The Grind - Part 4
So, here is the fourth and final (for now) part of The Grind. It was suggested to me that I continue with the theme of Edward teaching lessons, but was also given the idea of expanding the story by adding more of Erin. I hope you like where I've gone with it:
It’s amazing how someone you barely know; someone who fails to notice your existence, can change everything. Turn your world on its axis and consume your every thought.
Edward. I know nothing about this man. No last name, no occupation, no small talk the day I screwed up his coffee and blew my chance. That man is my muse, my obsession, my everything.
But he chose innocent Miss Abigail Henderson. A girl who has very little to offer him, nothing to keep him interested and every chance of screwing up more than coffee. She used to blush at the mere mention of sexual encounters and now, as the images of them in the coffee shop and in the restaurant where they didn’t even recognise it was me serving them, I think about what we would be like if I was the girl he focused all of his attention on. There’s no doubt that he could teach me things, with that sexual prowess and the ability he possesses to bring out the tigress in those such as his precious angel. But I could teach him a few tricks of my own.
I would have him telling me how much of a bad girl I am, while begging me to let him ride his wave of release. I would scrape my nails down his chest, tickle his arousal to its peak with the strands of my hair brushing his groin. He’d be beneath me, writhing around, desperate for my permission to touch me.
But right now, I’m sitting in my tip-paid rented apartment, the bottle of vodka one shot away from being empty. My many intoxicated nights of fantasising about my Edward have provided the best dreams and most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
And I’m going to do something to make my dreams reality. If Edward is as bored as I think he is - I’m convinced that Abigail lacks the ability to keep him interested - then I think he’ll be out on the prowl. Looking for someone who could put Abby to shame. That girl is going to be me.
I toss the Glen’s vodka bottle aside, watching it clatter on the wooden floor and roll under the adjacent sofa, stand up and make my way to my bedroom. My hair is provocatively tussled from raking my hands through it every time I imagine Edward grabbing fistfuls of it; now all that’s left to do is find something to wear. Something that will have him swooning and kneeling at my feet, offering himself to me. I slide a cut off, sheer black top and a pair of tight jeans out of the wardrobe and watch the hangers tumble to the floor, tangling with the pile left on the floor from many nights like this.
I pull my outfit on, the garments gliding across my body, cold to the touch but soon to be warmed from my spiked body temperature as arousal and excitement takes over. And soon to be going cold on the floor of Edward’s bedroom, which I have imagined many times along with the other surfaces in his abode that I plan on christening with him. I doubt Abigail enjoys anything but missionary.
When I’m dressed and my make-up is applied I step outside into the fresh summer air and take a deep, victorious breath, flagging down a cab with one recently manicured hand. The driver takes me across the city before dropping me off outside a bar called ‘Concierge’. It’s a few buildings down from where I used to work as nothing more than a lowly coffee maker, and I know it’s a hot spot for bankers and those who have flown over for business. Edward looks like a banker, and I know this place is known for its ‘perks’, so I step up to the front door and smile as the security men let me in, mentioning something about me being pretty. I don’t care what they think; I know how to wear a pair of clothes and carry myself with confidence. I only care what Edward thinks, and I know he’s going to love it. The reunion, the conversation where he’ll reveal everything he’s wanted to say since he returned to The Grind and discovered I no longer work there, and then the moment when he asks if I’d like to go back to his. I’ll make him work for it, of course, but I’m already excited about seeing the look on his face when I say yes.
I settle onto a stool in the corner of the bar and order a cosmopolitan. I sip slowly on the drink and look around the bar. I can’t see a man in here who isn’t wearing a suit, and while I am flattered by the attention I receive in the short time since I arrived, there’s only one man I’m here to reciprocate that attention to.
And his arrival comes so sweetly, as I drain the last of my cocktail and slide the glass across the bar for the barman to take. Edward is wearing a light grey suit with a black shirt, the first few buttons undone to teasingly reveal a chest dusted with dark hair. My god, he looks better than I’ve ever dreamt him looking. And much better than he did in the restaurant, now sans the dirty blonde than clung from his every word and limb. His green eyes sparkle in the light of the bar and my insides flutter as I imagine those worldly eyes raking in my appearance as I stand naked before him. He stops just inside the entrance, slips his hands into his trouser pockets and looks around, assessing the prey no doubt. But what he doesn’t know is I’m the predator, and I’ve already secured my target. I slide off the bar stool and subtly adjust the cleavage that peeks out from my top, and make my way over to him.
He spots me before I arrive, his gaze turning from slightly animated to something dark, his eyebrows furrowed, his head turned down. Recognise me now?
He takes a step towards me and then another, and in a few short strides of those incredible legs he’s standing in front of me, unashamedly looking down my top. My insides flutter under his gaze and the fire that only he can ignite begins to burn deep within me. Maybe he never forgot me. Maybe he just had to keep up appearances in front of his date so she wouldn’t whine with jealousy, threatened by someone who can give a man like Edward what he needs. Maybe he just watched me from afar, wishing I was the one he called angel; my body quivers at the mere thought of him assessing my body.
