Page 25 of Glitz & Goals

Something flares in his usually kind eyes. Something hot and hungry. “Is that so?”

I reach for my wine and let my smile speak for itself.

It takes Grady a moment to find his words. When he speaks again, I’m surprised by the softness in his voice. “I do want to get to know you, Vivian. Just because you’re here and I um… cooked for you. I… don’t want you to feel like we have to do anything tonight.”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I’m not here for adate. Grady’s practically my dad’s age, and I’m not looking for a relationship. He’s attractive, and I’m curious how much of his air of confidence will translate into the bedroom. I like his dog. I like the fact that he actually made me dinner.

Effort turns me on.

But it’s going to take more than a chicken piccata to change my mind about this being more than a one-night stand.

All I say is, “That’s sweet, Grady, but I was really hoping you’d fuck my pussy until I beg for mercy.”

Grady chokes on a bite of chicken.

I twist in my chair to meet his eyes. Mia and Jaime were right about my dry spell, but if I wanted a mediocre orgasm, Icould take my favorite vibrator into the shower like everybody else.

“Here’s the deal,” I say because I’ve found it’s better to lay out my terms at the get-go. “I like dirty talk, I like being told what to do, and I like just enough pain to keep things interesting. I’m clean, but I’m not on the pill because the side-effectssuck.What about you?”

Grady blinks a few times. He dabs his mouth with a napkin. “I haven’t… I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “I’m clean, too, but… I might be rusty on the dirty talk.”

“Then I guess you’ll need some practice?” I rest one hand on his rock-hard thigh and lick my lips. “Don’t you think?”

Suddenly, his muscles aren’t the only rock-hard thing about him. I grin, but resist the urge to let my hand drift higher. Consent is important, especially for what I have in mind tonight.

Besides, I want to hear him say it.

“I want you. Truly, you have no idea.” Grady runs one hand over his face. “Uh, do we need a safe word?”

“If I say stop, you stop. Simple as that. I’m not into non-con.”

“Right. Anything else I should know? Any hard limits? Any words you like or don’t like?”

Damn, he’s asking all the right questions. I think I struck the jackpot with this one.

“I like being tied up, but I don’t like having my wrists held down. I don’t like being called a slut or a whore, it’s disrespectful to women even during sexy time, but pretty much anything else goes.”

“Got it.” Grady’s pupils are blown wide, his warm eyes darkened with desire. “We should go upstairs.” And then, after a pause, “I want you in my bed, but you have to beg me for my cock first.”

Okay, that’s a good start.

Heat pools between my legs, which are a bit shaky when I try to stand. I’ve only eaten about half of my dinner, but I didn’t come here for the food, not really. Grady takes one of my hands to steady me and reaches for a candle with the other. I don’t ask questions. I just go.

He leads me upstairs by candlelight, which is a little too gothic for my tastes, but at least he flips the light on when we get to his room. It’s very bachelor pad, spare and neat, without much character. At least his bed is nice. The sheets look new, too.

Grady sets the candle on the dresser, far away from anything that might catch fire. He’s been moving so calmly and steadily that I’m taken aback when he spins toward me, scoops me up, and tosses me onto the bed. I laugh and squeal in surprise, but my laughs turn to gasps when he removes his tie and loops it expertly around my wrists. He knots it in place, then pulls me down to the end of the bed until my already wet panties bump against the impressive bulge of his groin.

The skirt of my dress falls loose around my thighs. Grady kneels to nuzzle between my legs, licking me through the thin fabric, fucking me with his long, talented tongue and pushing my panties up and into my swollen pussy. He doesn’t linger there long, unfortunately for me. Instead, he strips my panties away, then shucks off his slacks and whatever he was wearing underneath so efficiently that I don’t even get a glimpse.

My first thought is that his thighs look as good as they felt. Also, his ass isincredible.I wonder if he’s open to letting me take charge sometime; I once pegged a guy in college and I’m still riding the high.

Grady moves back to me, standing between my thighs so that his erection rests against me. His dick is beautiful, long and thick. It bobs up and down with a slight movement, leaving a smear of precum on a set of delicious abs. I think I’ll lick thatspot off, but before I can even move, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, and I’m aware that he’s watching my face, testing my limits. His hips buck against me, dragging through the slick heat of my already-building arousal.

“How long has it been, Viv?” He takes himself in one hand and rubs my clit with his tip. The sensation isn’t as intense as if he’d used his hands or mouth, but the visual is inspiring. “How long since you did this?”

“Too long,” I tell him.

“Poor thing.” His voice is low and rough. “It’s a shame. A pretty bare cunt like yours deserves to be fucked hard and often.”

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