Page 10 of The Boyfriend Boycott
“Uh uh,” Grady tsks. “I’ve thought about this for way too long. If we’re doing the relationship rules on your terms, we’re doing this on mine.”
It’s a good thing that Grady picks me up off the counter again because after that comment, I no longer have the use of my legs. He just about throws me onto the bed and I land on thesoft duvet with a shriek. Grady lips slide into a smile I can only describe ashungryas he comes to lean over me.
My hips squirm beneath him and I wrap my legs around his waist, finding his hard length in his jeans and lining my pussy up against it. This time, he doesn’t complain, and I feel the muscles in his shoulders slacken as I writhe against him.
He grazes his lips against mine before sweeping down and taking my nipple in his mouth, more forcefully this time, sucking and biting the hard peak.
His other hand finds the sensitive spot between my legs once again, pushing the fabric over to the side and sweeping down my slick core.
“You’re so wet for me already,” Grady moves back up, so his face is in line with mine as his fingers make a sweeping motion up and down my slit, stopping to circle my clit as he reaches the top. “I think you’ve been thinking about this for a while now, too.”
I let out a guttural moan. I don’t have the words to answer him. There is nothing in my head except the overwhelming sensation of his fingers rolling over that bundle of nerves.
Grady kisses me, and I can feel his grin against my mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I give a slight nod as our lips move together, and when Grady pulls away for a second, I manage to rasp the words, “take that as I need you to fuck me right now.”
The wordneedis intentional. Having Grady fuck me is no longer a want. My body is yearning to feel him inside me the way my lungs yearn for air.
“Condom?” he asks.
“The drawer,” I answer, looking over to the kitchen drawer that is also serving as my nightstand. Grady reaches in and pulls one out, before pulling down his jeans to reveal his already hardlength. He makes quick work of the condom, rolling it down to the base of his shaft.
Sensing my urgency, Grady slips off my thong, gripping my knees and pushing them outward. Something flashes across his eyes as he stares at me, now completely bared to him. He sucks in a breath between his teeth.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, using two fingers to find my opening. He looks me dead in the eyes as he stretches me open with them.
“Fuck me like it’s your last time.” I rasp. Grady removes his hand, and uses them to spread my legs wider, as he pushes his tip into me. My body stretches in response to his width, the pressure of him filling me sending intense waves of pleasure through my core. This is only the beginning, and I’m already wound so tight, so close to falling over the edge.
He only breaks eye contact with me to close his, as the sensation of me around him overtakes him. Grady pulls back slowly, and I savour the friction between us until he drives himself back in. I can only buck my hips as he pushes into me, our bodies making a slapping noise as we quicken our pace, each of us taking cues from the other.
In this moment, my body belongs to Grady, but he has not taken. He’s not concerned about what he’s getting out of this at all, like his pleasure is secondary. He gives and gives to me until the tight coil within me snaps. There’s nothing I can do but allow the hot, tingling sensations surge through me in cascading waves.
Grady doesn’t keep going as the waves of my pleasure settle into gentle ripples. He doesn’t keep the pace to find his own release. He halts and removes himself from me with an inner restraint and strength that must be akin to the Hulk. Once again, he’s kneeling before me, and he dips his head to plant butterflysoft kisses on my swollen, sore clit, as if to soothe it after the pounding he just delivered.
This time, his movements are gentle, and the change in speed and intensity has my pleasure building back up once again.
“Grady,” I cry out. I am once again floating in a space between heaven and earth, and Grady’s tongue flicking that sensitive spot is the only thing keeping me tethered to this realm.
Grady finds my edge with ease again, and though the waves aren’t as intense, they roll in more slowly and linger, making all my muscles clench and tighten until they are too tired to hold on anymore.My breath heaves as I let my body relax into the bed. My eyelids are heavy, everything is heavy.
“Give me a minute,” I rasp. “Now I owe you,” I assure him, though how I’m ever going to pay him back for this escapes me at this point in time. I can no longer move, and every muscle in me is spent. As if understanding this, Grady lies on the bed beside me, resting his head on his outstretched arm.
“You don’t owe me anything.” His voice is low, gravelly, and slightly out of breath. He reaches towards me and brushes a lock of hair off my face.
“Good. Because thanks to you I have lost the use of my body.”
Grady chuckles softly and leans over, placing a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and revel in the endorphin-induced bliss. I’m only half aware of Grady kneeling to reach over me and open the back hatch of the camper van. He unlatches it and the cool breeze from outside is a reprieve from the humid, sticky air inside.
Somehow, I manage to sit myself up and grab a blanket to wrap around my shoulders. Grady is sitting on the opposite edge of the bed now, my duvet wrapped around his waist, and he’s looking out at the night sky, the moon high above. I meet him atthe back door, dangling my legs off the bed out the back of the van.
“This has been my favourite thing to do since I’ve been on this contract. I’m going to miss this van,” I say, gazing out at the shadow of the mountains, the last of the snow capping the tops illuminated by the light of the moon. “Sometimes I just lie in bed at night and look up at the stars. It’s just so peaceful when the world is quiet like this.”
“Has it been lonely? Driving across Canada all by yourself?” he asks, peeling his eyes away from the night sky to look at me.
“I don’t really get lonely. I enjoy my own company,” I say plainly. I’ve learned that my own company is the only thing I can truly depend on, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’d rather be single forever than spend even a day of my life relinquishing control to someone else.
“Do you ever think about settling down? I mean, not settling down, but giving up the constant travel? Making a life for yourself somewhere more permanent?” Grady points towards the wall at the foot of my bed, covered in a collage of photos. Some of them are of the places I’ve been, the friends I’ve made along the way. Others are magazine clippings, destinations I have yet to visit.