“Good evening.” He smirks, lifting his eyes to mine.
“Good evening, Edward.”
His eyes narrow. He didn’t expect me to recognise him. He’s just revealed a hint of self-doubt; a vulnerability I can use to my advantage.
“Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”
He raises his arm and gestures for me to head to the bar first. I smile and step in front of him, exaggerating the sway of my hips as I walk, knowing he’s watching me; I feel my body burn from the lust radiating off of him.
“What are you drinking?” He asks, choosing to stand next to where I sit on the stool, his elbow leaning on the bar and one ankle crossed over the other.
I cross my leg, drawing his attention to my body once more. He licks his lips and a whispered growl rumbles in his chest as he almost glares down at me. Edward has fire, a dangerous edge to his sexual urges and it spikes my lust in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Cosmopolitan.”
I’m tempted to order a ‘screaming orgasm’, but the only time I plan to order something like that from him is when he’s asking me how he can please me.
Edward orders our drinks, my sweet cocktail and his mellow whiskey. The perfect combination, just like us.
“No girlfriend?” I ask, taking the straw between my lips and hearing him gasp as I suck a mouthful of my drink.
“Not tonight, baby.” He rasps, clearly affected by my lips.
“Baby?” I raise an eyebrow, “I prefer Angel.”
“Oh, you’re no angel, sweetheart.”
He can say that again.
“What’s your name?”
Oh, we’re playing that game are we? Ok, I’ll take the bait.
“Just stick to sweetheart.”
He purses his lips and nods his acceptance, before downing his shot of whiskey and calling to the barman for another.
We talk a lot about nothing for most of the evening, the jazz music crooning from the speakers, Edward joining in with singing along to a few of the songs as he questions me about where I live, what I do in my free time and why I didn’t say hello if I recognised him before.
“I guess I was waiting for you to find me.” I answer honestly, buzzed from the alcohol and ignited from finally getting to do this with Edward, “Maybe you should have weighed up your options all those years ago.”
“I’m starting to think that,” he replies, reaching out to take my hand and bringing it to his lips but not letting my skin touch his plump, warm mouth, “Only an idiot would let you go.”
“You’re here now.”
Stick that, Angel. All thoughts of Abigail are immediately slashed when Edward’s lips brush the back of my hand, pressing light kisses along each knuckle and then each finger tip before nipping my index finger and releasing my hand. My head is swimming, my pulse is racing and if I wasn’t sitting down I think I’d be on the floor. I vowed to stay in control, to control him, but the lightest, most gentle touch of his lips is making me second guess everything.
No. I won’t give up my control. Edward chose someone over me, and I will punish him for it, using his body to take revenge by using it to extract my own pleasure. The fire in my stomach is back as I imagine all the things I could do to this man. What I will do to this man, because there is no doubt that he wants me as much as I want him.
“There are a lot of things I could do to get the idiocy out of your system.” I say, reaching out to touch his stomach through his shirt.
He tenses beneath my touch, and I almost rip his shirt open there and then in front of the other customers. The pent up frustration of wanting Edward for more than two years is running away from me; the thoughts running through my head like a montage.
“You want to get out of here?” he asks, stepping towards me and settling himself between my legs.
His hands reach out the short distance and he runs his fingers up and down my bare waist. My body erupts into goosebumps and I inhale a short breath, unable to suck enough oxygen into my lungs. My head spins and I sway in my seat. Edward steadies me by cupping my face, and although I see it coming, nothing could prepare me for his lips on mine. Our mouths collide and I take the control back, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, biting hard enough to extract a moan from him, before snaking my tongue into his mouth and tasting the whiskey and desire. I slide my hand round the back of his neck and hold him to me as I explore his mouth and he seems to submit to my attack easily and without resistance.
I pull back, pressing my forehead to his, out of breath and turned on beyond description.
“Yes. I want to get out of here.”
Edward grabs my hand and pulls me from the stool, leading me through the crowds of people beginning to gather and out into the now chilly night. He hails a taxi, which grinds to a halt with screeching tyres and the scraping of the handbrake, and holds the door open for me. I climb in, arching my back and crawling across the back seat, before settling into the seat with my back against the window so I can pounce when he climbs in.
I let him tell the driver his address before I lunge at him, taking two fistfuls of his hair before I drag my mouth across his neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin. He seeks out my mouth and I let him kiss me, let him explore me with his expert mouth as his hands roam my body.
The drive to his apartment is short and Edward pays the taxi driver, climbs out of the car and waits for me on the pavement. I follow him up the stairs to his building, where he punches in a code to open the door and I follow him inside. His hands find my waist as we reach the lift, and he presses my back to the wall. His lips are on my neck, trailing across my collar bone and travelling along my shoulder. His hands are on my hips, squeezing hard and to the point where pleasure and pain collide. And his breathing is heavy, his chest heaving against mine as he closes the distance between us and presses his pelvis into my stomach. I feel him hard and ready between our clothes and before I have time to reach for his trousers, the lift pings and the door opens. Once inside, we stand at opposite sides of the lift, trying to get our breath back as the tension crackles in the space between us. Five floors later, the doors open again onto a floor of only two apartments. Edward pulls out a key card, slides it through the slot on the door and it swings open, revealing a space void of any light.
