I Lost His Number

He stood back up and the single lamp in the corner of the room bathed his hard body in soft light. He was so beautiful, so masculine. This wasn’t a man who looked as good as he did because he paid a gym for it. Grant had worked for it.

He stood back up and reached for my blouse.

“Take off your pants,” I told him.

He hesitated for a second, then frantically worked at his belt, jerking it through the loops of his jeans so hard and fast that it popped repeatedly against the denim, making me chuckle. I dropped to my butt on the bed, bouncing a couple of times before I settled in front of him, my legs outside of his, and I took hold of his jeans. I popped the button and dragged his zipper down, grabbed the waistline of his jeans and began to pull them down, revealing his chiseled hips, and that’s when I really noticed the bulge in his jeans, right in front of me.

Oh. My. God.

A thick tube ran down his thigh. He must have been huge! Part of me hoped he wasn’t as big as he looked, and part of me prayed he was. I must have sat there staring at his denim covered package for a while, because I felt him pulling my blouse off. He dropped it to the floor, then noticed me staring up at him.

His expression softened and he took a deep breath, saying softly, “We don’t have to do this.”

I tore my gaze from his, determined to treat myself to this wonderfully frightening experience, to let him seduce me out of my shell, and I pulled his jeans down. Discovering that he wasn’t wearing underwear only added more fuel to the fire inside me.

Grant had a light dusting of hair at his groin, trimmed very short. I gasped when I saw the base of him. He was so very wide, and as I pulled his jeans down farther, I realized he wasn’t even fully erect yet. Lower and lower his jeans went, revealing more of his thick length, more, and even more. When the end of him was finally free of his confining jeans, the length of him bounced up and stuck almost straight out from his body.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, struggling to comprehend the size of him.

He wasn’t hard yet, but he was getting there fast. The end of him was bigger than the rest, and heavy too, bending his semi-hard length down a bit. I could see his shaft throbbing with the beat of his heart, filling with blood, and he was getting bigger. Timidly, I wrapped a hand around his shaft, near the middle of him, and my fingertips couldn’t touch my thumb. It wasn’t that he was out of proportion or anything. He was just a big man, and everything, and I meaneverything, was to scale.

I couldn’t help but shiver in fear a little, but despite his intimidating size, he was perfect, even beautiful.

His hand, so rough and so warm, cupped my cheek, tilted my face up to look at him.

“I mean it, Lydia,” he said softly, gazing down at me with his big brown eyes. “We don’t have to do this. We can take our time, get to know each other better, if you like.”

I took a deep breath, contemplating whether or not I should go down on him. He had such a beautiful cock, and Iso wanted to feel him in my mouth, but honestly, it was quite large, and I wasn’t sure I could take it. We could do other things. Or we could stop, do what he said, get to know each other first. Another breath, and it was decided. I let his jeans fall to his ankles and stood back up on the bed, my hand still holding him, and I kissed him hard and deep.

“I want you,” I breathed against his mouth, stroking him from root to tip with both hands, and he was big enough that I could have put a third hand to good use.

Grant groaned into my mouth and kissed me back just as hard, slowly but firmly pulling my dress down until it pooled around my ankles. He steadied me with his hands on my waist while I stepped out of the dress and kicked it away, and he was looking down at my trimmed mound while I took off my bra and tossed it aside. When he looked up and saw my bare breasts, his eyes went wide.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he practically growled.

I’d never felt so beautiful in my life, so feminine, so very desired.

Grant dipped his head and caught my nipple in his mouth, cupping my breast with one hand while the other smoothed up the back of my leg to my rear end. The feel of his hot mouth on my breast and his tongue swiping at my tight nipple tore a gasp from my throat. He licked, kissed and sucked on my breast, and I couldn’t catch my breath. He slid both hands up my sides, exploring my body. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, could feel my arousal leaking down my thighs. I’d never been so hot before, so wet. His hands cupped my rear end and lifted me, forcing me to grab onto his shoulders and wrap my legs around his ribs or fall on my ass.

My head began to swim as he got up onto the bed on his knees and laid me on my back, and my vision clouded, dark spots forming at the edges while he kissed his way down my body. The alcohol was really catching up with me, and I struggled not to pass out. My legs wound up outside of his arms, and he spread them wide, making me feel so vulnerable, but so very desired at the same time. In the same instant, I felt the tips of his fingers on my swollen sex, and his hot breath on my clit.

