The Bucket List (7 page)

He had her on the line, the musky, sweet scent of her pussy drifted out to him and his mouth watered. He pulled his fingers out, causing her to swear like a sailor. He made a mental note to tease her about that later. His baby was like a mad woman in her need.  She released the railing and grasped his arm in an attempt to get back the digits she lost. He smacked her ass and firmly commanded her.

“Hold on to that and don’t let go.”

He placed both of her hands on the rail again. Lifting her skirt, Brett got down on his knees in front of her. He pulled her silky black panties off and she quickly spread her legs. His mouth went to her pussy and he feasted on her, licking her from pussy to clit and back again.

Her hands were in his hair despite his early instruction, and she was fucking his mouth in a frantic race to come. He clenched her hips and held her still as his tongue explored. Her earthy, pungent cream coated his tongue and he lapped it up like a starving man, concentrating on the plumped folds of her pussy lips and the tight bud of her clit, which felt heavy and hard against his tongue.

Her head was thrown back against one of the wrought iron trellises which interspersed the balcony and her legs were shaking. He put one leg on his shoulder so he could get to more of her.  He loved how her fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair. Brett started to fuck her with his tongue, reaching up into her wet pussy as her cream trickled down. She was moving frantically again, and he let her. 

Pulling out, he slammed his fingers into her quivering pussy once, twice, three times. Grace inhaled sharply and lost it. Her cream drizzled down his hand and he alternated sucking her clit and licking around her entrance as he continued to pump into her. Her sheath squeezed him spasmodically. She was fucking amazing. He could live off eating her pussy.

Beads flew up to them tapping on the railing and the cement floor of the balcony. Shit, he had forgotten they were outside. Apparently they had given the people below a pretty good show after all. Catcalls and whistles could be heard from the party crowd below. He quickly stood up and turned his back to the crowd, shielding her. He lifted her in his arms and carried her into their room.

Grace wanted to be embarrassed, but she felt so good she couldn’t even muster up the energy to go there. Her body was still quivering as mini-aftershocks rocked her. She had never had a man do her like that. She thought her college sweetheart had taught her about love-making, but she knew now he had only been playing around during oral. NEVER, EVER had her kitty been attacked and eaten with so much gusto.

The bed dipped and as she opened her eyes, Brett’s smiling face came into her line of vision. He sat next to her, one hand crossed over her body effectively blocking her in next to his hip, as he leaned over with  long strings of purple, green and yellow beads dangling over her.  Brett had a look like the cat that ate the cream. She was going to say something smart but, her va-jay-jay wasn’t having any of it. It throbbed to remind her that there could be more to come if she played her cards right.

“You okay, baby?” His voice was warm, husky and deep, resonating in the room. Had his voice always sounded so sexy?

She smiled, and pushed a thick lock of hair behind his ear. He looked rakishly wicked.

“I can’t feel my legs.” Grace stated, while smiling up at him.

“Damn, I guess I don’t know my own strength,” he said with a cockiness she normally would have called him out on, but he’d just proven he had a right to be cocky so she left it alone.

“Looks like you got your beads and didn’t have to flash your tits for them.” He bent down and gave her lips a quick peck.

“No, I only had to flash my ass. Lord! My mother would have a fit if she knew!”

“You had your back to everyone so no one will ever know.” He placed the beads on the nightstand and bent down for another kiss. Grace stopped him mid-descent.

“Wait a second, I get oral on a balcony in front of thousands of on-lookers and all I get is three strands of beads! Man, this is a tough town.” Brett threw back his head and laughed. Ooooh, she loved that sound.

“There are more beads out there. I just wanted to bring in a few so you could see your mission was accomplished.”

“Oh, well in that case, carry on.” She dragged him back down for another kiss. It was not demanding or soft, just the perfect pressure with a hint of teasing tongue. His lips were full and firm as they pressed against hers. She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.

Her arms went around his neck and she ran her fingers through his thick hair, loving how the mahogany strands flowed through her fingertips. He kissed the side of her face, then her ear and down her neck.

Pulling back, he lifted up the hem of her top, exposing her chocolate mounds, and began to drag down the cups of her black, lace demi-bra. As one plump breast popped out, her cell phone rang. She reluctantly started to move to get it from her bag on the floor. Brett stopped her, lightly holding her down.

“Don’t answer it.”

He lowered his head and latched onto her painfully hard nipple. She moaned, losing focus, until the phone rang again.

“I’ve got to get it, Brett. It could be Tia making sure we made it safe.” She tried to scoot off the other side of the bed, but the phone had stopped ringing.

A satisfied smirk came to his face. He yanked her by the waist and she tumbled back next to him. Lord, he was strong. Before she knew it, he was lying between her thighs, grinding his hard cock into her sensitive clit and assaulting her mouth with his kisses, driving her out of her mind. His tongue moved in time with her own in shared intimacy.

Damn, he was a big man; she felt small, almost tiny in his warm embrace. It was such a turn-on. The fabric of his jeans against her bare pussy nearly drove her over the edge. She wrapped a leg around his waist and ground up against him.

The phone rang again.

“Fuck.” She groaned in frustration. 