As soon as I step inside, Edward follows me in and closes the door. I can see nothing except a little moonlight creeping in through the far window, casting shadows on furniture so I can’t make out what anything looks like. All I can see is that it is spacious and minimalist before Edward approaches me from behind, sweeps my hair over one shoulder and his lips find my neck in the darkness. I let him kiss me for a few seconds, cherishing the feel of him on my skin, but remembering everything I had envisioned for tonight I turn around and reach out to touch his chest. I shove him back a few steps until he collides with what I think is a small bookcase and press my body into his.
“Take your jacket off.” I order, and hear him taking it off, while watching his dark figure fumbling with getting it off because of our close proximity.
When he’s divested of his jacket, I make short work of unbuttoning his shirt, and slide it down his arms, hearing it slide down the bookcase and hit the floor.
“Don’t move.”
I step back until I can’t see him and, knowing he can’t see me I quickly remove my clothes, leaving myself in nothing but the fire-engine red thong I wore just for him. When I reach him, he’s waiting in anticipation his breathing loud, and I’m certain I can hear his heart beating out of his chest. I kiss him like I’ve been starved of him. I have; for far too long. Hi chest is hard and smooth as I press my palms to it, rubbing the pad of my thumbs over his nipples, feeling them tighten beneath my touch. He quivers and lets out a moan as I move my hands lower at a slower than slow pace. When I reach his belt, I undo it and slide it through the loops of his trousers, dropping it to the floor and hearing it hit the wooden floor. And then I repeat the process teasing his nipples with my thumbs, pulling them between my thumb and forefinger.
“Ah.” He breathes, jumping as I increase the pressure and feel him harden further between us.
The thought of what’s waiting for me is almost too much as I undo his trousers and they drop to his ankles. He steps out of them with his shoes and I place my palms back up on his chest. Edward pushes his hips into me, his steel erection concealed by nothing more than thin cotton boxers.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.” I whisper, surprised by the aggression in my voice.
“As long as I’ve waited for you, sweetheart.”
The tone of his voice matches mine and I know he’s struggling to let me control what’s happening between us. I almost want to succumb to his charm and allow him to take me how I know he usually would. But I’ve come this far, I can’t go back now that he’s right where I want him.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“Come closer and I’ll tell you.” He breathes and I hear the smirk in his voice. I have no idea what he looks like naked and I’m hoping his bedroom will have some sort of lighting.
Intrigued by his invitation I step closer, pressing my chest to his and lean up on tip toes. In one fluid move, Edward lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He steps away from the shelf and carries me through the apartment.
My back hits the bed so hard I almost bounce back off, but when I look around me there’s a small light in the corner of the room, casting the space in an amber hue and Edward is standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me. Oh, god.
His body is incredible. Hard, defined muscle is encased by smooth sun-kissed skin. And he’s sporting an erection that should only be seen in porn movies. I want this man to ruin me. Fuck control; I want Edward and I want him to take me with the same ferocity I see in his eyes.
“You’ve been a bad girl, sweetheart.” He growls, sliding his hands into the side of his boxers and taking them off.
When he stands I notice his impressive length bobbing under its own weight. I whimper in both nervousness and excitement as he saunters towards the bed, the mattress dipping as he kneels on the edge and crawls towards me, licking his lips and parting my legs with his hands.
“Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” he asks, the gleam in his eyes telling me he already knows the answer. I can feel it, so I know he sees the saturation my underwear refuses to hide.
All I can do is nod as one side of his mouth curves up into a body combusting grin. Edward hooks him thumbs into my underwear and slides it down my freshly waxed legs.
“Feel how hard you make me.” He grabs my wrist and brings it between his legs.
I grip his steel cock and squeeze, stroking my hand up and down it. He groans in pleasure and slides two fingers straight through my arousal, making me gasp and catch my breath.
“Does your girlfriend do this to you?” I ask, reaching down to take his straining balls in my free hand.
“What girlfriend?” he asks, sliding his thumb over my soaked clit, “it’s just you and me sweetheart.”
I’m lost to the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands where I’ve craved him for years and the idea that I’m going to rock his world in a way that Abby never could. I’m moaning, crying his name as I work him and he works me and I race towards my orgasm. I’m climbing, building, ready to take the plunge into unexplainable ecstasy when he stops, holds still and slides his finger out of me. I let go of him and lean up on my forearms, ready to take back the control and demand he carries on, but his mouth is on me before I take a breath and he licks and sucks and grazes, devouring me with his mouth. I throw my head back and close my eyes, my body trembling as I climb again. Edward squeezes my hips holding me still as I try to writhe around beneath him and I fall, screaming until my mouth is dry and gasping for air.
