Grumpalicious by Mia Faye

Chapter 19

GENEVIEVE

I had no idea what came over me, but I was feverish with need. Every single cell in my body cried out for Cayden, the man behind the bad boy myth. He’d been kind, he’d shown restraint and I couldn’t hold myself back. I was crazy for the man. I kissed my way down his body to his hard throbbing erection and just took that bad boy straight up into my mouth. I didn’t think, I just did what instincts told me to do, bobbing up and down on him sucking away. I rubbed his belly, then massaged his balls and tried to take as much of his massive size down my throat as I could which made him yell out.

“On fuck, Genevieve…” I loved when he said my full name.

I loved hearing him cry out in ecstasy. I wanted more of him...all of him.

“I want you to make love to me,” I nearly begged when I came up off of his stiff cock.

“Well, I’m not gonna just dive in, so lay back, Ms. Green and let me get you all wet and slippery for the ride of your life.”

We were having fun, we were laughing, this felt good. This was right. Those were the things I was continuously telling myself as he sucked hard on my bare nipples, nibbling intermittently as flashes of desire flooded my entire body. I arched into him to give him more as his fingers squeezed and massaged my other breast driving me completely mad. I even thought for a moment he may have slipped me something, I was that hot for him, but I would know if I wasn’t in control of my rational mind and body. I was definitely driving the boat. I needed him, I wanted him and by the end of the night I was going to have him.

He was gentle and passionate as he licked his way to my belly and gave me tiny monkey bites there, each hurt and yet felt so good. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to leave marks or what he was doing, but I felt like he was eating me alive, as hungry for me as I was for him. He then descended farther, and I spread my legs wide for him, feeling myself tremble. It only took one dip of his finger to the silky cavern of my pussy to know how much I was aching for him.

He peeked up over the landscape of my body and smiled. “You really do want this don’t you?”

“Okay, don’t gloat, just...ugh. Get inside of me!” I nearly growled at him.

“I might have that quote framed...it’s perfectly you.”

I made sure to send him a glare down my glistening body that shivered with anticipation of what was to come next. His hot wet tongue slid along the sides of my vagina and danced over the center, teasing me, making me moan. His sharp teeth tucked into my clit and sucked and nibbled there like he had my breasts, and I angled my pussy into his face.

“Please, Cayden. Please…” I whined.

“I love when you call me that.” He sat up and looked at me. “No one calls me Cayden.”

“Ugh, fuck me already, Cayden, we’ll deal with semantics later. I want you so badly I’m going to explode.”

“Explode over my eight hundred thread count, Egyptian cotton sheets? That would be bad. Let me just get up on in here then.” He lifted himself up to his knees and I put my hand up to him, feeling his warm hard chest.

“But gentle though, I mean, I have to sing tomorrow.” I suddenly panicked. “And like breathe, and do other things.”

“I’m not an animal, I’m not going to devour you. Well, I am, but you’ll be able to breathe and do many other things tomorrow. Just relax and enjoy this, I’ve got you.”

I wanted to trust him, but I was just so scared.

That is, I was terrified until he put his mouth on me and started working his magic. His warm tongue touched places that had never been touched by another human being, at least not with their mouth. He sucked hard on my clit and electricity pulsed through my body, blinding me to everything but lust. All I wanted was to have Cayden inside of me. I wanted our bodies to become one and find a place together where we could share an experience that was ours and our alone.

“I want you, Cayden. Please. I want you now! Inside of me,” I managed to pant out with a lust-crazed determination.

“As you wish, we’re all good to go down here.” He kissed my pussy and my mind catapulted into ecstasy. I was still nervous, but he made everything easier as he kissed me and gently stroked the head of his cock along my wet greedy center.

“I’m good, I’m ready!” I pressed my hands on his firm buttocks and brought him into me.

“Okay, my love, here we go.” And there he went, slowly, inch by agonizing inch he pressed himself into me until he reached the barrier of my virginity and I closed my eyes tightly waiting for the pinch of pain I’d heard would accompany his breach, but it didn’t come.

I widened my legs for him to give him more room, but he didn’t thrust in like I thought he might. Instead, he smiled at me, kissed my mouth again, and with two of his fingers he played with my clit as our bodies were smashed together and when the electricity balled in a tight knot in my belly in a way I could no longer endure, I shivered and convulsed with such a powerful orgasm, I hadn’t even realized he had used that moment to thrust himself into me until I came down from my high, feeling the razor sharpness of pleasure and pain, suddenly incredibly full...of him.

“I’m there,” he said softly as he stayed inside of me while we waited for the fireworks, butterflies, and twerking harlots to calm the fuck down.

I lay still with my feelings, just being overwhelmed a little, excited and warm, cozy… perhaps loved? I wasn’t sure. He kissed me again looking at my face, drinking me in.

