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“Friends? We were never friends, Grant!” I said and he stared at me. His blue eyes had darkened and I could see every strand in his beard. His gaze was focused on me, on my nose and my lips and then back to my eyes again.
“Call it what you want then, college loyalty,” he said, in a softer voice. But my nostrils were flared. I wasn’t prepared to see him, not so soon after what had happened the previous day. In fact, I had planned on never seeing him again.
“You don’t need to help me, and you definitely don’t need to show up at a bar and rescue me,” I said, jutting my chin out at him. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me again. His lips were set in a thin line and I could smell the heady musky scent of his cologne. He was too close to me for comfort and I shifted in my stool.
“I’m not trying to rescue you, I’m just trying to talk to you,” he said and I rolled my eyes.
“You keep saying that, but I don’t know what we can talk about. It’s a business deal and our lawyers will see it through,” I said and looked away from him. Even with my eyes averted, I could tell that he was glaring at me. Thinking of the next thing to say.
“Beverley, this isn’t a competition anymore,” he said, in a much quieter voice and I whipped my head around to look at him.
“Who said it’s a competition? What makes you think I’m competing with you?” I asked him, trying to fool myself at the same time. It had always been a competition with Grant. Previously, in college it had been just friendly fire, but now it was a full fledged war. At least in my eyes.
“Why are you taking it so badly then?” he asked and I straightened myself.
“I would have taken it badly no matter who was buying my company. It isn’t about you,” I told him and I realized that my lips were quivering. He watched my lips and then narrowed his eyes at me again.
“So, why did you leave last night?” he asked, after a few seconds of silence. I crossed my brows and pretended to not know what he was talking about.
“Because I didn’t…” I tried to say the words, but I was melting in his eyes.
I felt him reach for my hand and he yanked me off the stool. My heart was racing again, as he tugged me gently, leading me around the tables till we reached the toilets at the back of the bar. When I realized where he was taking us, my stomach fell. I knew what was going to happen and my mind went into a tizzy.
But I didn’t resist it, because that was exactly what I wanted. Once again, in Grant’s presence; all common sense had disappeared and I was left with this raw need to have him.
Unconcerned by who was watching us, Grant pushed open the door of the toilet. There was just one, a unisex toilet that was thankfully well maintained and he let go of my hand when he locked it shut behind us.
“Grant, I…” I tried to say but he had grabbed my face with both hands again and we were kissing.
This time the kiss was hungry and it was like we were devouring each other. His beard scratched against my face, as I weaved my fingers through his hair. With one hand he pinned me by my neck to the toilet wall, and his other travelled down my front.
With his fingers splayed, he grazed my stiff nipples through the fabric of my t-shirt, while our lips remained locked. I could feel myself growing wet and I thrust my hips towards him. This time I wanted more than just his mouth and he knew it too. I could feel his rock-hard cock throbbing in his pants as he pressed himself to me.
Grant pulled away his lips from me, just when his hand travelled down my jeans. I gasped when his fingers found my wet core.
“There it is again,” he grunted and I bit down on my lip. He nibbled on the side of my jaw and his tongue traveled down my neck, which I was now presenting to him. His hand was still inside my jeans, slowly beginning to stroke my clit.
I couldn’t control myself any more, and I reached for his belt which I undid in a flash. He didn’t help me as I unzipped him and finally his pants fell to the bathroom floor. Grant quickened the speed with which he was stroking me, I could feel his fingers getting wet with my own juices. I pressed my back against the toilet wall and wound my arms around his neck to pull him close.
Grant slid out his hand and then started undoing my jeans. He looked up at me suddenly and our eyes met. His were small and glazed over, his lips were wet with my saliva. I licked my lips in anticipation.
Grant pulled my jeans off in a hurry, and then my panties; and before I could say or do anything, he had lifted me off the floor, guiding me to wrap my legs around his waist. We kept our eyes locked as I settled in and he pressed me to the wall again. He had both his hands holding me up now, and I knew my mouth was hanging open.
The velvety smooth tip of his cock was grazing against my wet hot core. I gulped and kept my eyes on him. I knew he was big already, I’d seen his cock earlier and I was preparing myself for the sensation.
But nothing could have prepared me for what I felt when he slid into me, smoothly and an inch at a time. I moaned and he grunted as he continued. My back was pressed to the wall, both our eyes were wide open and he had no idea how long I’d waited for this. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell him how good it felt, but I kept my mouth shut.
Grant was inside me. I could feel his hard cock stretching in me, stroking me at the spot that needed to be stroked. When he slid out, I gasped and then he slammed into me again. Now it was all about the speed and creating friction and he started pumping into me.
I closed my eyes, because I couldn’t bear to look at him any more. He drove into me with force and both our breaths caught in our throats. He grunted with every thrust, while my back slid up and down the wall with every push. My hands were on his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin through the jacket of his suit.
He looked handsome, he was the most good looking guy I’d slept with…and also the man who had been the object of my affection for all these years. This felt better than my fantasies.
Grant moved his hips and now his cock stroked me deeper inside. He didn’t slow down, he kept pumping into me and I knew he was bringing me closer and closer to the edge. If his mouth on me had felt amazing, this felt even better…if that was possible.
I braced myself for an orgasm and my eyes flew open. Grant had a lingering smile on his face, he wanted to watch me come. He was enjoying putting me in this position. I screamed as I came, unbothered by who could hear us outside. Grant grunted and I felt him release himself inside me at the same time. We were looking at each other as we came together. My toes curled in my sneakers while my nails dug deeper into his skin. If I was hurting him, he didn’t say anything and instead kept thrusting into me. I could feel him shoot inside me, empty himself into me.
As I felt my breath beginning to recover, I realized that it was ending and I didn’t want it to. I wanted to experience it for longer, I didn’t want my orgasm to end because that would mean that I’d have to go back to the real world. And go back to hating him.
