Chapter 8

8

GRIFFIN

“ T hanks, Griff.”

“Yeah, you got it,” I say. “Good work tonight. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

As Gilbert, my last appointment for the night, leaves, I sit down on the bench, towel the sweat off my face, and take a breather. While I do, I read Grace’s text and smile to myself. It’s been a couple of days since our mishap in her dorm room. We’ve been texting constantly, though. It’s been fun. She’s playful and witty. She’s also flirty and suggestive, which is even more fun. For being a virgin and, as she tells me, not experienced with men at all, she’s a lot dirtier than I would have ever expected. And I like that about her.

Gilbert and I are the last ones in the gym, so after he goes, I take a quick shower as I ponder whether to pop by Grace’s dorm tonight or not. I’m tempted. At least, I would be if I wasn’t paranoid about her roommate walking in on us again. Getting out of the shower, I towel off and throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, resigning myself to the fact that I’m probably going to have to make do with her teasing over text for a couple more days. She’s busy, and as much as I’d like to spend some time inside her, I don’t want to interfere with her education.

As I walk into the locker room, I stop in my tracks. Dressed in a short skirt, stockings, heels, and a bright green sweater that matches her eyes, Grace stands there smiling at me. My balls start tightening as I stare at her. I’ve never seen her all dolled up like that before, and even though I already think she’s gorgeous, she’s taken it to a whole new level tonight.

“Hey,” she says.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. “I thought you were working on your paper.”

“I decided to take a break.”

“Oh yeah?”

She bites her bottom lip as she walks over to me, her green eyes glittering with passion and mystery—though not without a hit of nervousness as well. Grace slides her arms around the back of my neck and pulls me down into a kiss that sends waves of fire through my body. She slowly pulls back, her sultry gaze on mine.

“I thought we could finish what we started,” she purrs.

“Is that so?”

She nods. “Uh-huh.”

“You sure?”

“Very.”

I push Grace against the lockers behind her and press my mouth to hers. She kisses me back with an intensity and passion that’s surprising. Everything about this is surprising, but I’m good with it. As our tongues lash one another, my body grows taut, and my cock stiffens. She groans into my mouth and grinds herself against my length, getting me even harder.

Grace reaches down and slides her hand into my shorts, wrapping her long, slender fingers around my thick shaft. I press my forehead to hers and close my eyes, moaning softly as she pumps her soft, delicate hand up and down my rigid staff. Her green eyes are alight, and a teasing smile plays across her lips as she looks up at me while she jerks me off.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Don’t stop. That is too fucking good.”

Gripping my dick even harder, Grace leans against me, her full, round breasts pressed to my chest, and strokes me faster. Every nerve ending on my body is crackling with electricity, and my stomach is clenched almost painfully tight. It’s so good, part of me would be happy enough to let her keep jacking me off until I come in her hand. The other part of me, though, is desperate to be inside of her. It’s that side that wins out.

Reaching down, I pull her hand off my cock and take a step back, blowing out a long, wavering breath and giving her a shaky smile. She’d gotten me right to the brink. Another few pumps, and I probably would have blown all over her sweater.

“What do you want, baby?” she purrs.

“Turn around.”

She gives me a sultry smile and does as I say. Grace puts her palms flat on the lockers as she bends over, bracing herself. She shudders as I slide my hands up her thighs and slip them beneath the hem of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist, and when I see her perfectly peach-shaped ass, I almost lose it right there. I cup her cheeks in my hands, squeezing them and enjoying her silky-smooth skin beneath my palms.

Even in the dim light of the locker room, the cleft between her thighs glistens with her juices. It’s so inviting. Reaching between her legs, I gently trace the tips of my fingers along her wet, swollen lips, drawing a shudder and sigh from her. Grace gasps when I slip two fingers into her slick, warm opening and slide them deep into her. She looks over her shoulder at me, watching with wide eyes as I pull my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.

“You’re not wearing panties,” I say. “You’re such a bad little girl.”

“Just for you, Daddy,” she replies in a whisper.

My eyes flutter closed as the tide of lust rises within me. A slow smile stretches my lips, and I glance at her, my skin warm, my cock insanely hard.

“Dirty girl,” I say, my voice low and husky.

“I am for you, Daddy.”

