I Lost His Number

But I couldn’t. What I could do, however, was remind him that I needed him. I clenched my insides around the big head of his cock, and he gasped, both hands on my hips now.

That’s better.

I squeezed again, heard him groan so softly, then he pushed about half his length inside me. I moaned at the feel of him, so long, so hard and so very wide, but I wanted more. I clenched him again, and again, and he muttered a curse and buried his cock in my body, making me whimper with delight.

Come on, Grant.

I focused every fiber of my being, every last ounce of will and awareness that I had between my legs. My warm wet walls squeezed, clenched, sucked and pulled, milking his fat rod. Finally, he drew out and fucked himself back into me, slow but so very deep.

There. That’s it, baby. Fuck me.

The next thrust was faster, harder.

Yes. More.

His cock slashed into me, pelvis slapping against me.

God, use me. Please!

In and out, harder, faster, his heavy sac slapping against my clit with every deep penetrating thrust. I was groaning, crying, screaming, and I couldn’t get enough of him. His hands tightened on my hips until it hurt, and the fucking became more intense, almost brutal, angry. The realization hit me like a truck. Grant thought he was with my sister, but what he’d said made him think of me, and it made him angry. It should have been confusing for me, should have thrown all manner of questions in my path, but it didn’t. Strangely, it made me happy.

He was pounding his full glorious length in and out of me, taking my breath away, taking my body, taking me, his grunts and groans loud, deep, primal. He was going to come soon, and I couldn’t wait. He belonged to Melanie, yes, but in that moment, he was with me, he was mine, and I wanted his hot cum inside me to prove it.

I felt him throb, swell, and he gave one last mighty thrust into my climaxing body.

I was in heaven, but so disappointed when he jerked his cock out of me and blew a hot rope of cum up my back. Over and over he painted me with his seed, from my butt to my hair, so very much cum, so warm, sliding down my spine, over my sides and tickling my breasts and stomach, marking me as his. When it was over, he laid the hot length of him against my butt and gently held my waist with one hand.

“God, Mel, I’m sorry,” he said softly.

There was a click and the cables whined, instantly letting me go. My body was liquid with satisfaction and I fell, but Grant was there to catch me, his strong arms encircling my waist and leaning me back against his chest.

“I can’t...shit,” he stammered, holding me up with one arm while he released my wrists from the cables. “I don’t know what came over me.”

My arms fell limp at my sides. Grant carefully turned me around to face him, and for the first time in a while, I was afraid, hoping beyond hope that he wasn’t going to take off my night mask.

He didn’t. He knelt in front of me and released my ankles, one at a time, taking off the cuffs too. My hands found his thickly muscled shoulders and lay there. He unclipped my thigh restraints and removed them, then the belt, planting a soft apologetic kiss on my trembling stomach.

“Are you mad?” he asked, burying his face against my sweaty stomach.

God, I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t. When I didn’t answer him, he stood up, removing the cuffs from my arms, then the band beneath my breasts.

“Mel?” he asked tentatively.

I shook my head. He didn’t say anything for a moment. God how I wished I could see him.

“Really?” he asked, fingers gently working on the collar around my neck.

I let my hands glide down his muscular chest, slick with sweat, and so warm. He leaned in close, probably to get a look at the latch at the back of my neck. It wasn’t a complicated thing, but it had a tendency to stick, I’d found. I could feel his warm breath on my ear, and the heat of his body so close to mine was overwhelming.

“You surprise me,” he murmured, shifting even closer, both arms around me, one from below and the other from above, closer still and the tips of my breasts grazed his chest.

I turned my head a little and kissed his cheek.

He gave me a happy snort, “That was nice.”

I smiled and kissed him again, on his jaw, while stroking just the tips of my swollen nipples against him, making both of us shiver.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he chuckled, arms tighter around me, smearing cum and sweat on my back.

I just kept on kissing him, tasting his skin, his sweat, and loving it, feeling more emboldened with every passing moment. He must have liked what I was doing, because I felt his cock rising, brushing against my thigh. I slid one hand up his chest and into his hair, pulling his head to the side, baring his neck to me. The taste of him there was simply divine.

