Taste of You

Chapter 4

Graham's POV

I stayed in my room. To give them space. To stop looking.

But I couldn’t.

Every laugh dragged me back to the window. Every sound of water made me lean closer. And every time my eyes found her- Janessa- I lost myself.

The way her body cut through the pool. The way water slid down her skin. Her curls stuck to her neck and back, her chest rising and falling.

Christ.

“Ten years as a widower, Graham. This is what you have to show for it.” I mocked. 

Nothing had done this to me. Nothing had ripped through my chest like this girl.

I dragged a hand over my face, trying to breathe. But I couldn’t stop looking.

Weak. Addicted.

And then, her eyes flicked up. Straight to the house. To my window.

My chest stopped. Did she know? Could she feel me watching?

I jerked back, heart pounding. But seconds later, I leaned forward again like a fool. Like I couldn’t survive without seeing her.

One of the girls floated close, leaning in, whispering against her ear. Janessa laughed, head tilting, lips parting.

My jaw locked.

And then the girl kissed her.

Right there. In front of everyone.

Heat shot through me so fast I gripped the curtain. I almost stormed out like a man possessed.

Janessa froze for a few seconds. Then she laughed. And kissed back.

Kissed her back!?

While the girl’s hands roamed.

“Yoo..”

“You go girls.”

“Dayumm.”

“Such a cute couple.”

Everyone whistled and cheered, while I burned alive.

My lungs felt crushed. My pulse hicked wildly.

What was she doing? Why was she letting someone else touch what I- God-what I wanted?

She smiled against the girl’s lips, and my body broke apart. 

I wanted to drag her out of that pool. I wanted to throw every single one of those girls out of my house. I wanted to be the one doing the kissing.

Yeah. I said it.

Instead, I stood there, fists clenched, blood rushing so loud I couldn’t think.

And then, before I could even breathe again, she was climbing the high springboard with some others, bouncing like she didn’t care.

I noticed she was too close to the edge. She was going to fall!

“Janessa!” I barked when I saw her slipping.

My body moved before my head caught up. I was out of my room, down the stairs, through the crowd. 

She lost her balance, and I caught her- arms locking around her before her head hit the ground.

“My God, Mr. G- you saved me!” Her voice shook against my neck as she opened her eyes. Hands gripping my shirt.

The girls squealed. “Nessa, he’s your hero!”

“Relax, Mr. Caldwell, she’s fine,” someone teased.

“Join us Mr. Caldwell.” 

But I wasn’t listening.

I couldn’t look away from her eyes- wide. Bright. On me like no one else was there.

"Be careful Janessa.” I whispered.

Even though my chest heaved and my arms stayed around her longer than I should’ve. She felt small. Fragile. Mine.

“I am, Mr. G.” She grabbed my biceps, steadying herself.

Too much was going on in my head…and body.

I set her down on a chair, and tore myself away before I did something reckless.

***

Later that night, I couldn’t sleep.

Every second replayed.

Her mouth on that girl. Her body pressed to mine. Her voice calling my name. Her trembling.

I paced my dark room, fists tight, cock hard and aching. 

“Get a grip Graham. Control yourself” I tried to calm myself, tried to breathe.

Nothing was working.

Then my door clicked open. Footsteps. Soft and Excited.

Her.

I knew it was her before I saw her. Her scent hit me first, soft and sweet, curling straight into my chest.

She walked in, silk nightgown brushing the middle of her thighs, ass raising the back up. 

“You girls!" she squealed, chatting carefree like her friends were here. Until she looked up.

And saw me.

Shirtless.

“Oh.” Her lips parted. 

Her eyes dragged down my chest, then snapped back up. She swallowed, glancing around.

“Sorry, Mr. G. Wrong room.”

But she didn’t move. Didn’t leave… not immediately.

We stared at each other. 

My breathing was rough. Hers fast. The air was too tight, pulling us together whether we liked it or not.

Then she shifted. I moved first. Quick. Eager. Closing the gap until I was right in front of her.

“Is there a problem, Mr. G?” she whispered, soft, but teasing.

I didn’t answer. 

I let my thoughts consume me- and pressed my mouth to hers, pinning her against my wall.

“Ah” Her gasp melted into me. Her lips opened, and my tongue slid in. 

She met me with fire, kissing me back hard. Hands clutching my chest like she’d waited for this as long as I had.

She was sweet. Addictive. Dangerous.

I deepened the kiss, rougher, hungrier. 

“Hmmm.” She moaned into my mouth, and my control snapped.

My hands slid down, gripping her round ass. Squeezing. Pulling her flush to me. 

“Ahhh.” she sighed when my cock pressed against her stomach through the silk.

I lifted her. 

She wrapped her legs around me, already grinding. Damn. My head fell back, a growl breaking out of me.

“Fuck, Janessa.”

She tugged my hair, lips finding my neck, sucking. I slammed her harder against my wall, eating her mouth until we were both breathless.

I dropped her, but only so I could fall to my knees.

My mouth found her skin. Kissing from her feet up. Slow. Worshipping. I slid her gown up and her thighs parted.

“Mr. G-” she moaned.

“Don’t call me that,” I rasped, looking up at her. “Not now, Mr. G wouldn't do this.”

Her eyes went wide, lips parted, chest heaving.

She placed one hand on my head and one on her pussy. I kissed higher. Her calves, behind her knees, her thighs. Her hip. The edge of silk.

And then my mouth replaced her hand when she began to touch herself. 

“My God, Jesus Christ!” Her moans made my body stand at attention.

I sucked on her pussy. Finally tasting her arousal as my tongue slid over her and darted into her hole.

“Fuckkk.” I groaned against her, devouring. 

She was so intoxicating. Her cries filled the room.

“Place your thighs on my shoulders.” I ordered and she did.

My mouth worked her until she shook. She tasted so fucking good that I wanted to drown in her.

“Grahaaam. Shit. Oh my Fuck. Graham!” 

She gasped my name over and over, thrusting against my face, pulling my hair.

And I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I was gone. 

Voices drifted outside the door. We froze, breath ragged, our moans dying into muffles.

“Didn’t you say it was this way?” a girl’s voice asked, hand rattling the knob.

Janessa’s eyes shot open- panic flashing through the haze. I pulled her close, chest to chest, hearts pounding in sync.

The doorknob turned.

Our eyes met- wild, breathless, undone.

And then the door began to open. 

Shit! Too late.