Gripping her hips, I step forward and run the head of my cock along her hot, wet opening. She bites her bottom lip, and I can see she’s a little nervous, so rather than slam myself into her, I part her lips and move slowly, sinking into her inch by inch. She gasps, and her eyes widen as I sheath myself fully inside of her. Grace’s face is red, her eyes are tearing up, and she’s keeping herself from crying out. I’m guessing she’s never had anything thicker than her fingers inside of her before and isn’t used to being stretched open like this. A small whimper escapes her mouth, followed by a loud breath.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

“Are you okay?”

She nods. “Just getting used to you.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“Good girl,” I say.

Grace settles back against me, seeming to grow used to having me inside of her. She finally looks back at me again, her smile a little easier and the traces of pain gone from her face. Biting her bottom lip seductively again, she stares at me with a sexy little gleam in her eyes.

“I’m okay,” she says.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she coos. “Now.”

My smile is almost predatory, but I hold on to her waist and start to roll my hips, moving slowly at first, reveling in the electric sensation of my cock sliding along the slick, soft inner walls of her pussy. She’s so tight, it’s like a fist gripping me. But she’s thankfully wet enough that it makes plunging deep into her a lot easier. She looks back at me again.

“I asked you to fuck me, Daddy.”

“You’re such a dirty little girl.”

Fueled by her filthiness, I press my fingers hard into her hips and start fucking her harder. As I drive myself into her, I reach around and strum her clit with my fingertips. A stuttering gasp bursting from her mouth, Grace lowers her head, her hair falling over her face as she absorbs the pounding I’m giving her. The sharp slapping of our flesh echoes around the locker room as I plunge as deep and hard into her with everything in me. She arches her back and throws her head back as she cries out, the sound of her passion driving me to pound her even harder.

Her pussy is so tight, she’s going to make me bust long before I want to. I just want to stay buried to the hilt inside of her all night, but the way she grips me as I slip and slide into her is building up the pressure inside of me. I know I should pull out and give myself a minute to recoup, but being inside of her is too fucking good. As if she knows I’m getting close, Grace turns her head and looks at me with that seductive little curl to her lips, then seems to squeeze me even tighter.

Losing my rhythm, I thrust my cock into her as far as I can. And as I do, Grace throws her head back again, eyes wide, and a sharp, keening wail bursting from her mouth. She trembles, then thrashes wildly. Her knees buckle, and I grab her around the waist, barely managing to catch and hold her upright before she falls. Grace’s full lips are parted, and she’s looking back at me with an expression of astonishment on her face.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

Her sex pulses around my shaft, squeezing me tight, and a moment later, I let out a long, loud groan as I bust inside of her, filling her tight little hole with my cream. I have to lean forward and put my hand on the locker above her head, bracing myself, my head spinning as I empty my balls into her. My cock twitches as I shoot the last of my seed into her.

“Jesus Christ,” I grunt.

With a wide smile on her face, Grace stands up, turns around, and pulls her skirt down. Her green eyes glittering, she wraps her arms around the back of my neck and then pulls me into a long, lingering kiss that sends tendrils of fire through my veins. Slowly, she pulls back and looks at me with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Thank you,” she says. “That was … incredible.”

“It really was. I have to say, you surprised me.”

“I’m glad.”

“What brought that on?”

She smiles. “Like I said, I just wanted to finish what we started.”

I pull her to me and give her another kiss, and she melts into me. “Well, I’m glad for that,” I say. “So, how about we go grab a bite? Maybe we can go for another round afterward?”

She gives me a flirty little smile. “Wish I could. But as nice as this study break was, I have to get back to my paper.”

“Oh, that’s how this is going to be? You’re just going to use me for what you want, then leave? Just like that?”

“Well … yeah.”

I laugh. “I can live with that.”

“Rain check on dinner?”

“Deal,” I say. “I’ll text you.”

“You better.”

“I’ll see you soon, my dirty girl.”

“Yes, you will, Daddy.”

She gives me another peck and blows me a kiss. As she heads out of the locker room, I admire the way her ass moves beneath her skirt. She is a gorgeous fucking woman, and I cannot wait to have another crack at her. For being so inexperienced, she sure does seem to know what she’s doing. She drives me crazy as fuck, that’s for sure.

“What a night,” I say with a laugh.