Finally, the collar came away from my neck and he dropped it to the floor, wrapping both arms around my waist, completely enclosing me with his large body. With every kiss I planted on his neck, his jaw, his chin, my lust for him only grew, the need to feel him inside me again overwhelming.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” he breathed, shuddering when I kissed the corner of his mouth and dodged his attempt to kiss me back.

I slid my other hand down his chest and closed it around the base of his cock from underneath, loving the sound of him groaning with my simple touch. He was long and hard, between my legs.

“Guess you’ve never seen me like that either, huh?”

I shook my head and stroked my hand up his length to the end of him, and with two fingers, I lifted the head of his cock and pressed it against my slick labia. He shivered and my insides clenched in anticipation. He cupped my rear end in his palms, so tiny compared to his large hands, and he began to move me. Knowing what he wanted to do, I placed my hands on his shoulders and held on, whimpering with need as he began to stroke the wide length of him back and forth between my legs. I felt every contour of his cock, every arrogantly bulging vein, sliding over my clit, caressing, teasing.

“God, Mel,” he sighed, hands kneading my ass.

His head fell forward to settle his cheek against mine, and I turned my head to kiss and lick at his neck. I loved the warmth of him, the taste of his skin, and the feel of his hands on my body. The tips of his fingers explored the crevice between my cheeks. It was getting warmer in the house, or we were. Both of us were slick with sweat. Normally, I’m a bit of a neat freak and don’t like getting up close and personal with anyone when I’m sweaty. But as I licked my way down Grant’s neck to his chest, I couldn’t get enough of him. When I circled one of his nipples with my tongue and gave it a gentle bite, he hissed.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, confusion and wonder in his voice. “Not that I’m complaining,” he chuckled.

His hands tightened on my rear end and he lifted me right off the floor. I wound my legs around his waist and laced my fingers together at the back of his neck. Leaning in to kiss him, finding his lips with mine, I feasted on his mouth, licked at his lips with my tongue, again and again, delaying the deep kiss that I knew he wanted, both of us wanted, teasing him, teasing me, getting a groan of frustration from him.

“I won’t come again anytime soon,” he breathed against my mouth, and lifted me higher, the wide swollen end of him finding my wet center, making me shiver. “But I think I’m going to have to fuck you anyway.”

He lowered me and his lovely cock slid up inside me, so long and hard, so very deep. My swollen lips pressed against his groin, the short trimmed hairs there tickling me. One of his arms wrapped around my back and held me tight to him, crushing my breasts against his chest. He cursed and called my name, turning and carrying me away from the Love Machine.

His cock was so big inside me, filling me completely, throbbing with incredible potency. Every step he took caused him to move inside, just a little, tiny thrusts as his bare feet padded across the hardwood floor.

And I fucking loved it.

Grant sighed and lowered me to the bed, me still wrapped around him, refusing to let go. He leaned up though, so I loosed my hold on his neck, only to feel him lean back in and nudge my chin back with his mouth so that he could kiss and nibble on my throat.

I sighed blissfully.

“I love that sound,” he told me, and sliding a hand down my side to my waist, he dragged his glorious cock down my soaked insides, the shaft of him so fucking hard, the wide end of him pushing my walls aside. “A new sound, but lovely all the same,” he breathed.

Shit. I didn’t sound like Melanie in bed either. I had to be more careful if I didn’t want to give myself away. As Grant trailed kisses down my chest, I realized that at some point, he was going to want to talk to me. Two months. He hadn’t seen Melanie for two months. He would want to catch up with her, and she would want the same.

Double shit!

Somehow, I was going to have to sneak away. Maybe when he fell asleep?

Grant’s hard cock sliding back into me stole my breath, jerked me back to the here and now, and I cried out for him, bowing my spine towards him, nails digging into his back, clawing, an entirely unexpected climax threatening to explode forth from that one big thrust of him between my legs.

He gave a masculine chuckle, drawing out, pumping back in, nearly tipping me over the edge. “You’re a new woman tonight, Mel,” he told me, settling down atop me. “I like it.”

Grant was a big guy, much bigger than me, so I was surprised when he didn’t smother me with his huge body, and delighted when I felt so much of him pressing against me. His weight was on his forearms on the bed, and he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking me slow and deep.

