told me his mother died when he was young, but that’s all she would tell me.