I’m speechless as we pull up to Grant’s Malibu home and the gate opens to reveal the most spectacular house I’ve ever seen overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I can see him glance over at me out of the corner of my eye, but I can’t even look back at him. Not yet. I’m doing my best to process everything that’s happening, and all I can do right now is keep my eyes forward and focus on what’s in front of me.
“And I bet you thought Reed’s apartment was nice,” he remarks as he pulls down the driveway to the enormous front door made from some exotic, dark wood.
“I…yeah,” I mutter, in absolute awe. The house is modern and white, but not cold and foreboding like many I’ve seen when doing wish-I-lived-here tours of Beverly Hills and Malibu. It’s tasteful and welcoming and gives off a rich, beachy vibe like somewhere you’d spend a perpetual vacation.
“Come inside,” Grant says. “I’ll give you the tour.”
“I-okay,” I reply, managing to turn to him and smile. He smiles back, gets out of the car, and goes around to my side to open my door for me. Again, he holds out his hand for me to take and helps me out. “Thank you.”
His panty-melting grin nearly takes me off my feet. “My pleasure, gorgeous.”
I feel completely underdressed as he thumbs a small black pad on the wall, and the massive door swings open to let us inside. He’s in a suit that probably cost thousands of dollars, and I’m wearing sweatpants and a sweater inside a house fit for the most famous of celebrities.
As we step into the foyer and gaze out across the tasteful paintings adorning the walls and the elegant furnishings, Grant still has my hand in his. The realization causes me to go hotter than I already was. I’m melting inside and absolutely dripping between my legs. His hand is rougher than what I’d expect from a lawyer and filled with strength. Such strength that it makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt in my life.
I look up, see him looking down at me, and instantly look away and out a wall of glass at the ocean.
“Is that the ocean?” I ask like an idiot.
“It sure is,” Grant replies. He doesn’t make fun of me, but I can see him suppressing a smirk as he walks through the house and out to an enormous deck jutting out over the beach, pulling me along with him.
I swallow hard. Why has he brought me here? He could have the entire Victoria’s Secret line-up here all lounging around in swimsuits drinking mimosas. Instead, he has me wearing this terrible outfit looking like I just rolled out of bed.
“I feel like I should have brought something nice,” I admit. “Something nicer to wear.”
“Don’t be silly,” Grant scolds me gently. “Mi casa es su casa. You don’t have to try to impress me, Nikki, you’ve already done that. But if you don’t like what you have on…” he says softly, teasing the hem of my sweater with his index finger. “You don’t have to keep it on.”
My stomach goes tight. My heart skips a beat, and I struggle not to literally leap back and make some kind of terrified girly noise. Because that’s what I am right now: absolutely terrified, but also hopelessly turned on.
How could my night do such a total one-eighty? To go from the nightmare of an encounter with Reed to this? It’s like being told you’re being evicted and then an hour later winning one hundred million dollars.
“I…it’s not the greatest sweater,” I manage to reply, looking back at him, his handsome face framed by the final rays of the sun just vanishing over the horizon.
“Oh, I think it’s all right,” he replies. “I just think what’s underneath it probably looks a thousand times better.”
Every nerve in my body seems to spark at the same time, causing me to feel like I’ve lit up like a Christmas tree. My jaw drops. I must look like a helpless little puppy as I gaze up at him, slowly nod, and raise my arms up above my head. Grant doesn’t hesitate.
He takes my sweater at the hem with both hands and lifts it up and off with one fluid motion. I’m not wearing a bra and don’t know how I manage to not pass out as I stand there topless before him as his eyes scour my half-naked body.
“See?” He smiles. “I knew it. So much better.”
“Yeah…?”
“Oh, yeah.” He nods. “I know you don’t seem to like your mom much, but you should thank her for those, gorgeous, because those are absolute perfection.”
He leans in, and his hands close around my breasts, the rough callused skin pressing against my hard nipples as a groan rises from his chest. His thumbs trace my curves with just the right amount of pressure, sending a shiver up my spine. Until now, I’ve been wonderfully terrified of this man, but now the need to be closer takes over, and I take a delicate step forward and press my body against his.
He doesn’t move. Not even a centimeter. He stands tall and unyielding like a statue imbedded deep into the earth. His strength causes my excitement to rise even more, like lava ready to erupt from a volcano.
Grant reaches up to the lapels of his suit coat and pulls, then extends his arms and lets the coat fall to the floor of the deck. He takes my wrists and guides my hands to the top button of his shirt.
“Do them for me.”
God, he’s so sexy. Smiling, I slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing two perfectly sculpted pectoral muscles, with just the right amount of chest hair. I’m so in awe I almost have to stop, but I keep going, exposing chiseled abs that take my breath away. I let my eyes explore his physique as my body begins to tingle all over. I’m flushed with anticipation.
“Good girl.” His voice is like cold, hard steel. “Now why don’t we get rid of these?”
He hooks two thumbs into the band of my sweatpants and pulls. I gasp as they catch on my hipbones and I feel the teasing coolness of the evening breeze against places on my body I’ve never had exposed around a man.
Grant continues tugging, and my pants continue moving down until they pass their sticking point on my hips and fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked before him. My chest rises with a sharp intake of breath. I feel as though I’m on the verge of something incredible, and when I look up into Grant’s eyes, I know I’m right.
