Despite missing Grayson when he wasn't home, the solitude gave me an opportunity to cool my feelings for him. Nothing could erase them entirely, but it was much easier to dismiss them as my being caught up in the moment when I didn't see his face all day.
Thank God I hadn't said anything while we'd been wrapped up in each other on the pool lounger. If I had, things would've been beyond awkward for the rest of the summer. Hell, probably for the rest of our lives.
Of course, Jenny was no help. I didn't dare to confide in her after all her comments about a wedding. It might've been a big joke in her opinion, but my every waking moment was consumed with ideas about how we might continue our relationship after Dad came home. It was why I dodged his emails when they arrived or only sent curt replies. Just enough to stop him from panicking about my well-being, but not enough to give anything away. I didn't want him to come flying home because he was worried about me and cut my time with Grayson short, but I also couldn't lie to him. Saying nothing at all was better for my conscience.
Not much better, but you know, it was bearable enough to live with.
I passed the next few days by cleaning around the house, dumped the final few reminders of Trey in the garbage where they belonged, and dodged telemarketing calls which had arrived on my phone with increased frequency. The caller never spoke when I answered and dropped the call whenever I transferred them to voicemail. You'd think they'd have gotten the message that I wasn't interested in whatever they were trying to scam out of me, yet still, they persisted.
Another such call arrived on Friday morning as I walked into the kitchen in tiny pajama shorts and a t-shirt. I'd expected to be alone just like every other weekday, so when I was met by the delicious, rich scent of buttermilk pancakes and maple syrup, I was so startled that my cellphone almost slipped through my fingers. I slapped my hand against the screen, briefly connecting the call. I tapped furiously at the screen to disconnect it and locked the cellphone.
"Aren't you meant to be at work?" I asked.
Grayson stood before the stove with a skillet in hand. He turned and tipped another pancake onto a neat stack, turned off the heat, and brought the two plates to the kitchen island. Two glasses of orange juice had been poured, and a fresh pot of coffee waited on the counter. It felt weird to say it, but it was almost like the old days when I'd lived at home with Dad. Most of the time he was cooped up in his office, but when he was present, I could often find him in the kitchen making something because he'd decided that we needed to spend time together.
"I took a day off." Grayson kept one hand on the kitchen island as he rounded it slowly on the approach. "I've got a few things to take care of."
I set down my phone. "What kind of things?"
His hands landed on my hips and Grayson pulled my body flush to his. "Nothing that I can't put off if you're free to spend the day in bed, Kitten..."
I placed my hand on his chest. "I'm not having you put off plans for the sake of fucking me, Grayson."
"Pity. You're always so sexy in the morning." He pecked my lips with a chaste kiss. "You're sexy any time of the day."
"Are you going to tell me what was so important that you had to take a day off work for it?" I asked. "Or should I guess?"
"You can try, but you won't figure it out." Grayson's hands skimmed around to my rear, and he squeezed my ass appreciatively. "Although they do involve you, so if you don't want me to bend you over the counter and fuck you, you should probably go upstairs and change."
"Can't I wait until after breakfast?" I smiled sweetly at him. "Since you were nice enough to make it and everything."
"I guess..." Grayson pulled away to fetch some cutlery. "Who was that on the phone, by the way? Jenny?"
"A gross telemarketer," I said. "Or a prank caller."
The words were no sooner out of my mouth than the phone rang again. I sighed and accepted the call, expecting to hear the heavy breathing whooshing through the speaker. I'd never been so happy to be wrong in my life. Although the number was withheld, the person on the line was the farthest thing from a creepy, mouth-breathing office worker as it was possible to be.
"Hey, sweetheart." Dad's warm, affectionate voice hadn't changed for his being away. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Grayson mouthed 'Jenny?' in my direction. I shook my head and turned my back on him. The last thing I wanted was for Dad to hear Grayson say something inappropriate in the background. He must have sensed the nervous energy rolling off me in waves as I chewed on my thumbnail and internally panicked about what might have made Dad call because he set down the cutlery and rounded the island to stand behind me. Grayson placed a hand on my hip and his chest brushed against my back.
"No, not a bad time at all," I said quickly. "I was just about to have breakfast. Grayson cooked."
He leaned in close enough to hear both sides of the conversation just in time for Dad to ask, "He didn't burn the place down, did he?"
Grayson rolled his eyes but said nothing. I pressed my lips together to stifle a laugh. "No, we both survived the experience. I'll let you know if it was edible next time I email you, though."
Boldly, Grayson placed his hand beneath my shirt to tickle my side. I swatted gently at his hand to stop him. Not to be deterred in punishing me for my comments on his cooking, Grayson smoothed his hand over my stomach, the tip of his little finger teasing at my waistband.
