I barely made it halfway down the hallway before I turned around and ran back to Grant's room. With my impending wedding stressing me out, I realized just how much I wanted this night to happen. Who knew when I would get another chance? Now, after I pretended to forget my jacket, he pulled me into his hotel room. 

"Let's get these off," I breathed, reaching for the waistband of his jeans.

I made quick work with removing his pants and shirt. Next it was my turn—and it didn't take him long. He undressed me so fast I was surprised that my shirt didn't tear. It was as if he would die if I wasn't naked right-fucking-now. 

He was always one for silent compliments. 

I crushed my lips against his—my tongue delving into his mouth until I was lost to this. To him. I didn't even realize he turned us around until he pulled away and pushed me back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"My turn." His voice dropped to an erotic growl and his eyes fell to my hard erection.

I leaned back and stretched my arms out behind me. I watched intently as he got to his knees and wrapped his hand around the base of my dick. 

Grant never broke eye contact as he slowly—and torturously—wrapped his mouth around the head.

A strangled moan crawled up from deep in my throat and my head fell back. Grant's the last person I've been with, so it's been awhile for me. The only release I've had was by my own hand. Each time I would close my eyes and picture him. 

As always, Grant got straight to work. He sucked me hungrily and I resisted the urge to jerk my hips. Instead, I leaned forward and brushed my hand through the blonde hair that was just long enough to fist my hand in it. 

"Fuck." I gritted my teeth. The pleasure he was delivering felt like a tornado building and building. My mind was spinning out of control and I didn't give the slightest fuck.

When he took me deeper and my throbbing erection hit the back of his throat, I nearly came right then and there.

With my hand fisted in his hair, I pulled him off me. "Enough." I didn't want my release yet. Not until after he was inside of me.

He licked his lips and looked at me with with undeniable desire. There was a fire in his eyes that I knew mirrored my own. It was the sexiest thing I had ever fucking seen.

Grant got to his feet and grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer. "Turn around."

I pushed myself off of the bed, turned, and leaned forward. Luckily, this one was high enough that I and leave my feet planted on the floor.

I heard the sound of aluminum tearing as Grant ripped open the condom wrapper. I felt his left hand grip my shoulder and I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt him start to slide inside me. But then he stopped.

"Are you sure?" he asked raggedly—like it was taking every ounce of strength he had to keep from thrusting into me deep.

"Yes," I moaned. There was no turning back now. I wanted this. 

His grip on my shoulder tightened and he slowly pushed inside me. Once he was all the way in, he stayed like that for a moment. The hand that was gripping my shoulder ran over my back until he wrapped them both around my waist.

"I fucking missed you," he breathed. His voice was so low he probably didn't know he said that out loud.

"Fuck me," I ordered. Maybe it was more of a plea. I just knew I needed him. Needed this. 

He took charge from there. He withdrew from me slowly...then the fucking started. There was no more slow and gentle now. It was raw need. From both of us.

My body jerked forward as he started pounding into me. Each painfully sweet thrust was a reminder of how much chemistry we had—and how long it had been.

I didn't care. It was worth it. He was worth it. I thought I remembered what it felt like to feel him full and hard inside me. But now that it was happening, the memory didn't compare.

He leaned over me and put his mouth to my ear. "You feel fucking amazing. You know that?"

My eyes slid shut and my response was a deep moan. "Don't stop..."

He chuckled and it caused his breath to blow by my ear. He gave a hard suck of my neck..."Oh I have no intention of stopping."

And he didn't. I had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been five minutes, or it could have been one hour. It took all my willpower to not stroke my throbbing dick as he fucked me. I wanted to wait until after. After was my favorite part.

"Christ,"  he hissed. That, compared with the increased tempo of his thrusts, told me he was close to orgasm. 

Lost to the feelings that only this male seemed to make feel, I moaned, "Come inside me..."

Three more thrusts and it happened. He groaned my name as he spilled himself inside the condom. He squeezed my waist so tight I wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises tomorrow. And I didn't care.

