The Bucket List (9 page)

Brett lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing the folds of her wet pussy along his length. She moved her hips up and down, pressing into it until she was shaking.

“Damn, baby, you keep that up and I am going to explode on both of us.”

He laid her down on the bed. She wasn’t even sure how they got there.  He unraveled her legs and moved down to her breast, taking one dark berry into his hot mouth. His lips covered her entire areola. Grace’s back arched and she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Yes, Brett…ohhh…”

He released the hardened nipple with a pop and blew air over it. Goose bumps broke out over her entire body. He mercifully moved to the other, giving it the same focused licks and sucks as his hand drifted down her body. He moved to the side and looked down at her pussy. They both watched as his fingers slid right in. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillow. He began to work her as he suckled her breast. Her orgasm took her by surprise when he hooked his fingers inside her.

Eyes open, she screamed his name as she pumped her hips and clutched the bed with one hand and reached down to grip his long shaft with her other hand. She pumped him hard. She heard him growl as he pumped his hips in her hand for a few strokes, eyes closed. 

He quickly pulled out of her grasp. In one swift move, he was no longer beside her but on his knees between her legs. She was spread open for him to see, his cock mere inches from her saturated sheath. And from the way he licked his lips, he liked what he saw.

“Are you on the pill or do you want me to use protection?”

Shit, she had gotten so worked up, she had forgotten to even think about protection. Thank goodness she was on the pill but she wasn’t sure about Brett. She didn’t think he would put her at risk but protection was a best practice.

“Use protection, for now.”

Her breathing was choppy and uneven. She thought he would pout or try to talk her out of it like her last boyfriend but he didn’t miss a beat. He leaned down, kissed her passionately, then got up quickly, located his wallet and pulled out a condom. He stroked himself as he rolled it on. Damn, his cock was a thing of beauty. He was back on top of her and pushing inside of her trembling body in a heartbeat.

“Lord, have mercy!” He grunted as he pushed fully into her. 

She could feel his body trembling. Shoulders bunched and strained as he pulled out and pushed back in with such force, she had to put her hands against the head board to stop from hitting her head against it. He hissed through his teeth and then leaned down and captured her mouth in a blazing kiss that left her breathless.

Brett alternated between deep thrusts and several shallow thrusts that kept her on the cusp of her third orgasm of the day. Her body squeezed his girth. She wanted more of him. She moved her hands to his shoulders as she moved her hips to meet his, thrust for thrust.

“Fuck! Your pussy feels so good,” Brett grunted as he pulled out a little and grabbed her ankles.

He held her legs straight up in the air in a V and slammed into her with such force she literally saw stars. She placed one palm on his stomach, feeling his taut abs flex with each thrust.

“Come on, baby, come for me,” Brett commanded in a raspy voice that sent chills down her spine.

She never believed women could come on command, but apparently her pussy had a mind of its own and understood the request perfectly because it coiled up and constricted with such force she went deaf for a moment. This was incredible. She felt like she was leaving her body and experiencing it as an observer hovering above them. She saw her face frozen on a silent scream, short fingernails deeply embedded in his butt cheeks, as if she had poked holes in marshmallows. Her legs were damn near touching her head as he thrust in what seemed like slow motion once, then twice, and then he threw his head back, shouting her name with a mixture of triumph and exultation. She continued to hover above the lovely, passionate scene wishing she could take a picture of the raw surreal-ness of it all. 

A crack like a gun shot went off and she was back in her body looking into his beautifully contorted face, feeling his hot seed flood the condom, warming her womb like a compress against the spasms of her inner walls. He grunted, and her world seemed to be tilted on its axis. Their sweaty bodies clung to each other and he held her in a tight embrace, breathing heavily against her neck.

“That was amazing. I feel like I’m off balance, like everything’s upside down, you know.” His big body chuckled and shook above her. She opened one eye and pushed him off her a little so she could look at him.

“What’s so funny?” she smirked, wanting in on the inside joke.

“See for yourself.” He moved off her with an odd, struggling motion. That’s when she noticed it, too.

“Shit!” She exclaimed, looking down at the foot of the bed which now lay on the floor.

They had broken the bed.

She started laughing with Brett who was now in tears, face red. After a while they settled into silence.

“Oooh, you are in trouble!” she snickered as they again started laughing.

Chapter Eight

Brett had never climaxed so hard in his life. His dick actually hurt, he came so hard. It was crazy. When he realized they broke the bed, it became comical.

He’d reluctantly called guest services and explained about the broken bed, then moved to the adjoining room which would have been his anyway if she’d declined his advances. Thank God the hotel was discreet enough not to make a big deal about it.