“You’ve been calling the shots all night,” he says looking down at me, his mouth glistening, “You want to play Mistress now or are you ready to give in?”
I nod, unable to speak. I can’t move, my body still tremble with aftershocks as he tenderly strokes my clit and leans over me.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes Sir, I’m ready’.”
He roughly turns me over, my stomach on the mattress and leans over me. His cock teases me entrance as he leans over and bites my shoulder. I cry out as the pain hits, but he soothes the area with tender kisses and works his way down my back. When he reaches the dimples at the bottom, he slides off the bed, telling me not to look. I keep my face turned into the pillow, my eyes shut as I wait for what happens next. When Edward returns, he strokes something silky along my back and I shiver. Then the silk is being wrapped around my rest and I’m being bound to the metal bed frame.
“Does it hurt?” he asks and I shake my head as I test the restraint.
Edward surprises me by tying another silk material, no doubt one of his ties around my eyes, knotting it at the back.
“Can you see?”
I shake my head again.
“Sorry?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I feel Edward climb back onto the bed, his hands quickly return to my now drenched sex and I moan as he slowly works me, using one hand on the bottom of my back to hold me still. He leans down, snaking his arm underneath me and lifts me so I’m kneeling, my hands still tied somewhere near the bottom of the bed frame. I want to lift my head and watch him behind me, but the tie covering my eyes means the only thing I can do is feel what he’s going to give me.
Edward strokes his cock along my entrance, spreading my arousal, whispering how much my body turns him on and how much he loves a woman who knows what she wants. And then he teases me with the head dipping into my sex and I try to push back and take him, but he holds his hand at the bottom of my neck and now I can’t move.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
Before I can answer his questions his hand rains down on my behind and he plunges into me. I cry out and bite the pillow, my eyes watering and the blood pumping in my ears, along with my cries of ecstasy and Edward’s growls of pleasure. Every thrust cuts me deep, melts my core and ignites every nerve ending. I’m on fire; giving myself over to sensation and taking everything Edward is giving me. I come hard, my body burning and trembling beneath fingers that dig into my hips and a rhythm that only Edward controls. He continues his relentless pace, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the tightening of my body again as I imagine what Edward looks like kneeling behind me and riding me the way I’ve always wanted him to. He grips my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulls me into him, creating a wave of euphoria that has me screaming my climax and begging him for something, anything. He thrusts into me a handful of times before freezing, holding me still and finding his own release. Edward collapses on top of me, both of us flat to the bed, and supports his weight with trembling arms. When we’ve got our breath back, he slides out of me before lying down next to me and pulling me into his chest. I snuggle into him, committing the smell of Edward and sex to memory.
“Will you stay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
All I can do is nod as sleep takes over. I’m relaxed and sated, and for the first time in over two years I don’t dream of Edward. There are no dreams that could beat that reality.
~
I wake up in the morning with a killer hangover in a room with sunlight streaming in that doesn’t smell like home. When I realise that it smells of the best sexual experience on my life, I lie with my eyes closed and recount the events of last night, which are now a little fuzzy. I wish I wasn’t so drunk when we had our first time together. Edward stirs next to me, wrapping his arm over my stomach and I open my eyes to see him sleeping.
But the man next to me isn’t Edward. He has the same build, but the auburn hair and thin lips are the first giveaway, with the fact that I knowthis isn’t the man I’ve been dreaming and fantasising about. I slide out from beneath the strangers vice like grip and sneak out of the bedroom, my body running on pure adrenaline from the shock of what’s happened. I enter the living area of what is clearly a hotel and find my clothes in a pile where I removed them in the dark last night. I dress quickly, switching to autopilot so I can’t smell or feel the strange man I gave myself to and sneak out of the room.
How did this happen?
I leave the hotel picturing Edward tucked up in bed on this Saturday morning with his real angel. He didn’t come looking for me; he didn’t leave his girlfriend to find me and have his way with me the way I wanted him to.
I vow in that moment as I exit the hotel and make the walk of shame along the road to avoid the stranger waking up and finding me, that I will never drink again. I don’t know how much of last night was real and how much was a alcohol induced delusional hallucination, spurred on my sexual frustration and jealousy.
Edward found his angel. Maybe it’s time I give up on conquering Abigail’s Edward and work towards finding my own.
Comment from AJ Walters @AJ_Walters74:
"WOW! That was briliant Becki. Absolutely love the twist at the end. Totally unexpected. Brilliant :)) Loved, loved, loved it...still buzzing at the twist. Excellent :)))"
Comment from Mary White @blessedxbe36:
"That was great! I loved how you trashed her and redeemed her all in one night. You're amazing :)))"
Comment from Stacey Treadwell @StaceyTreadwell:
"Loved thr final 4th part of The Grind! I kinda figured where it was going part of the way through but it still made me giggle XD I guess I was...hoping, for the way she was so vindictive and the way she hated on Abby. Not a bad thing <3d it =)"
It’s amazing how someone you barely know; someone who fails to notice your existence, can change everything. Turn your world on its axis and consume your every thought.
