Page 6 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

Paige

“You okay?” Chloe asks as I take my seat at a stool around the bar.

“Huh?”

“Have you hurt yourself? You’re wincing?

” I feel myself blush. If only she knew.

She would definitely not feel any concern for me; because, yes, I am sore.

My pussy feels like it’s been massacred.

Gray fucked me into the mattress as promised.

God, does that man know how to use that cock of his.

I think I might have passed out again. Then, because he got me all dirty, he decided we needed to clean up in the shower, which resulted in him nailing me against the wall.

I think he’s broken me, but I can hardly tell Chloe that.

Yes, Chloe, I’m in pain, your dad’s best friend and the man you’ve known your whole life has fucked me silly with his giant dick!

Nope, not a conversation I’m going to have tonight; if ever .

For all I know, this is a weekend fling and nothing more. We may never speak again after the wedding. I mean, I don’t even have his number. He’s eaten my pussy and fucked me three times, he’s going to sleep in my bed, but I couldn’t call him if I needed to.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Chlo, just those plane seats are super uncomfortable.” True, just not the truth.

“Oh, so true.” She thankfully agrees, but who doesn’t agree that plane seats are uncomfortable.

We’re soon joined by Chloe’s three sisters, one younger and two older and we all catch up on each others lives.

They’re glad to hear I broke things off with Edward.

Not that any of them had met him, but they could tell I wasn’t in to him and hadn’t liked the sound of him from the get-go.

I wonder what they would think of Grayson and I?

Would people look at us and see something wrong.

I don’t know his exact age, but he said he’s in his forties.

That makes him more than likely, at least, twenty years older than me.

Would people comment? Would they look at us different?

Would I care? No, I don’t think I would.

If he made me happy, it wouldn’t matter what anyone else thought.

But I need to stop with these thoughts, we’re not anything.

We’re just two people making the most of an attraction and close proximity for a weekend.

That’s it. I’ll have to keep reminding myself of that, I’ve never had a one-night stand before, or weekend stand?

And I need to make sure I don’t catch feelings for Gray.

I mentally switch him off in my brain and focus on what the girls are saying.

Chloe is my priority this weekend. Grabbing my wine, I settle in for a girls night.

I pick up a second key from reception on my way back to the room.

Gray has mine as he’s out with Angus tonight, I’m not sure what time he’ll be back.

I wasn’t out too late with the girls, none of us wanting to get silly this weekend.

All of us want to look and feel our best for Sunday.

Letting myself into the room, I hear the shower running in the bathroom, he’s back already then.

Kicking off my heels I make my way over to the wardrobe and strip off my dress to hang it up.

Just as I finish, Gray emerges from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His tanned, toned chest still damp from his shower, his hair a wet mess where he must have run the towel over it.

I watch a drop of water run over his pecs and down over his washboard abs, disappearing into the white terry cloth.

I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my life, he might be in his forties, but he keeps himself in better shape than most men in their twenties.

“You’re back,” he’s staring at me too. His eyes roving over my black lace matching underwear.

“Mmhmm,” I hum in agreement.

“Miss me?” He smirks.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” I reply coyly. He drops his towel and stalks towards me. Like a wolf hunting its prey.

“Oh, I think you missed me. I think you were as desperate to get back to me as I was you.”

“I think you missed me more,” I say as my hand reaches out and grasps his erection.

My fingers don’t touch as I grip him, making a half fist around his shaft.

Every time I see his cock, its sheer size shocks me.

I can’t believe it fits inside me… well, barely.

He grunts in response; his cock twitching in my hand.

I’m too sore to take him again so soon, but he’s so hard it must be painful, and there are other ways to make him come.

I drop to my knees, my mouth already watering at the thought of tasting him.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good on your knees for me. You going to take me like a good girl?” I look up at him and open my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

“You’ll swallow everything I give you.” He takes his cock in his hand and swipes the crown over my lips, painting them with his pre-cum.

“Wider,” I open as far as I can and he pushes the head of his cock past my lips, leaving a salty trail on my tongue.

He keeps going until his cock hits the back of my throat causing me to gag.

My eyes water at the invasion. I don’t think I’ve even taken half of him and I’m already gagging.

“That’s it, gag on my cock,” he groans. His hips push against me, fighting to get his cock further in. “Relax for me, baby,” he pulls back slightly. “Deep breath and relax that throat. I’m not stopping until you’ve taken every fucking inch of me.”

Could I actually do this? I’d never deep throated before, but I want to, for him. I take a deep breath through my nose.

“That’s it, baby, you can do it,” he pushes in deeper again, hitting the back of my throat.

“Try and swallow for me.” It wasn’t easy, his cock blocking my throat made it seem near impossible, but finally I manage, and his cock slips down my throat an inch.

“Yes, fuck yes, that’s it,” he rasps. His head is thrown back, his muscles tense.

He shoves in deeper, I try to relax my throat and breathe through my nose.

His cock slides deeper and then I can’t breathe at all, my airway is completely blocked.

Panic overtakes me, he must feel it as his head drops forward and his eyes connect with mine.

“It’s okay, baby. Just a little more and then you can breathe again.

You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.

” With a final shove of his hips, the last couple inches enter my throat.

“Look at you. Fucking perfect. I can see your throat bulging.” His hand circles my throat and his hips pulse.

“I can feel my cock here,” he groans. He draws back, allowing me to draw in a ragged gasp, before he shoves back in, all the way, in one thrust. I can hear him groaning and muttering, but I can’t make out his words through the rushing in my ears .