I moaned loudly, expecting the next thrust to make me come for him, or the next, or the one after that. But I didn’t come. The burgeoning climax only built upon itself inside me, my limbs tightening around him, forehead pressed to his strong chest, insides clenching his thrusting meat so hard. I’d never felt anything like it, anything so wonderful, so very perfect.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.

I shattered.

Every part of me exploded away from every other part of me, leaving nothing behind. I was dimly aware of him above me, pressing me into the mattress, moving between my legs, kissing my neck, and me screaming. My world, my entire existence, rushed back in an instant, focusing low in my body where he was filling me so completely, thrusting deep into my climaxing cunt.

“God, yes. That’s it,” Grant breathed into my ear, still thrusting, still fucking. “Keep coming.”

I detonated around him again, screaming from the intensity of another come so quickly after the first, every bit as overwhelming as before, and more. Every muscle in my body was wound tight, bands of steel refusing to let go, threatening to cramp. I shivered beneath him, around him.

“Come all you can,” he whispered, thrusting in firmly and grinding into the furthest depths of me.

A hoarse cry tore out of my throat, and my shivering turned to violent shaking. The feel of his sweat soaked body sliding against mine felt incredible. I squeezed him tight against me with every ounce of strength I had, crushed myself to the root of him, but I couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get enough of him inside me.

Grant pushed up onto his arms over me, but I clung to him so tightly that he lifted me clear off the bed. He wrapped an arm around me and held us up with one hand. I hung beneath him, the length of me pressed against his chiseled frame and hot skin, impaled on his glorious length, coming for all I was worth, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and screaming so loud and long that my voice failed me. Nothing existed but him, then my pleasure, then nothing else.

When I came to, Grant was kissing my lips, so gently, so sweetly. He was still above me, still between my legs, but his semi-hard length was lying in a hot heavy line up my stomach.

“I think we can get rid of this now,” he murmured, and I felt his thumb push under the strap of the night mask on the side of my head.

I slapped my hand over his and pulled his thumb from under the strap, shaking my head.

“No?” he asked, clearly smiling, judging by the sound of his voice.

I smiled back and shook my head again.

He chuckled, kissed the tip of my nose, and sat up between my legs, his big hands sliding down my shoulders and chest. I laid my hands atop his as they traveled down my torso, settling on my hips. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I could practically feel his eyes on me, drinking me in. Had he been anyone else, I would have been embarrassed, would have tried to cover myself up with the sheets, or at least with my arms. But not with him. With Grant, I felt beautiful, sexy, desirable, and so much more.

“Maybe I’ve been away from you for too long,” he said softly, almost sadly, taking my hands in his and lifting me up so that I was astride him, his half-hard length resting against my hip. “But you...I don’t know...I’ve just...” he stammered, stroking his big palm over my cheek, sliding his fingers to the back of my neck, while his other arm was wrapped around me, keeping me close. His breath was warm against my mouth, lips so close, and he said reverently, “I’ve never seen you this devastatingly beautiful.”

Never before had anyone spoken such words to me, and never had I heard such sincerity from anyone. Tears welled up in my eyes in an instant, and for the first time that night, I was truly thankful for the night mask. He kissed me then, soft, gentle. I wanted him so badly. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him with abandon.

When we came up for air, he sighed and set his chin over my shoulder, hugging me. I hugged him back like my life depended on it, so thankful to the powers that be that I could be this close to him.

“How about a bath?” he murmured, turning his head to kiss my neck.

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled pleasantly.

Grant laughed, his big body shaking against me, both arms tightening to hold me closer as he picked me up from the bed and began walking, presumably to the bathroom across the hall. “So, I can’t see your eyes, and you won’t talk?”

I shook my head and kissed his neck, and I couldn’t help but notice his cock was pretty firm against my hip. Not hard, but definitely not deflated.

He chuckled and flicked on a light switch, his voice louder in the tiled bathroom, “Okay, so what’s with the no talking thing?”

When he set me down on my feet, my back to the door, I held up a finger and ducked into the hallway. He laughed behind me and I jerked off the night mask, running downstairs, naked as a jaybird, every inch of me still glistening with sweat, and I didn’t give a right damn who might see me through the windows.

In the kitchen, I found a notepad, scribbled a quick note, and tore the sheet off the pad, padding back upstairs. The water was running, filling the tub. Outside the bathroom, I put the night mask back on then stepped inside.