“Look at you,” he muses as he slips two fingers between my legs. I nearly jump at the sensation. “Perfect lips, no wonder you have a gorgeous little pussy too.”
He takes my hand and guides it to the very obvious bulge in his pants, and I feel it – his cock, so hard and swollen, like a bat tucked down against his leg. I may never have touched a man like this before, but I’m aware enough to know that Grant has something serious going on down there.
“I can’t take it any longer, Nikki,” he says as he unbuckles his belt and begins to drop his pants. “I have to be inside you.”
“Grant, I—”
I want to explain to him that I’m a virgin, that this will be my first time and that nervous can’t describe how I’m feeling right now. But when he drops his briefs and I see his cock, I literally forget everything I’m about to say.
My jaw drops, and I stare.
Long. Thick. Heavy. Those are the only words I can think of to describe what I’m looking at. I’m almost trembling with how anxious I am, but I’m also wondering just how in the world that thing could ever fit inside of me.
“It’s so…big.”
“Don’t worry, gorgeous.” Grant lifts my chin and pulls my face to his so our lips are almost touching. “I know you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?”
I want to tell him that of course I will, because that’s all I want to do for him. I want to make him happy. I want to make him feel good. I want to please him. But I’m trembling now at the thought of what happens next, and he notices.
“Grant, I…I have to tell you something.” I feel my blush deepen. God, why does it have to be like this? I’m going to ruin his night now, I know it.
“What is it, baby?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I’ve…never done this before.”
Grant doesn’t respond right away – long enough that I actually open my eyes again to see him looking at me. “What are you saying? You’re a virgin?”
Shit, I knew it. He’s disappointed. He doesn’t want me anymore. And why would he? What man wants a girl who has no idea what she’s doing? I look at my feet and nod.
To my surprise, Grant chuckles. I instantly look up at him.
“And you’re telling me this because you think I’ll be…disappointed?” he asks.
“Well, yeah,” I reply. “Don’t guys like it when a girl knows what she’s doing? They want a girl with experience, right? So they don’t have to teach her what to do and—”
“Shhh,” Grant interrupts. His eyes sparkle as he looks at me, and I get the distinct impression that everything I’ve just been saying is wrong. “Nikki, you’re absolutely adorable, but you also have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I-I don’t?”
“No,” he replies. “I love your innocence. I love that I’m going to be the first man to claim your little virgin pussy.”
Grant’s words nearly level me. His perfect face staring back at me with such passion causes a warm relief to flourish within me. I can’t help but smile. I’m still on the verge of trembling, but I’m getting things under control.
“Really?”
“Really,” he replies with such firmness in his voice that suddenly I feel like putty in his hands, ready to be molded and sculpted into anything he wishes. But…not just yet.
I smile. “That…that’s such a relief, Grant. But I still…” I glance back down at his enormous member, and my body bursts like I’ve been hit with a fresh electric shock.
“You’re still nervous?” he asks, finishing my sentence for me. I nod. “Don’t worry. There are other things we can do, gorgeous, and I have just the thing for you right now.”
The next thing I know, I’m being hoisted into the air like I weigh nothing. Then I’m on my back on a beach chair looking up at Grant towering naked above me like a Greek god carved out of marble. His eyes blaze as he spreads my legs with his hands and kneels down between them.
Oh my God, is he really going to—?
All thought leaves my mind when I feel it. His tongue on my sex, the most delicate amount of pressure, sending a sensation so intense and so sharp up my spine, that my back arches as far as it will go, and I almost come out of the chair.
“Grant!” I gasp, but his strong hand on my belly presses me back down and holds me firmly in place. He mumbles something, his scruff tickling the inside of my thighs as he does something so perfect, so precise, that I can’t even describe how incredible it makes me feel. The next thing I know, all those nervous trembles I was feeling have morphed into quivers of pleasure.
My toes curl and I clench the chair with both hands as I look down at this flawless man between my legs, his eyes glued to mine as he makes this moment all about me. Within seconds, I feel my climax rushing toward me out of the darkness where it was hiding. My first instinct is to push it back down.
Can I really let myself do that around him? Around anyone? I’ve only ever done that by myself in the privacy of my bedroom.
But then I realize that I simply have no choice. The things his tongue is doing are simply too divine. I’m helpless against his ability. How did I get so lucky? Why did he ever choose me?
I’m on fire. My orgasm hits me so hard that I can’t even cry out. My voice catches in my throat in a silent scream, my mouth open and my eyes wide, head tilted back at the purple night sky. I hear Grant groan in satisfaction as every muscle in my body stiffens, and I twitch as I ride the wave of ecstasy he’s just provided me.
Euphoria. That’s the only word I know that can describe what I go through as Grant holds his tongue precisely where it needs to be. He reads me perfectly and keeps the pressure on until the last second when I finally come down, and then he releases me.
“You’re ridiculously sexy, Nikki. I’ve never been so turned on.”
I giggle and cover my face as he slides up beside me on the beach chair. “I…I don’t even know what to say right now.”
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles. “You don’t have to say anything. Just come upstairs and go to sleep with me. We can do all that talking stuff in the morning.”
I glance down at his cock, which is still stiff and sticking out straight from between his legs. “You don’t want me to do anything about that?”
Grant shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Tonight was all about you. I’ll show you how to handle me and what I like next time. And, missy, you better be ready for that. Because I’m going to have no mercy on you.”