Once Grant caught his breath, he slowly withdrew from me and I heard the sound of the used condom hit the inside of the small garbage can by the table.

I turned to him.  

"Lay on the bed," he panted.

I didn't hesitate. This is what I looked forward to. Our usual routine was him sucking me off after he came. I had no idea why it drove me crazy—but I fucking loved it. 

He climbed on the bed and gave me a deep kiss as he stroked me. My hips jerked forward in his hand, throbbing even harder now than before. 

Grant licked his way down my chest and abs before he positioned himself between my legs. He took my dick into his mouth and my back arched off the bed. 

"Fuck. That's so fucking good." 

He sucked harder, taking me deeper in that wet, warm mouth. When I chanced a glance at him, the visual alone pushed me over the edge. 

I cursed loudly when my orgasm hit me. As my hot release shot into his mouth, he didn't stop. He continued to take deep pulls—swallowing every drop down the back of his throat.

Only when he knew I was spent did he climb up on the bed and collapse next to me. His chest rose and fell in time with mine.

"Damn," I breathed.

Grant nodded. "I know."

There was something I wanted to say to him, but I didn't know how he was going to react to it. I cleared my throat and kept my eyes on the popcorn ceiling of his hotel room.

"I haven't been with anyone since..."

"Since what?" Even though my eyes were straight ahead, I knew that he turned to look at me.

I met his gaze. "Since the last time we were together."

He drew his brows together. "But you're fiancee..."

With a heavy sigh I turned back to look at the ceiling and I rested my left arm behind my head.

"When we first started dating, there were a few instances where it could have led to sex. She told me she wanted to wait. At the time, I didn't mind because it was what she wanted."

"And now?" Grant asked quietly.

I didn't answer him. I couldn't answer him. It would only lead to more questions. More confusion. Instead, I asked, "What about you and..."

"Vanessa," he supplied for me. He exhaled a deep breath and I already knew the answer. "We have. Not...a lot. But we have."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"No," was his one word answer.

There was a part of me that hated that he was with a woman; but I had no claim over him. We were friends. Friends who occasionally fucked, fought, then ended up fucking again. It was a vicious cycle.

What a fucking mess we were.

I turned towards him and rested my head on my hand. "You're pretty amazing. You know that, right?"

He flashed me a wide smile and rolled his eyes playfully. "You know you say that every time we have sex?"

"Its true," I laughed. "Just take the compliment."

Grant leaned forward and brushed his lips softly against mine. It barely counted as a kiss but it still felt just as intimate. Maybe more.

"You're pretty amazing yourself," he whispered before pulling his head back to meet my gaze. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Maybe," I teased. I already planned on staying the night when I turned around in the hallway. Hell, maybe even before that.

He arched a brow. "Maybe, huh?" Grant leaned forward and started placing soft kisses to my chest before looking up at me. "How about now?"

I licked my lips, but somehow managed to keep my expression blank. "Dunno. Might need more convincing."

He traced his tongue around my nipple before sucking it between his teeth. "And now?"

I knew my expression gave me away, but I shrugged a shoulder anyway. "I'm getting there."

He leaned up and hovered over me before capturing my lips for a kiss. It was slow and deep—his tongue tangling with mine. It was the type of kiss that left you gasping for air.

When I moaned into his mouth, he pulled back with a smile. "How about now?"

I cupped the side of his face with my hand. "Got more wine?"

He laughed and it caused a tightening in my chest. "I'll take that as a yes."

He rolled off of me and climbed out of the bed to go retrieve the wine. I turned on my side and watched him walk naked through the room.

There was a part of me that regretted tonight. Because I was engaged to Amelia. But there was another part—a bigger part—that told me that what happened tonight was right.

And when Grant grabbed the wine and looked at me with that ridiculously seductive smile...I believed it.

For my first boyxboy romance, I'm really proud of this chapter...and dying to know what you think! Make sure to comment! Thanks for reading 🖤