He took Grace again, more gently in the new bed, but had come with the same gut-wrenching force as the first time. Now he lay in her arms as she caressed his back and hair, murmuring to him things his befuddled mind could not begin to comprehend. It felt so good being in her arms, peaceful and comforting. He finally gained enough strength to roll over on his back, taking her with him. 

“You tried to kill me!” he accused, stroking her hip and thigh.

“Me! You were the one trying to fold me like a napkin. I think I’ve lost feeling in three of my toes.” She chuckled and nipped his nipple. He stiffened and swatted her ass.

“Cut that out! A man can only take so much. I would hate to have to make another call down to the front desk for breaking another bed.”

“Now I understand why the groupies were camped outside your room every night.”

Brett stilled. It was time for him to set some things straight once and for all. Taking her chin in his hand he brought her face up to his so she could look him in his eyes.

“Grace Hughes, from this day forward you are my woman. I don’t give a fuck about groupies. You got that? Say
yes
so I know you got it.”

She looked sheepish, but her eyes never left his.

“Yes. I got that.”

Brett continued. “We both have a past but it’s just that, the past. I don’t want you to ever think that what you experienced today is the norm for me, because it’s not.  I love you, Grace, can’t you see that? I’ve been in love with you.”

Grace’s eyes became glassy just before a tear fell from the corner of one.  She whispered her love to him as she pulled his head down for an electrifying kiss. She was amazing, and she was all his. His heart swelled with pride. Grace pulled back, looking at him with a crooked grin.

“You know we only crossed off six things on my list.” He groaned as she moved to get said list out of her purse sitting on the night stand. Snuggling back into his arms, she read them off.

“Go to Mardi Gras, check. Eat crawfish, double check.” He swatted her bottom as she rubbed up against him licking her lips suggestively.

 “Get drunk off of Hurricane drinks. Well, technically, I didn’t get drunk.”

“You got close enough.” Brett’s tone told her it was not up for debate.

“Okay, Hurricane, check. Show tits for beads.” They both laughed at that one.

“Okay, so maybe we overdid it a bit,” she said with a chuckle.

They both looked over at the dresser in the room. The surface was nearly covered in beads. After their bed-breaking episode, Brett took her out on the balcony to bask in the cool night air. They were shocked to see strands and strands of beads had been tossed on their balcony while they were at dinner. Apparently they’d become popular since their little show. People were still tossing beads up on their balcony in fun, and some had notes attached asking for an encore.

“Well, hell, it is Mardi Gras,” he said as he let his hand skim her hip. She pressed closer to him, rubbing her thigh on top of his.

“…and, have a one night stand, check.” She finished on an exhale.

“Well, technically speaking, this isn’t a one night stand because you will be sleeping with me every night from this day forward.”

He expected some lip from her. He knew she could get indignant when she felt like her choices were being taken away from her. To his surprise, she moved right on down to the next item on the list and checked it off.

“Have sex in public.”

“Hell, I didn’t even see that one,” he muttered as he nuzzled her neck.  He could feel his cock stirring to life again. He removed the list and pen from her hands.

Grace chuckled and reached up to kiss him. As he was getting into it, she wiggled out of his hold once more and wrote down a few things, then checked them off.

 “What was that?” he asked curiously. She read off the newly penned item.

“Break a bed while having sex, check. Find the love of my life, check.”

“Yeah, that position is now filled so you can take that sign out of the window.” His mouth kicked up with a cocky grin.

Grace allowed the list to slip from her fingers and flutter to the floor where it lay abandoned, while the sound of a growl and a squeal could be heard from the bed above.

G
YNGER

Trademark Acknowledgement

The song
Dreams
is written by Stevie Nicks for Fleetwood Mac’s album Rumours in 1977 for the Warner Brothers label.

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G
YNGER
F
YER

Gynger describes her writing as spicy and hot, just like the ginger mint tea she loves to drink. Her goal is to write stories which set fire to her reader’s imaginations. She readily admits to “thinking too much.” Taking any topic or story and asking “what if…”

She willingly admits she is a study in contradictions.  She straddles the fence between subtly and sassiness, sweetness and sensuality, soccer mom and sex kitten and so do the characters in her head. She admits these characters are all “on call” within the various lounges of her imagination. One is curled up in a chair sipping a cup of ginger mint tea while reading a book by her favorite historical romance writer. Another is on her lap top “Liking” pics of handsome, half dressed, men and spouting off her opinion to whomever wants it while savoring a glass of blackberry merlot and yet another is sashaying about in her black, lacey lingerie, tossing back a shot of Hennessy before she skillfully applies her M.A.C cosmetics, tugs on her blond, Chinese, bob style wig and puts in her removable, gold plated vampire grill!! (Yes, that particular character gets down like that!) LOL!!