Brett’s body shook with the rumbling laughter that always made her toes curl, only this time it was doubly worse. The movement, however slight, was devastating against her clit as she again rubbed herself against the prominent bulge in his pants.

“Damn, baby, I never knew you had such a way with words.”

She muttered what a jerk he was before she pulled his head back down. She was hot and horny and she wanted Brett.  He kissed her briefly and rolled off of her to get her phone. She was so disappointed, it almost hurt physically.

Reluctantly she picked up the phone without checking the display. Whoever was on the line was going to get cussed out.

“Hello.” Her voice showcased the exasperation she felt.

“Hey, sweetie, were you busy?” The confident clear voice of her mother rang over the line.

Her libido was effectively doused in ice water straight from the Arctic.  Like a pendulum, her emotions shifted and she immediately felt guilty for being in the room making out with Brett. Attempting to silence him before he blew her cover, Grace covered the cell phone receiver and mouthed to him that it was her mother.  She hopped off the bed as if vipers were in the sheets.

“Hey, Momma, no…I, um, just got into my hotel room.”

“Oh, well, I was just making sure you got there safe. When you get back, I want to talk to you about your father’s birthday. I was thinking we should plan a trip. I already mentioned it to your sister and she thought it was a great idea…”

Her mother prattled on and on as she sat there waiting for an opportunity to jump in. Finally, getting an opening, she pounced.

“Mom, I think it’s a great idea but can we discuss it later? I need to get settled and then we are going out.”

She was deliberately vague with the “we” since she knew her mother still thought she was going with Tia.

 Her mom would have a southern fried conniption if she knew Grace was with Brett.

Not that they didn’t get along; her mother and Brett had become well acquainted over the years and even more so after her father’s near-fatal heart attack. Brett had been there for her and her family more than their own family, whom they had always been distant with. However, that didn’t mean she would approve of her taking a solo trip with him…or any man for that matter.

“Really?”

Hearing her mom’s skepticism had her panicking. She didn’t want to outright lie, just omit the details a bit.

“Yeah, um…Tia promised she would show me the sites. So…”

That was technically true, Tia had promised to show her the sites. Too bad she wasn’t there to actually follow through.

“Oh, I see. Well, can you be a dear and put Brett on while you and
Tia
go out and see the sites.”

Graces stomach dropped to her knees and her mouth hung open in shock. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she searched and found Brett, who was shaking his head in amusement. In a haze, she extended the phone to him and swallowed hard.

“She wants to talk to you.” Her voice was a mumbled whisper.

Smiling that sly smile, he took the phone and greeted her mother. Grace listened for a full ten minutes as Brett conversed with her mom, telling her how he had gotten them there in one piece and letting her know that Grace was in good hands. She didn’t know what her mother was saying, but there were a lot of chuckles and ‘yes ma’ams.’ 

He eventually handed the phone back to her. She looked at it as if it were a cobra ready to strike and slowly put the phone to her ear.

“Momma.”

“Grace Hughes, stop acting like a child. I’m not going to say anything about Brett.” 

Grace pulled the phone away from her ear and looked from it to Brett, then put it back to her ear.

“You’re not?”

“Baby, you are twenty-eight years old. You are a grown woman. You need to get out a little and have a little fun.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with my mother?”

The chuckle on the other end went a long way in soothing her frazzled nerves.

“Grace.”

Her mother’s voice took on the seriousness she was used to. Grace straightened her spine out of instinct, evoking memories of her semi-rigid upbringing.

“It took my husband having a heart attack for me to realize that life was more than numbers and spreadsheets, getting you girls in the right schools or living a modest and comfortable life. I met your daddy when I was eighteen, and I fell head over heels in love with that man. I won’t waste another moment being practical. We were always worried about you girls, but it’s time that we lived for ourselves. I plan to start by using some of this money we have been saving to make our dreams come true.” Grace’s ears perked up.

 “Don’t go doing anything crazy, I might need a loan,” she chuckled, trying to bring some humor into the conversation before she started to cry. 

Her father’s health had improved tremendously over the past nine months, but it had still scared the hell out of Grace. As if on cue, Brett was right behind her, sliding his arms around her and kissing her neck.  She absorbed the warmth and comfort of his big body before he moved away from her to go into the bathroom. She appreciated the privacy but, even now, missed the fleeting calmness he had provided.

Her mother was still laughing at her joke about the loan. She enjoyed hearing her straight-laced mom laughing. It was such a departure from the woman whom, in her opinion, always held her emotions in check, the mother whom was always practical, somewhat reserved and believed in economy. Now she sounded like a college freshman with dreams of making her mark on the world.

“Grace, life is about having fun and experiencing all that it has to offer. It took me over thirty years to finally understand that. I don’t want it to take you as long as it took me.”

Grace paced the room listening to her mother, and at the same time feeling the slippery glide of her vulva against her clit, reminding her that Brett was only a room away. Her body nearly hummed and vibrated for him. Her mom’s words were so freeing, she wanted to start living, right now. She didn’t want to miss another moment. Wasn’t that what this trip had been about all along? Her misguided attempt at breaking free of her conservative nature…or was it her conservative upbringing? The line had been so blurred, she didn’t know if she was conservative by nature or by unconscious choice.