Edward. I know nothing about this man. No last name, no occupation, no small talk the day I screwed up his coffee and blew my chance. That man is my muse, my obsession, my everything.
But he chose innocent Miss Abigail Henderson. A girl who has very little to offer him, nothing to keep him interested and every chance of screwing up more than coffee. She used to blush at the mere mention of sexual encounters and now, as the images of them in the coffee shop and in the restaurant where they didn’t even recognise it was me serving them, I think about what we would be like if I was the girl he focused all of his attention on. There’s no doubt that he could teach me things, with that sexual prowess and the ability he possesses to bring out the tigress in those such as his precious angel. But I could teach him a few tricks of my own.
I would have him telling me how much of a bad girl I am, while begging me to let him ride his wave of release. I would scrape my nails down his chest, tickle his arousal to its peak with the strands of my hair brushing his groin. He’d be beneath me, writhing around, desperate for my permission to touch me.
But right now, I’m sitting in my tip-paid rented apartment, the bottle of vodka one shot away from being empty. My many intoxicated nights of fantasising about my Edward have provided the best dreams and most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
And I’m going to do something to make my dreams reality. If Edward is as bored as I think he is - I’m convinced that Abigail lacks the ability to keep him interested - then I think he’ll be out on the prowl. Looking for someone who could put Abby to shame. That girl is going to be me.
I toss the Glen’s vodka bottle aside, watching it clatter on the wooden floor and roll under the adjacent sofa, stand up and make my way to my bedroom. My hair is provocatively tussled from raking my hands through it every time I imagine Edward grabbing fistfuls of it; now all that’s left to do is find something to wear. Something that will have him swooning and kneeling at my feet, offering himself to me. I slide a cut off, sheer black top and a pair of tight jeans out of the wardrobe and watch the hangers tumble to the floor, tangling with the pile left on the floor from many nights like this.
I pull my outfit on, the garments gliding across my body, cold to the touch but soon to be warmed from my spiked body temperature as arousal and excitement takes over. And soon to be going cold on the floor of Edward’s bedroom, which I have imagined many times along with the other surfaces in his abode that I plan on christening with him. I doubt Abigail enjoys anything but missionary.
When I’m dressed and my make-up is applied I step outside into the fresh summer air and take a deep, victorious breath, flagging down a cab with one recently manicured hand. The driver takes me across the city before dropping me off outside a bar called ‘Concierge’. It’s a few buildings down from where I used to work as nothing more than a lowly coffee maker, and I know it’s a hot spot for bankers and those who have flown over for business. Edward looks like a banker, and I know this place is known for its ‘perks’, so I step up to the front door and smile as the security men let me in, mentioning something about me being pretty. I don’t care what they think; I know how to wear a pair of clothes and carry myself with confidence. I only care what Edward thinks, and I know he’s going to love it. The reunion, the conversation where he’ll reveal everything he’s wanted to say since he returned to The Grind and discovered I no longer work there, and then the moment when he asks if I’d like to go back to his. I’ll make him work for it, of course, but I’m already excited about seeing the look on his face when I say yes.
I settle onto a stool in the corner of the bar and order a cosmopolitan. I sip slowly on the drink and look around the bar. I can’t see a man in here who isn’t wearing a suit, and while I am flattered by the attention I receive in the short time since I arrived, there’s only one man I’m here to reciprocate that attention to.
And his arrival comes so sweetly, as I drain the last of my cocktail and slide the glass across the bar for the barman to take. Edward is wearing a light grey suit with a black shirt, the first few buttons undone to teasingly reveal a chest dusted with dark hair. My god, he looks better than I’ve ever dreamt him looking. And much better than he did in the restaurant, now sans the dirty blonde than clung from his every word and limb. His green eyes sparkle in the light of the bar and my insides flutter as I imagine those worldly eyes raking in my appearance as I stand naked before him. He stops just inside the entrance, slips his hands into his trouser pockets and looks around, assessing the prey no doubt. But what he doesn’t know is I’m the predator, and I’ve already secured my target. I slide off the bar stool and subtly adjust the cleavage that peeks out from my top, and make my way over to him.
He spots me before I arrive, his gaze turning from slightly animated to something dark, his eyebrows furrowed, his head turned down. Recognise me now?
He takes a step towards me and then another, and in a few short strides of those incredible legs he’s standing in front of me, unashamedly looking down my top. My insides flutter under his gaze and the fire that only he can ignite begins to burn deep within me. Maybe he never forgot me. Maybe he just had to keep up appearances in front of his date so she wouldn’t whine with jealousy, threatened by someone who can give a man like Edward what he needs. Maybe he just watched me from afar, wishing I was the one he called angel; my body quivers at the mere thought of him assessing my body.