I could count on one hand the number of times a man had gone down on me.

His fingertips had just begun to slip inside, his mouth had just closed around me, and the anticipation alone drove me over the edge.

I came with a scream, thrusting my pussy up into his face, his tongue licking at my clit, two fingers plunging deep inside me. I felt my climax leaking all over his hand, his chin, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t ashamed. I was on fire, insides aching for him, nipples so tight they almost hurt. The sight of his muscular upper body down there, my legs spread so very wide over his broad shoulders, it was too much.

With a growl, Grant fucked me with his mouth and fingers, spilling me over the edge again, and again. I don’t know how many times he brought me, nor how fast. All I know is that one second I was coming in his mouth, and the next he was crawling up over me, his hips between my thighs, his handsome face gazing down at me from above, his hard chest hovering over my face, beautifully hard and frighteningly large cock hovering over my body, dribbling his arousal onto my taut stomach, then everything went black.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up with one hell of a hangover, naked as the day I was born, comfortably tucked into bed. But there was a problem. Abig problem.

I was sober, and everything came rushing back to me.

Jesus, what had I done?

I sat up with a jerk and held the sheets over my breasts, looking around in a panic. I was alone. Grant was nowhere to be seen.

My thighs were a little sticky, but not overly so. I lifted the sheets and looked between my legs, spreading them a bit. Okay, we hadn’t had sex. I hadn’t fucked a stranger.

Wait.

We hadn’t had sex?

Part of me was disappointed that Grant had left. I’d passed out on him. I’d been completely vulnerable, completely at his mercy, and he hadn’t taken advantage of me. The panic began to drift away, leaving me feeling so…I don’t know, appreciative. I’d never met anyone like Grant, never thought I would.

A handwritten note from the hotel stationary pad was on the night stand. I picked it up and read it, and couldn’t help but smile.

Thank you for such a wonderful evening, Lydia. Sorry for disappearing on you, but I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea for me to stay, and I was running late for work. I had a great time last night, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I would love to see you again, or just talk, if that’s what you’d like. -Grant

His number was written at the bottom of the page.

I grabbed my cell phone to call him and nearly jumped out of my skin when it rang, dropping the note from Grant. I saw Jeremy’s face on the screen, and below it, the time. I was late for the meeting by over an hour.

Shit!

I answered the call and made a dash for the bathroom. I’d never disappointed my boss, and I was terrified, and so embarrassed.

“Jeremy! I’m so sorry! I’ll be right…”

“Easy, easy,” he laughed warmly. “We’re still eating breakfast.”

“You’re not mad?” I frowned, turning on the shower.

He laughed again. “God, no. I’ve never seen you have as much fun as you did last night. It’s about time, Lydia.”

I was speechless.

“So, is he still there?” Jeremy asked.

I blushed furiously, testing the water temperature with my other hand. “No, he already left.”

“Good time, I take it?” he asked, and I could hear the wide grin in his voice.

“I passed out on him.”

Jeremy laughed out loud. Someone in the room with him asked what was so funny, but he didn’t answer them, which I was immensely grateful for.

“Damn, Lydia. That’s cold.”

“Shush,” I told him, then, “I’ll be right there.”

“Take your time,” he chuckled and hung up.

Everyone at the meeting had a great time teasing me about the previous night. The girls asked me every question under the sun about what had happened. Who was he? Was he good? Was he hung? Did you get his number? Does he have any brothers or friends? More than once, they told me I was glowing. Thankfully though, Jeremy didn’t tell them that I’d passed out on Grant. Unfortunately, I have a bad tendency to hold nothing back, so I ended up confessing to the embarrassing detail of blacking out before the real fun could begin. They got a real kick out of that.

All throughout the meeting, I couldn’t stop thinking about Grant, about the way he’d made me feel. Last night, I’d been more than ready to sleep with him, and if I hadn’t passed out, I would have done exactly that. Hell, I’d practically begged him to take me. Now that I was sober, I knew it wasn’t just the alcohol, because Istill wanted him to take me. I knew that Grant hadn’t changed me as a person, but with him, I’d finally taken a big step out of my shell, and I wanted more. But could I do it again? I wondered what I should do.

