Page 13 of Unconventional Love

Dammit.I’ve fantasized about her for days. Even if my Valentine’s joke fell flat, there is no way in hell would I pass this up.“Send me your location.” The notification pings with it and I check the clock—she’s five and a half hours from me. “I won’t get there until eleven,” I tell her.

“I don’t care,” she replies. Before I can respond the phone goes silent.

CHAPTERELEVEN

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Rain pelts my window as I lay on the couch, reading by candlelight, and wait for Graham to arrive. The longer I listen to the storm outside, the more guilty I feel for asking him to drive here from Seattle.

When my mom called earlier, my mood darkened. I’ve hated this day for the last few years, and hearing how much it still affects her only added to my ire. Right now, I just need a distraction, something I know Graham will be more than happy to provide.

A knock comes at my door, and I stiffen, cursing myself for not looking more presentable before he showed up.You had five hours to put pants on, Liv.

Nonetheless, I stand and stride across the living room to the entryway in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. When I pull the door open, Graham stands before me with water falling from his hair onto his face. The sky is relentless tonight as the short walk up my drive has him soaked.

“You came.” I smile up at him.

“You called,” he replies simply, and I melt. Tugging his arm inside, my lips find his, though this is different from the convention. It’s passionate and raw, and I lose myself before I can stop it. Graham gives into me, pulling me flush against him, my nipples now hard as the water from his clothing seeps into the fabric of my own.

When we finally break for air, his eyes search my own. The flicker of candle light in them only adds to the fiery lust between us. “Why’d you call, Liv?”

“Because, I need a distraction tonight.” I respond truthfully, giving him full reign to walk away if he doesn’t want that.

“From what?” He shakes his head, his beautiful face etched with concern.

“Graham Mitchell, I am half naked, basically begging you to fuck me. Please don’t kill the mood with pointless inquisitions.”

A war flashes in his eyes as they darken, but he ultimately gives in. A growl rumbles from his chest as grips the back of my head. Our mouths meet once again, a furious clash of tongues and teeth, entwining until I’m once again panting with need.

Graham picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, we never break our kiss. He walks me through the open floor plan to the kitchen island. “It’s only right that I eat in the kitchen,” he proclaims as my ass meets the marble counter. He grips the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulls it over my head, finding only my panties beneath. A groan of approval releases from him as he slowly peppers kisses from my neck down to my breasts, lower to my belly and landing at the inside of my thigh. This is a much softer version of Graham that I haven’t experienced yet, and I take in every agonizingly sweet moment as he trails more kisses up my body to just above my panting line.

My heart beats out of rhythm when he places a single kiss on my pussy while still not having removed my underwear. “Please,” I whisper.

Dark eyes, lit only by candlelight, score a fire inside of me. He doesn’t tear his gaze away when he hooks his fingers in the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs.

“Open your legs for me, Lemon Drop. Let me see that pretty pussy.” I instantly do as he commands, and I’m rewarded as he licks straight up my slit.

I moan, massaging my fingers into his wet hair as he slowly circles my clit. “More, Graham, I need more.”

Obeying my pleas, he presses his fingers inside me. Slowly pumping in and out in languid strokes. When his mouth pulls back from my pussy, he watches hungrily as his fingers continue to torment me. “Liv,” he gives pause. The sound of my wetness concocting with his words resound in the silence. My chest heaves as I wait for whatever he’s about to say. “Don’t ever make me wait three days to taste you again.”

I grin and narrow my eyes on him, the man is positively starved and I reap nothing but the benefits as he devours me. I’ve missed his mouth on me, even if it’s only been a short time. He inserts a third finger as his tongue flicks across my clit. Sucking and biting, he works with precision as he sends me over the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” Curses spill out of me as my thighs squeeze around him and I come, hard.

Graham slows his pace as I catch my breath. His fingers sink into my thighs, pressing a final kiss to my pussy before standing and removing the belt from his jeans. I’m entranced, unable to look away as he slowly undresses in front of me. I subconsciously lick my lips at the display. Every fiber of my being wants to take his cock in my mouth. Remembering the night we met as I intently watch him stroke himself. His heated stare travels up my naked body. “Tell me, Lemon Drop. Have you ever been fucked in the rain?”

My eyes widen when a flash of lightning lights up his sinful grin. “Don’t you dare. I told you, I hate the rain.” I make a feeble protest just as he hoists me off of the island and over his shoulder. He carefully maneuvers through the dining area and to the sliding glass doors that lead to my patio. “Graham! It’s forty degrees outside, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I promise, you won’t be cold.” The latch on my door is the last thing I hear before the freezing rain pelts my back. My veins chill, and I curse him.

He lays me across the patio chair and spreads my legs wide. My body is trembling, but the warmth in my belly is prominent when he takes a moment to taste me once again. We’re both soaked, the storm raging around us, matching the emotion I’ve felt all day. He’s replacing it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and with that, I give into him.

Graham grabs my wrists in each of his hands and pins them above my head. Every drop of water sends a bolt of lightning that mirrors the electricity between us, and my pussy flutters as the sensations become too much.

Thunder rumbles above us and Graham takes my nipple into his mouth, reaching down in succession to rub his slick cock up and down my cunt. I want him inside me.Needhim inside me. The trembling of my limbs has nothing to do with the cold. “If your cock isn’t inside me in the next five seconds, I swear…” I plead over the storm, and he laughs.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. Meeting my demands, he slams into me, making me cry out. Lightning flashes close by, and our sense of self preservation has been diminished. If I were to be struck by lighting while being fucked by Graham Mitchell, then at least everyone would know I lived life to the fullest. Literally.

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