“Good evening.” He smirks, lifting his eyes to mine.
“Good evening, Edward.”
His eyes narrow. He didn’t expect me to recognise him. He’s just revealed a hint of self-doubt; a vulnerability I can use to my advantage.
“Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”
He raises his arm and gestures for me to head to the bar first. I smile and step in front of him, exaggerating the sway of my hips as I walk, knowing he’s watching me; I feel my body burn from the lust radiating off of him.
“What are you drinking?” He asks, choosing to stand next to where I sit on the stool, his elbow leaning on the bar and one ankle crossed over the other.
I cross my leg, drawing his attention to my body once more. He licks his lips and a whispered growl rumbles in his chest as he almost glares down at me. Edward has fire, a dangerous edge to his sexual urges and it spikes my lust in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Cosmopolitan.”
I’m tempted to order a ‘screaming orgasm’, but the only time I plan to order something like that from him is when he’s asking me how he can please me.
Edward orders our drinks, my sweet cocktail and his mellow whiskey. The perfect combination, just like us.
“No girlfriend?” I ask, taking the straw between my lips and hearing him gasp as I suck a mouthful of my drink.
“Not tonight, baby.” He rasps, clearly affected by my lips.
“Baby?” I raise an eyebrow, “I prefer Angel.”
“Oh, you’re no angel, sweetheart.”
He can say that again.
“What’s your name?”
Oh, we’re playing that game are we? Ok, I’ll take the bait.
“Just stick to sweetheart.”
He purses his lips and nods his acceptance, before downing his shot of whiskey and calling to the barman for another.
We talk a lot about nothing for most of the evening, the jazz music crooning from the speakers, Edward joining in with singing along to a few of the songs as he questions me about where I live, what I do in my free time and why I didn’t say hello if I recognised him before.
“I guess I was waiting for you to find me.” I answer honestly, buzzed from the alcohol and ignited from finally getting to do this with Edward, “Maybe you should have weighed up your options all those years ago.”
“I’m starting to think that,” he replies, reaching out to take my hand and bringing it to his lips but not letting my skin touch his plump, warm mouth, “Only an idiot would let you go.”
“You’re here now.”
Stick that, Angel. All thoughts of Abigail are immediately slashed when Edward’s lips brush the back of my hand, pressing light kisses along each knuckle and then each finger tip before nipping my index finger and releasing my hand. My head is swimming, my pulse is racing and if I wasn’t sitting down I think I’d be on the floor. I vowed to stay in control, to control him, but the lightest, most gentle touch of his lips is making me second guess everything.
No. I won’t give up my control. Edward chose someone over me, and I will punish him for it, using his body to take revenge by using it to extract my own pleasure. The fire in my stomach is back as I imagine all the things I could do to this man. What I will do to this man, because there is no doubt that he wants me as much as I want him.
“There are a lot of things I could do to get the idiocy out of your system.” I say, reaching out to touch his stomach through his shirt.
He tenses beneath my touch, and I almost rip his shirt open there and then in front of the other customers. The pent up frustration of wanting Edward for more than two years is running away from me; the thoughts running through my head like a montage.
“You want to get out of here?” he asks, stepping towards me and settling himself between my legs.
His hands reach out the short distance and he runs his fingers up and down my bare waist. My body erupts into goosebumps and I inhale a short breath, unable to suck enough oxygen into my lungs. My head spins and I sway in my seat. Edward steadies me by cupping my face, and although I see it coming, nothing could prepare me for his lips on mine. Our mouths collide and I take the control back, taking his bottom lip between my teeth, biting hard enough to extract a moan from him, before snaking my tongue into his mouth and tasting the whiskey and desire. I slide my hand round the back of his neck and hold him to me as I explore his mouth and he seems to submit to my attack easily and without resistance.
I pull back, pressing my forehead to his, out of breath and turned on beyond description.
“Yes. I want to get out of here.”
Edward grabs my hand and pulls me from the stool, leading me through the crowds of people beginning to gather and out into the now chilly night. He hails a taxi, which grinds to a halt with screeching tyres and the scraping of the handbrake, and holds the door open for me. I climb in, arching my back and crawling across the back seat, before settling into the seat with my back against the window so I can pounce when he climbs in.
I let him tell the driver his address before I lunge at him, taking two fistfuls of his hair before I drag my mouth across his neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin. He seeks out my mouth and I let him kiss me, let him explore me with his expert mouth as his hands roam my body.
The drive to his apartment is short and Edward pays the taxi driver, climbs out of the car and waits for me on the pavement. I follow him up the stairs to his building, where he punches in a code to open the door and I follow him inside. His hands find my waist as we reach the lift, and he presses my back to the wall. His lips are on my neck, trailing across my collar bone and travelling along my shoulder. His hands are on my hips, squeezing hard and to the point where pleasure and pain collide. And his breathing is heavy, his chest heaving against mine as he closes the distance between us and presses his pelvis into my stomach. I feel him hard and ready between our clothes and before I have time to reach for his trousers, the lift pings and the door opens. Once inside, we stand at opposite sides of the lift, trying to get our breath back as the tension crackles in the space between us. Five floors later, the doors open again onto a floor of only two apartments. Edward pulls out a key card, slides it through the slot on the door and it swings open, revealing a space void of any light.