I didn’t know Grant. Not really. I wanted to, though, but I wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea. We came from completely different worlds. I wasn’t stuck up or prissy, but I came from a world of money, and a respectable amount of extravagance (not mine, but others). He was more grounded, salt of the earth. But from the conversations we’d had at the bar, we seemed to find common ground, whether movies, music, or authors. More importantly, and amazingly, I remembered the way he made me smile, made me feel wanted, desired, and so beautiful.

Before the meeting was over, I’d made my decision. I was going to call him. The rest of the day took forever to pass. When I finally got back to the hotel, I was giddy with excitement. I headed right for the note, my phone unlocked, ready to dial.

The pad was still on the nightstand, but the note was gone.

What had I done with it?

I tore the room apart, searched high and low, but the note from Grant was nowhere to be found. I retraced my steps from that morning, and it didn’t take me long to figure out what had happened. I’d dropped the note when my phone rang, and it had probably ended up on the floor. No doubt housekeeping threw it away when they came in to tidy up my room. I checked the trash bin beside the bed, and the other one in the bathroom, but both were empty.

Shit!

After dinner, I went back to the bar where we’d met, hoping he might stop in. He didn’t. I went back to that bar every night for the rest of my stay, but after two weeks, Grant never showed, and he never called for me at the hotel, nor at the bar. Grant was gone. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that it broke my heart, but it definitely crushed my spirits.

On the plus side, Melanie managed to find some time for us to hang out before I had to go back home. I figured she’d been kept busy at the hospital, but she told me that wasn’t it. I was really looking forward to seeing her. I needed to talk to someone about Grant, about the opportunity I’d missed, and maybe get cheered up in the process. Melanie was that person for me. We met for lunch and she was beside herself with happiness, all fired up to talk about what was going on inher life. I should have known.

“God, Lydia, you wouldn’t believe what happened to me these last two weeks,” she gushed, grabbing my hands from across the table.

Just wait until she heard what had happened to me.

“I met someone.”

I snorted. “You’re always meeting someone, Mel.”

“Well, yeah, but this one is special,” she told me, and she launched into her story.

Melanie was so excited to tell me about the last two weeks she’d spent with her new guy, that I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt her with my own tale. She went on and on about how polite he was, how gorgeous, and especially how amazing he was in bed. They’d started slow, at first. He hadn’t wanted to jump right into bed with her.

“That’s rare,” I raised an eyebrow.

Melanie waved her hand, “I think he was getting over someone or something. He seemed kind of down during our first couple of dates, or just distracted, but I guess he got over whatever it was, because hot damn, Lydia...” she trailed off.

“Yeah, yeah. Spare me the dirty details.”

“My God, sis,” she said dreamily, propping her chin up in her palm, elbow on the table. “What that man does to me, I’m not sure it’s even legal.Nobody should be that good in bed,” she laughed.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy,” I told her, patting her hand and slumping back in my chair.

She’s my sister, and I love her dearly, but sometimes I wish she’d just shut up and listen. Melanie didn’t catch on to my distress at having managed to lose my own wonderful dream guy. She was too caught up in her own world, in herself.

“It’s really interesting how we met too,” she said.

“How’s that?” I mumbled.

“He thought I was someone else.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

Melanie leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “So there I was, waiting in line at Starbucks, and the next thing I know, this hunk of a guy plasters himself to my back and whispers in my ear ‘howdy stranger’, and he kissed me right on the neck!” She laughed out loud then. “Shit, you should have seen the look on his face when he realized I wasn’t who he thought I was. He was all over himself, trying to apologize. Poor bastard probably thought I was going to slap him.”

I smiled, amused by her story. “Who did he think you were?”

Melanie took a sip of her iced tea and waved her hand. “Some girl he met at a bar. He got ditched on a blind-date and ended up meeting someone else, and going back to her hotel room.”

Oh my God.

“And you won’t believe this,” she bounced in her chair. “Just as things were getting hot and heavy, she passed out on him!”

No.

Melanie laughed and leaned back in her chair. “Anyway, it was actually kind of sad. Grant really liked her, but she dropped him like a bad habit.”

No!

I swallowed and managed to find my voice. “What do you mean she dropped him?”