“Hi,” I said, feeling a little stupid.

“Hi,” he laughed. “How are you feeling?”

I looked at him and said, “A lot.” As ineloquent as it was, that was exactly what I was feeling.

“A lot good? A lot bad? A lot I don’t know?” He was digging in which I appreciated.

“I’m okay. I’m good.”

“Okay.” He moved gently within me and there was that excited pinch again, but nothing more. “Are we ready to do some love makin’?” he asked in a weird Texas accent.

“Um?” I cocked my head and gave him an odd glance.

“Am I good to go here?” He seemed to be straining as if he hadn’t quite reached his happy place yet.

“I am, just if I need to stop…” for some reason I was still digging my heels in, but I was good.

I loved the feel of him inside of me. It was intense, but also awesome. I wasn’t sure how he was feeling other than ready to rock and roll.

“I promise, you just say the word, ‘stop’ and I’ll give you a breather.” He moved more pulling himself out and then slowly moving back in and there was that exquisite ache building again.

I curled my legs around him and brought myself closer wanting to have as much on my skin on him as I could. For some reason, I couldn’t get close enough and when he started pulsing and pumping in earnest, every cell in my body was in tune with him, his movements, his lust, and need, but more importantly his care as he made sure to kiss and touch me throughout the experience. Soon everything was a blur of motion, kisses, burning hot thrusts, and pulses until my insides were twisted so tight I exploded all over myself and him, and the warm hum of euphoria engulfed me. I was so deep in my zone, coming down from the best orgasm I’d ever had, I hardly knew when Cayden abruptly pulled out of me and yanked himself a few times before he came on my belly panting and moaning until he collapsed on me, hot, exhausted, and heavy.

“God, you’re heaven,” he sighed as he came down from his own release.

“That was amazing.” I curled deeper into his embrace feeling hazy and tired and before I knew it I was asleep.

I had no idea if he wanted to have a post-coital chat, I was just so happy and euphoric I drifted off. The next morning, I woke up with the sun shining in my face completely forgetting that I’d fallen asleep in a glass room. I was irritated at first and sore, not in pain at all, but I felt a little bruised. At first, I just thought it was fatigue, but as I opened my eyes, my memories all came flooding back of the night before. Cash was sleeping next to me, but he too was starting to wake up. I had no idea what time it was, but I assumed it was early.

I felt like I’d worked out hard, but more, I wanted a shower. I wasn’t gross necessarily, just a little...meh. I looked at Cash and I wasn’t sure what the morning after would be like for us. Would he do a victory lap as the first person to go where no man had been before? Was he going to be dashing and make me breakfast? Or was he going to act like I was just another notch on his lipstick case...I had no idea, and I wasn’t really ready for any of it. I wasn’t a morning person in the first place, but there I was in the blazing sun, not really knowing how to face Cash or even wanting to.

“How are you feeling?” he asked in a husky whisper.

“I’m um...I...I... How are you feeling?” I hated when I got like that, but words weren’t going to happen for me, so I didn’t even bother trying.

“I’ve just been to heaven and back, you might be feeling more like you’ve been hit by a Mack truck, so I am going to get the shower going for us and order some fancy coffee and food. I advise you to take some aspirin too just in case. Are you craving anything in particular?”

“Craving, ha, that’s funny. Good thing I’m not craving anything... I mean we didn’t talk about birth control, but we were okay, right? You pulled out?” Suddenly, I was worried.

“I did and we’re fine. I’ve jumped ship plenty of times, the sperm did not hit their target, I promise. But we are going to have to be more careful in the future. I know a great gynecologist, who can get you hooked up with birth control this afternoon.” He got out of bed and with his cock semi-hard he still looked massive.

“God, I had all of that in me?” I mused mostly to myself, feeling victorious, but Cash heard.

He laughed, “Ha, you took me like a real pro.”

“Yikes, pro wasn’t what I was going for,” I laughed too, but a little uncomfortably.

“You were sweet and perfect.” He blew me a kiss as he disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

I was happy to have a momentary break from his intensity. I looked around the room which had a three hundred and sixty-degree view of Manhattan and just marveled at what money could buy. He had good taste too, everything was perfectly designed. The room was seamless and from the bed, I could see the pool and jacuzzi. Everything was soft flowing fabrics and muted blue and seafoam green. There were fountains feeding into the pool, which I hadn’t noticed, and the floor was muted grey marble with a texture rough enough you wouldn’t slip on it.

I grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around me as I got up and walked to the other room. As soon as I started walking there was a little more feeling down where I’d been deflowered, but certainly not bad, and not something that would stop me from wanting to be with Cash again. It was fun and liberating and I had zero regrets. I walked into the pool room, which was part pool and jacuzzi, part living room/bar. I took a seat in an overstuffed chair and just gazed upon the city, letting my feelings settle.