“One more breath, baby, last one before I fill that filthy mouth with my cum.” I take the deepest breath I’ve ever taken, as if I’m about to dive down to the fucking Mariana Trench.

Before I know it, his cock is pushing back down my throat.

His hips pulsing back and forth, creating more of the friction he needs.

On one of his thrusts, when he is at his deepest, I do my best to swallow around him.

It must kind of work, as I feel his cock swell; he shouts something incoherent and starts spilling down my throat.

His cock withdraws slightly and the remaining pulses of his cum land on my tongue.

“Don’t swallow, open for me, show me what a good girl you are with my cum in your mouth.

” He pulls free of my mouth, and I open for him.

His eyes darken further, and his thumb slips into my mouth catching some of his cum on it, he withdraws to show me and smirks down at me.

“Now, swallow.” It’s not easy, my mouth and throat are full of him, not to mention sore from being force fed his cock.

As I swallow, he rubs his thumb, coated in his cum, over my lips.

“So pretty. I’ll never tire of seeing you like this, on your knees with my cum on your swollen, just fucked, lips.” He dips his thumb back into my mouth and I suck it clean. Swirling my tongue around, ensuring I get every drop of him from it.

** *

Grayson

I missed her. I wasn’t lying earlier when I said I was desperate to get back to her.

I hated every second of my dinner with Angus, my best friend, because it kept me away from her.

I don’t know who I was trying to kid when I said I’d fuck her out of my system this weekend.

I’ve been obsessing over her for six months, to the point I wouldn’t sleep with anyone else, and I thought, what?

A quick fuck would fix it? Would put a stop to my infatuation?

It hasn’t. It’s done the absolute fucking opposite.

I am even more obsessed with her, every second that passes I fall deeper and deeper.

I don’t care what it takes; I am never letting her go.

Getting ready for bed, my eyes meet hers in the bathroom mirror. We’re both brushing our teeth, next to each other, like a couple. I want this. Every night, I want her next to me, doing the most menial of tasks. I don’t care what they are, as long as they’re with her.

“How was your dinner?” She asks as she dries her mouth on the small face cloth provided.

“It was good, I haven’t seen Angus for a few months. It’s always good to catch up with him. I’d have rather spent the evening with you though.” That brings a smile to her lips.

“I think I made up for our evening apart just now though.” My cock twitches at the thought of her on her knees for me and the blow job she just gave me.

“That you did.” We make our way out to the bedroom. She goes for the right side of the bed, but I stop her. “No.”

“What?” She turns to me, a confused look on her face.

“You’re not sleeping on that side.”

“Oh, okay,” she shrugs and moves round to the other side. “You always sleep on the right? ”

“No,” I bite my lip, hiding the smile that wants to break out. Her little huff, has me nearly giving in to it.

“Then why can’t I sleep on that side?” She says, eyeing my side of the bed.

“Because you will never sleep closest to the door.” Her eyes widen. She definitely was not expecting that as my answer.

“You’re serious?”

“As a heartbeat.”

“That's ridiculous.” I chuckle at her response.

“You can huff about it all you want, but no matter where we are, you will never sleep closest to the door. It’s, shall we say, a hard limit for me.” She rolls her eyes in response. Mine narrow back as I point at her. “Next time you roll your eyes at me, I’ll take you over my knee.”

“You’re insane,” she mutters under her breath as she climbs into bed. I pull her to me under the covers, spooning her from behind and nestling my bare cock between her ass cheeks.

I groan into her neck.

“Okay back there?”

“I want to sleep with my cock buried inside you,” I groan again, the thought causing my cock to harden slightly. She feels it and pushes back into me.

“Then why don’t you,” she breathes.

“Baby, you’re killing me. I want that so bad, but I’m not sleeping with a condom on all night.”

“Are you clean?” She asks.

Fuck. “Yes, I would never do anything to put you at risk.”

“I’m on the pill, and you’d be the first.” The only. I’ll be the only one to ever be in you bare. I bite down on her neck, trying to control the urge to thrust straight into her. Her moan in response, tells me all I need to know; she wants this as much as I do .

“You want to be my little cock warmer, baby?”

“Yes,” she rasps. My hand slides round her hip, dipping between her legs, finding her sopping wet.

“Such a good fucking girl. This is how I always want to find this pussy; dripping wet and ready for me.” Her whimper is music to my ears.

Taking my cock in my hand, I swipe it up and down her slit, coating it in her juices.

I gently slide the tip inside her. She’s so tight and still swollen from earlier.

I gradually work into her in shallow thrusts.

She turns her head to the side and bites my bicep that's pillowing her head.

I grunt and thrust harder at the sensation.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, “take what you need from me.” She bites down harder. “Nearly there, then you can go to sleep. Is that what you want? To fall asleep with my cock buried so fucking deep inside you?”

“God yes, Gray, please. I want it so bad.” She’s a writhing, panting mess.

I tighten my grip on her hip, keeping her in place whilst I thrust the last few inches into her.

She tenses, her pussy trying to push me back out.

I’m too much for her, there’s a hint of pain each time she takes me, I know this, but it doesn’t stop me from giving her all of me every time.

“Shhh,” I whisper in her ear. “There we go, baby, warm my cock whilst we sleep.”

“You honestly expect me to sleep like this?” She whines.

“Yes. Now go to sleep,” my tone lets her know how serious I am. I pull her back into my chest and kiss the top of her head. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Gray,” her whispered words are the perfect end to my day.