"And, how are you doing with everything that happened?"
"Everything that happened with what?"
Grayson was making it difficult to concentrate. Those large, powerful fingers of his had dipped lower to cup my womanhood. His lips were on my neck and his other hand was under my t-shirt and kneading my breasts. Not so long ago he was saying that it was wrong that he was interested in me because he valued his friendship with my dad, and now he was trying to turn me on while I was on the phone with him. I didn't know what Grayson was playing at, but he was taking a huge risk.
"Trey," Dad said. "I wish I could have been there to help you through things, sweetheart. I'm sorry for leaving you in Grayson's hands for the summer."
I almost burst out in hysterical laughter. God, if only he knew what Grayson's hands were doing to me. What they had done to me all summer so far. I slammed a hand down onto the kitchen island to steady myself when he flicked a finger over my clit.
"Oh, you know... He's not the worst," I said evasively. Grayson's response was to push a finger inside of me and he gently nipped my shoulder. I closed my eyes and forced myself to focus. "He's been keeping an eye on me."
"Have you thought about college at all?"
I cleared my throat. Grayson was fucking me with his finger. It took everything I had to just stay upright. "No, I haven't really decided what I'm gonna..." Grayson added a second finger, and I took a deep breath before I continued. "You know, I'm thinking of transferring or taking a break. I'll let you know what I decide."
"All right. I won't rush you. Whatever you decide, I'll support it."
I couldn't help but think that wouldn't extend to supporting the idea of Grayson fucking me, but that was a conversation we could have another time.
"Do you think I could talk to Grayson?" he asked. "I just want to check over a few things."
"Sure!" I was relieved that Grayson would stop tormenting me if he had to talk to Dad. "I'll put him on."
Grayson paused and looked down at the cellphone when I offered it to him. It was better that he didn't just snatch it up and start talking otherwise Dad would know that he'd been in proximity and wonder why. For a moment, he weighed his options. Not taking the phone was out of the question, but he only needed one hand for that. Upon reaching that conclusion, Grayson took his hand from my breasts but left the other down my shorts.
"Hey, bud," he greeted.
I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation. I didn't want to. It was shameful to have my dad speaking in my ear while Grayson finger fucked me. When I tried to pull away, Grayson took his fingers out of me and used his free hand to catch my upper arm. He shook his head slowly in a warning. I wasn't allowed to leave. Not until he was done playing with me.
"Yeah, sure thing." I was sure that he was barely listening to Dad, but he played the part of an attentive friend well. "I'll remember to check."
Grayson patted the kitchen counter, an indication that I should hop up onto it. With his hand under my armpit, it was easier to jump up onto the cool marble. Thank God it wasn't a small island otherwise I'd have sat in our breakfast. I placed my hands on the smooth surface to raise my hips and Grayson wasted no time in tugging off my shorts. They fell to the floor and Grayson roughly pushed my thighs apart. Slowly and quietly, he sucked on his fingers while he eyed my damp pussy. I shivered under his gaze.
God, when did I become so filthy?
The idea of someone hearing us was actually a turn-on. It sent a ripple of excitement through me when I should've been terrified at the thought. Grayson placed his hand on my stomach and skimmed his fingers up, pushing my t-shirt until my breasts were exposed. I leaned back and spread my legs as wide as possible, my vulnerable, naked body an invitation for him to do whatever he wanted. His eyes darkened with desire and his cock strained in his pants, but Grayson wasn't stupid enough to try to have sex with me while he was on the phone. Instead, he circled his thumb around my swollen, yearning clit and pushed his fingers back inside of me, no doubt wishing that it was his dick instead.
Boldly, I held his gaze as his fingers drew in and out of my passage, challenging him to go further, to fuck me harder with his hand. I pressed my lips together and clenched my jaw, determined that I wouldn't make a sound lest we alert Dad to what we were doing.
"When are you thinking?" Grayson asked into the phone.
With every thrust of his arm, his bicep swelled deliciously. I rolled my hips in time with his movements, trying to bring him deeper, reveling in the sensation of his fingers filling me up. His cock would always feel better than his hand, but I would take what I could get from him.
Anything was better than nothing.
"Yeah?" A wicked smile tugged on Grayson's lips. "Tell me about the lectures."
Oh no.