“He left his number with her, and she never called him.”

Grant. Melanie was dating Grant. I’d lost his number, and now I’d lost him to my sister. My stomach turned over. I think I was going to be sick.

“Oh!” she squealed, jumping out of her chair and looking at someone behind me. “Here he is!”

Oh God, no, please no.

Melanie dashed around the table and gushed, “Hi, baby!”

I froze. I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t here. It couldn’t be him. Please, God, don’t let it be him.

“I’d like you to meet my sister,” Melanie said.

Slowly, very slowly, I stood up from the table. When I turned around, there he was, my sister plastered to his side, hanging onto his arm, bouncing up on her toes. His warm brown eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open in shock.

“Lydia, this is Grant,” Melanie gushed.

Grant and I just stood there, staring at each other, but he recovered first.

“We’ve met,” he said, extending his hand to me.

“Oh, really?” Melanie said, looking at us.

I shook his hand and nodded, and the words just tumbled out of my mouth, “I lost his number.”

Melanie gaped at me, then at Grant, then laughed out loud, “Oh my God! That is fucking hysterical!”

Chapter 3

Anyway, that’s how I met Grant, and how I lost him. But I had a boyfriend now, one that I wanted to keep. I took a long hot shower, thoroughly scrubbed every last inch of my body, then treated my skin from head to toe with lotion until I was silky smooth. Shaving wasn’t necessary, since Melanie had convinced me to get a wax treatment. It had been my first time, and it had hurt like hell, but as I delicately brushed the tips of my fingers down my tummy and over my baby-smooth mound, I couldn’t help but be thankful for my sister’s advice. If this didn’t spice up mine and Kyle’s sex life, nothing would.

Back in Melanie’s room, I found my phone and sent a text to Kyle.

Happy bday, baby. Waiting for you. Come get your surprise.

Then I texted him the address for Melanie’s beach house. Kyle replied pretty fast.

:) Be there in 30.

It took me nearly the full half hour I had before Kyle arrived, but when it was over, I was ready for him. My lips were coated with Ruby Slippers. My hair was pulled back into a French braid. A night mask covered my eyes and a thick leather collar with metal rings on the sides graced my neck. Padded leather cuffs adorned my wrists and ankles, a wide padded leather belt wrapped my waist, and there was another just beneath my breasts. An incredibly soft pair of supple leather cuffs also wrapped my thighs, just above my knees. Other than that, I was completely nude. With that done, all that was left for me to do was to deal with the contraption.

I couldn’t tell you how the cables worked, but give them slack and they locked into place. Melanie told me that a hard pull on the cables wouldn’t accomplish anything, but a slow and steady pull would give me slack, just in case I needed to get out. I clipped my cuffs to the primary cables and counterweights pulled my arms up above my head, then pulled a little more, just enough that I was almost standing on my toes. I couldn’t push up high enough to unclip the cuffs from the primary cables. The cables at my ankles were also pulled taut, keeping my legs spread. I was now officially a prisoner of the Love Machine.

There was only one problem though.

Kyle ended up running late.

The half hour window came and went, and my calves were really starting to ache. A few minutes later, my phone started ringing. It was clear across the room though. No problem. I pulled slowly but firmly against the cables clipped to my wrists, but nothing happened. They didn’t give at all. Had I mixed up Melanie’s instructions? I gave my wrists a hard yank. Nothing at all, except that the jolt to my body kind of hurt. Okay, not a hard yank then.

My phone started ringing again, and I tried another slow pull on the cables, but no dice. My phone chimed with a voicemail, started ringing again, then stopped.

I even went so far as to grip the primary cables in my hands to pull myself up, but the cables attached to my ankle cuffs didn’t give either. With the tension from both high and low, I was being firmly stretched, held in place. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Something was wrong with the locking mechanisms. Had Melanie and Grant forgotten to maintain this damned thing?

A few seconds went by and my phone buzzed with a text message.

Had something happened? Was Kyle not going to make it? Was I stuck in this damn contraption all night?

My phone rang again, and right in the middle of the third ring, it turned off completely. My battery was dead.

Shit!

I started to freak out and struggled against the cables, but it was pointless. I was trapped. Just as panic began to set in, I heard the back door close downstairs.