As soon as I step inside, Edward follows me in and closes the door. I can see nothing except a little moonlight creeping in through the far window, casting shadows on furniture so I can’t make out what anything looks like. All I can see is that it is spacious and minimalist before Edward approaches me from behind, sweeps my hair over one shoulder and his lips find my neck in the darkness. I let him kiss me for a few seconds, cherishing the feel of him on my skin, but remembering everything I had envisioned for tonight I turn around and reach out to touch his chest. I shove him back a few steps until he collides with what I think is a small bookcase and press my body into his.
“Take your jacket off.” I order, and hear him taking it off, while watching his dark figure fumbling with getting it off because of our close proximity.
When he’s divested of his jacket, I make short work of unbuttoning his shirt, and slide it down his arms, hearing it slide down the bookcase and hit the floor.
“Don’t move.”
I step back until I can’t see him and, knowing he can’t see me I quickly remove my clothes, leaving myself in nothing but the fire-engine red thong I wore just for him. When I reach him, he’s waiting in anticipation his breathing loud, and I’m certain I can hear his heart beating out of his chest. I kiss him like I’ve been starved of him. I have; for far too long. Hi chest is hard and smooth as I press my palms to it, rubbing the pad of my thumbs over his nipples, feeling them tighten beneath my touch. He quivers and lets out a moan as I move my hands lower at a slower than slow pace. When I reach his belt, I undo it and slide it through the loops of his trousers, dropping it to the floor and hearing it hit the wooden floor. And then I repeat the process teasing his nipples with my thumbs, pulling them between my thumb and forefinger.
“Ah.” He breathes, jumping as I increase the pressure and feel him harden further between us.
The thought of what’s waiting for me is almost too much as I undo his trousers and they drop to his ankles. He steps out of them with his shoes and I place my palms back up on his chest. Edward pushes his hips into me, his steel erection concealed by nothing more than thin cotton boxers.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.” I whisper, surprised by the aggression in my voice.
“As long as I’ve waited for you, sweetheart.”
The tone of his voice matches mine and I know he’s struggling to let me control what’s happening between us. I almost want to succumb to his charm and allow him to take me how I know he usually would. But I’ve come this far, I can’t go back now that he’s right where I want him.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
“Come closer and I’ll tell you.” He breathes and I hear the smirk in his voice. I have no idea what he looks like naked and I’m hoping his bedroom will have some sort of lighting.
Intrigued by his invitation I step closer, pressing my chest to his and lean up on tip toes. In one fluid move, Edward lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He steps away from the shelf and carries me through the apartment.
My back hits the bed so hard I almost bounce back off, but when I look around me there’s a small light in the corner of the room, casting the space in an amber hue and Edward is standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me. Oh, god.
His body is incredible. Hard, defined muscle is encased by smooth sun-kissed skin. And he’s sporting an erection that should only be seen in porn movies. I want this man to ruin me. Fuck control; I want Edward and I want him to take me with the same ferocity I see in his eyes.
“You’ve been a bad girl, sweetheart.” He growls, sliding his hands into the side of his boxers and taking them off.
When he stands I notice his impressive length bobbing under its own weight. I whimper in both nervousness and excitement as he saunters towards the bed, the mattress dipping as he kneels on the edge and crawls towards me, licking his lips and parting my legs with his hands.
“Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” he asks, the gleam in his eyes telling me he already knows the answer. I can feel it, so I know he sees the saturation my underwear refuses to hide.
All I can do is nod as one side of his mouth curves up into a body combusting grin. Edward hooks him thumbs into my underwear and slides it down my freshly waxed legs.
“Feel how hard you make me.” He grabs my wrist and brings it between his legs.
I grip his steel cock and squeeze, stroking my hand up and down it. He groans in pleasure and slides two fingers straight through my arousal, making me gasp and catch my breath.
“Does your girlfriend do this to you?” I ask, reaching down to take his straining balls in my free hand.
“What girlfriend?” he asks, sliding his thumb over my soaked clit, “it’s just you and me sweetheart.”
I’m lost to the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands where I’ve craved him for years and the idea that I’m going to rock his world in a way that Abby never could. I’m moaning, crying his name as I work him and he works me and I race towards my orgasm. I’m climbing, building, ready to take the plunge into unexplainable ecstasy when he stops, holds still and slides his finger out of me. I let go of him and lean up on my forearms, ready to take back the control and demand he carries on, but his mouth is on me before I take a breath and he licks and sucks and grazes, devouring me with his mouth. I throw my head back and close my eyes, my body trembling as I climb again. Edward squeezes my hips holding me still as I try to writhe around beneath him and I fall, screaming until my mouth is dry and gasping for air.
