Page 27 of Glitz & Goals

When the first drip of wax hits my other nipple, I let out a guttural cry. “Fuck,Grady,that’s…”

“Good?” he prompts.

“Yeah.” I squeeze my eyes shut and brace my feet against the sheets. “I think you’ve converted me, because—oh, my God.” Another drop of hot wax sends my already sensitive skin into overdrive.”

“These tits are perfection, Vivian. I’ve been thinking about them ever since we met.” Grady continues to tease one of my breasts with his mouth and drip wax down the other for what feels like both a long time and not long enough.

Eventually, he sets the candle aside and shimmies down between my legs. This time, he licks my clit, working his fingers inside me to fuck me in long, slow strokes. I almost complain that I feel uneven, but my orgasm is long overdue, and I’m surprisingly close. Grady must be able to tell because he lifts his head to watch my face while his slick fingers spread me open, but his hands aren’t enough; I need both…

And then he’s crawling back up the bed to drip wax on my other breast.

“You fucker,” I growl. “Are you edging me?”

Grady’s smile is so smug, I want to bite him. “Maybe. What are you going to do about it? Better not get bratty and give me an excuse to turn you over my knee.”

I try to think of something witty to say, but I don’t have a lot of leverage here. Mental images of his huge hands slapping my ass cheeks and then slipping inside my pussy about send me over the edge. I’m so turned on I can barely think straight, and while I’m still mentally present, there’s something about letting someone else run the show that makes it hard to think.It’s like my brain has decided that Grady can be trusted with my pleasure, even though, so far, he’s the only one who’s gotten off.

“I want you desperate, Vivian,” he said softly as I writhe beneath him. “I want to wreck you. I want to make you come so hard that the next time you touch yourself, you can only think of me.”

Okay, that’s… pretty fucking hot. And at this rate, he’s on track for success and an A+ rating for a one-night stand. The next time he nudges my thighs apart with his face, I’m half desperate, half resigned. Since my hands are still bound to the headboard, I lift my hips and try to push them into his face. This time, he uses his mouth but not his fingers, and my pussy clenches around nothing, even though I remember how good he felt earlier, and—

“Now I’m going to be fantasizing about what you taste like, too.”

He reaches for a condom without being asked and rolls it onto his length with Olympic-level precision. And then he’s on top of me, and I open for him like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment. I stretch wide around his cock, and I do exactly what he wants. I fall apart.

Grady murmurs something against my throat as he keeps thrusting into me, and I’m not sure if I’m already coming again, if it’s just one long orgasm, or multiple bursts of pleasure fusing together. I can’t think of anything but him. The universe has ended, and there’s only his body and mine, the only two entities to survive the second big bang.

I’m finally settling back into myself, limp with pleasure when Grady’s dick twitches inside me, and he buries his face against my collarbone. He lingers there, supporting his weight on trembling arms, whispering my name over and over and over again.

Normally that would be a turnoff, but in this bubble of bliss we’re both inhabiting, it’s kind of perfect.

* * *

“I hope you don’t expect me to walk home,” I mumble into the pillow.

Grady stirs behind me. I thought he might have fallen asleep. Maybe we both did for a minute there. “You can stay,” he says.

That’s not me. I don’t sleep over with hookups. This is a one-time thing. Nothing more, so I don’t want there to be any chance for confusion. But I’m so comfortable, and when I check the feed of the ring camera on my holowatch, I can see that my parents are still out on the back porch at home. They had friends over. I’m not ready for that walk of shame. Even though I’m thirty-two years old, my mom always makes some kind of comment and then my dad gives methatlook. You know, the one where he can’t believe I’m not still a virgin because he still sees me as perpetually six years old in his mind?

“Don’t make it weird,” I mumble and shift closer into his embrace. “Plus, we have to wash up.”

“Mhmm.”

“And you need to get this wax off my tits.”

“Mhmm.”

“And you came in my mouth, and I think it’s only fair you return the favor.”

That makes him sit up. “You think you can come again?”

I roll onto my back. “You had me suck my juices off your dick. I think it’s only fitting that you return the favor. Lick me clean.” It would be even hotter, I think, if he’d actually come inside me. The smell of latex isn’t exactly sexy, but I can pretend. Maybe someday. The thought of him bare clenches my inner muscles. But then I realize that means I’m future thinking. About a guy.

This guy.

Grady inches lower. “If you think you’ve got another orgasm in you…”

I run my fingers through his hair. “Only one way to find out.”

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