Once Dad started talking about his classes, it was difficult to get him to stop. Grayson knew that as well as anyone, and he was going to use that to his advantage. He set the cellphone on a barstool and turned up the volume just enough that he could hear Dad's voice murmur through. With nothing to stop him, Grayson descended on my pussy with insatiable need, his tongue pressing hard against my clit, flexing and lashing over the hyper-sensitive area with precision and talent. My legs were over his shoulders and his hand reached up to grasp my breast roughly. My whole body rocked as he pounded me with his hand, slashed with his tongue, and rolled my breast against his palm. I dropped onto my back and clamped a hand over my mouth. The other was buried in his hair, holding his face to my pussy so he wouldn't stop going down on me.
My back arched from the counter. I needed my second hand to keep the moans behind my lips. I felt him smirk when his lips curled. Grayson loved this. Every second I risked losing control made him feel powerful. Bastard. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes with the effort it took to swallow down all the unbridled cries of pleasure I was desperate to release. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My toes curled. Warmth pooled in my stomach. It swelled until I was so full of the searing pleasure that he was giving me that I couldn't help but release it. My body quivered and bucked on the counter as the climax tore through me. It was unstoppable and wild, and such a fucking rush knowing that it could be our undoing.
As I came, Grayson worked his tongue and fingers harder. He knew he could draw out my pleasure past the point where it was almost unbearable, and he wasn't about to go easy on me just because of the precarious situation. I breathed hard through my nose and whimpered against my palms. I wanted to fill the house with my cries, to hear my moans echo around us so Grayson could hear the devastation he'd wrought.
Much to my despair, Grayson drew his fingers back out of me and ran his tongue in a long, slow line over my pussy, luxuriating in his reward for his efforts. He snatched the phone back up and held it to his ear as he watched me come down from my high. I couldn't stop shaking and my breasts rocked on my chest with every breath. Grayson had the look of a King surveying his kingdom; a man who knew he'd claimed all that laid before him.
"Sorry, bud. I need to go," he said into the cellphone. Grayson smirked down at me. "Yeah, I know. I just realized I left something turned on. Yeah, I'll tell her. See you in a few weeks."
I waited until the call disconnected to speak. "You're an asshole."
"Yeah, and you loved every fucking second."
Heat flooded my cheeks. "If he'd heard–"
"But he didn't." Grayson sucked his fingers clean once more. "And we both needed a taste to keep us going until tonight."
I pushed myself upright. My arms quivered in protest, but I didn't care. "Tonight? You're going to make me wait?"
"A moment ago, I was an asshole. Now you're mad I'm not gonna bend you over and fuck you?" he asked. "Make up your mind, Kitten."
I tugged down my t-shirt and hopped down from the counter. Grayson bent down to pick up my shorts, but he was so close that he took advantage of our respective positions to nuzzle against my crotch and run his tongue over me again. I placed a hand on his shoulder for support and closed my eyes. Tender whimpers rushed from my parted lips as he gathered my come ravenously.
"Grayson, please," I breathed.
Please, what?
Please stop?
Please fuck me over the counter so loud that the neighbors hear us?
He tore himself away and pushed my shorts into my hand. Grayson cupped my jaw in his large hand and I tilted my head until my cheek was in his palm. I accepted his kiss without hesitation, tasting myself on his tongue and moaning my approval into his mouth. I should've told him that I wanted a day in bed instead of stubbornly protesting the idea of him breaking plans for my sake. I could've been upstairs in his bed and sat on his dick already.
"Go get dressed, baby," Grayson breathed against my mouth. "We need to leave soon."
"What about breakfast?" I rolled my hips towards his. "It's not fair that you've already eaten, but I haven't had a single delicious thing in my mouth."
Grayson's hand slipped to the back of my head where he grasped a fistful of my hair. I tilted my head back and Grayson's lips skimmed my exposed throat. "Believe me, Kitten, I would love to fuck your sweet little mouth and watch you swallow every drop when I come, but we're on a schedule."
"Do you promise you'll make it up to me?"
"I always do."
"Fine, but I'm going to pout about it all day." I dropped my hand to cup his thick, erect cock through his pants. "And I'm going to make myself wet thinking about having this in my pussy."
Grayson groaned and dropped his head on my shoulder. "You know, I told your dad I'd give you his message to be a good girl..." He pushed his fingers up inside of me without warning and I gasped. "But I don't want you to be anything but bad for me, Chaise. Keep being my dirty little Kitten."
"Oh, God," I moaned.
"You're still not getting my cock, Chaise," he growled. "We fuck on my terms, not yours. But I'm going to make you scream my name before we go, and you're going to stand there and take it. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Reed." I reached back and gripped the edge of the counter. "Anything for you."
"That's my girl. Now..." Grayson rolled his thumb against my clit. "Brace yourself, because I have no intention of being gentle."