“You’ve been calling the shots all night,” he says looking down at me, his mouth glistening, “You want to play Mistress now or are you ready to give in?”
I nod, unable to speak. I can’t move, my body still tremble with aftershocks as he tenderly strokes my clit and leans over me.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes Sir, I’m ready’.”
He roughly turns me over, my stomach on the mattress and leans over me. His cock teases me entrance as he leans over and bites my shoulder. I cry out as the pain hits, but he soothes the area with tender kisses and works his way down my back. When he reaches the dimples at the bottom, he slides off the bed, telling me not to look. I keep my face turned into the pillow, my eyes shut as I wait for what happens next. When Edward returns, he strokes something silky along my back and I shiver. Then the silk is being wrapped around my rest and I’m being bound to the metal bed frame.
“Does it hurt?” he asks and I shake my head as I test the restraint.
Edward surprises me by tying another silk material, no doubt one of his ties around my eyes, knotting it at the back.
“Can you see?”
I shake my head again.
“Sorry?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I feel Edward climb back onto the bed, his hands quickly return to my now drenched sex and I moan as he slowly works me, using one hand on the bottom of my back to hold me still. He leans down, snaking his arm underneath me and lifts me so I’m kneeling, my hands still tied somewhere near the bottom of the bed frame. I want to lift my head and watch him behind me, but the tie covering my eyes means the only thing I can do is feel what he’s going to give me.
Edward strokes his cock along my entrance, spreading my arousal, whispering how much my body turns him on and how much he loves a woman who knows what she wants. And then he teases me with the head dipping into my sex and I try to push back and take him, but he holds his hand at the bottom of my neck and now I can’t move.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
Before I can answer his questions his hand rains down on my behind and he plunges into me. I cry out and bite the pillow, my eyes watering and the blood pumping in my ears, along with my cries of ecstasy and Edward’s growls of pleasure. Every thrust cuts me deep, melts my core and ignites every nerve ending. I’m on fire; giving myself over to sensation and taking everything Edward is giving me. I come hard, my body burning and trembling beneath fingers that dig into my hips and a rhythm that only Edward controls. He continues his relentless pace, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the tightening of my body again as I imagine what Edward looks like kneeling behind me and riding me the way I’ve always wanted him to. He grips my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulls me into him, creating a wave of euphoria that has me screaming my climax and begging him for something, anything. He thrusts into me a handful of times before freezing, holding me still and finding his own release. Edward collapses on top of me, both of us flat to the bed, and supports his weight with trembling arms. When we’ve got our breath back, he slides out of me before lying down next to me and pulling me into his chest. I snuggle into him, committing the smell of Edward and sex to memory.
“Will you stay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
All I can do is nod as sleep takes over. I’m relaxed and sated, and for the first time in over two years I don’t dream of Edward. There are no dreams that could beat that reality.
~
I wake up in the morning with a killer hangover in a room with sunlight streaming in that doesn’t smell like home. When I realise that it smells of the best sexual experience on my life, I lie with my eyes closed and recount the events of last night, which are now a little fuzzy. I wish I wasn’t so drunk when we had our first time together. Edward stirs next to me, wrapping his arm over my stomach and I open my eyes to see him sleeping.
But the man next to me isn’t Edward. He has the same build, but the auburn hair and thin lips are the first giveaway, with the fact that I knowthis isn’t the man I’ve been dreaming and fantasising about. I slide out from beneath the strangers vice like grip and sneak out of the bedroom, my body running on pure adrenaline from the shock of what’s happened. I enter the living area of what is clearly a hotel and find my clothes in a pile where I removed them in the dark last night. I dress quickly, switching to autopilot so I can’t smell or feel the strange man I gave myself to and sneak out of the room.
How did this happen?
I leave the hotel picturing Edward tucked up in bed on this Saturday morning with his real angel. He didn’t come looking for me; he didn’t leave his girlfriend to find me and have his way with me the way I wanted him to.
I vow in that moment as I exit the hotel and make the walk of shame along the road to avoid the stranger waking up and finding me, that I will never drink again. I don’t know how much of last night was real and how much was a alcohol induced delusional hallucination, spurred on my sexual frustration and jealousy.
Edward found his angel. Maybe it’s time I give up on conquering Abigail’s Edward and work towards finding my own.
Comment from AJ Walters @AJ_Walters74:
"WOW! That was briliant Becki. Absolutely love the twist at the end. Totally unexpected. Brilliant :)) Loved, loved, loved it...still buzzing at the twist. Excellent :)))"
Comment from Mary White @blessedxbe36:
"That was great! I loved how you trashed her and redeemed her all in one night. You're amazing :)))"
Comment from Stacey Treadwell @StaceyTreadwell:
"Loved thr final 4th part of The Grind! I kinda figured where it was going part of the way through but it still made me giggle XD I guess I was...hoping, for the way she was so vindictive and the way she hated on Abby. Not a bad thing <3d it =)"
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