“Whoa, easy,” Grant said, putting his hand on my hip to keep me from bumping into anything. “What are you smiling about?”

I held out the note.

Grant took it, gave a very quiet gasp, then read softly, “Toys don’t speak.”

Biting my lower lip, going for playful, I shook my head. Grant suddenly wrapped his arms around me and his mouth closed over mine in a searing hot mind blowing kiss. He picked me up again, almost tossed me up in the air, really, then pulled me to him, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. He set me down on the edge of the counter and stepped up between my legs. The big end of him pressed into my stomach, dribbling precum. I shivered and couldn’t help but wrap my hand around his incredibly hard length.

When he came up for air from that awesome kiss, he breathed, almost growled, “Oh, how I love you as my toy.”

I smiled, knowing it reached my eyes.

“Besides,” he said, giving me a quick but firm kiss. “Makes the whole silent treatment thing worth it.”

All the air left my lungs on the next exhale, and I couldn’t seem to take another breath in. Had he figured out I wasn’t Melanie? Grant picked me up from the counter and carried me into the luxuriously warm bath, but he didn’t seem to notice my state of shock, nor did he give any indication that the charade was over.

Well, I had very good reason to suspect it might be.

Chapter 6

I was lying on the lounge chair beside Melanie’s, half-awake, half-asleep. The dull whoosh of the ocean lapping at the beach had put me to sleep once already. Melanie had jabbed her finger into my ribs to wake me and remind me to flip over onto my back before I burned. Odd, considering that we were beneath a massive umbrella and there wasn’t a lick of sunlight touching us. Oh, and it was overcast. Melanie had reminded me that sunlight on a cloudy day is still sunlight, and you can burn just as badly as on a clear day. She’d also told me that sunlight reflecting off the sand could burn you too. I’d never heard that, so I figured she was talking out of her ass. Maybe, maybe not.

“Mm, mm, mm,” Melanie mumbled beside me, making me sit up to see what she was looking at, or who. “Isn’t he just delicious?”

I followed her gaze and saw Grant down the beach, the ocean water lapping at his waist. His arms were up, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes, muscles flexing deliciously. He’d grown his hair out somewhat since I’d first met him, for Melanie, enough that his bangs got in his eyes. Personally, I thought he looked cuter with short hair. But he wasn’t mine, so I didn’t get a say in it.

“Seriously?” Melanie asked, shooting me a look from behind her big Jackie O sunglasses. “Nothing from the peanut gallery?”

“First, addressing me makes me an active participant in discussion, not an audience member,” I told her, throwing my legs over the side of the lounger so that I could sit up. “And second...” I trailed off, then gave the side of her bikini-clad boob a firm flick with my finger.

“Ow!” she squealed in laughter, rubbing her breast. “You fucking bitch!”

I laughed too, then arched an eyebrow. “And second, he’s your boyfriend, not mine,” I waved a hand at her dismissively and leaned over to get a bottle of water out of our cooler. “What’s it matter to me how he looks?”

“You don’t have an opinion,” she accused, her tone full of doubt.

Melanie sat up and swung her legs over the side of her lounger to face me, resting her arms on her thighs and leaning forward. We were wearing the same skimpy bikinis, only hers was black and mine was dark red, and she’d grown her hair out so that it was almost as long as mine, so she was mirroring me pretty well just then.

“Give me a break, Lydia. You practically slept with him.”

I took a swig of the cool water and passed it over to her. “How exactly does one sleeppractically with another. Is it with their pinky finger extended, like when drinking tea?”

Melanie giggled and reached out to give my shoulder a shove. “You’re such a smartass.”

“And I didn’t sleep with him,” I finished what I’d been thinking.

“Actually, you did,” she raised an eyebrow.

Well, technically, she was correct. I shrugged, “Okay, fine. I slept with him. But I didn’t, you know,sleep with him.”

Melanie shook her head at an angle. “No, honey, you actuallydid sleep with him. But I think you’re trying to say you didn’tfuck him.”

“Oh my God!” I hissed, glancing around us to see if anyone overheard her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Melanie asked, then quite loudly, yelled, “There’s no one here!”

The married couple with their two kids sitting about twenty-yards away begged to differ, the husband glaring at us disapprovingly, and the wife giving us a nasty look.