A/N: Again this is a warning... if you do not like the age difference, please don't read. I know some don't and I respect that, so turn around now. Also they will not be waiting till she's 16. And She will want too he's not forcing her... she's only 3 months away her maturity level isn't changing that much. As for Christian getting n trouble he won't. Remember this is work of fiction, it doesn't have to follow the eyes of the law. You don't have to like my story... it's ok... I knew this would be different and that's why i gave warning. If Ana was 18 this story wouldn't work and it would be over already. For those following and favorite thank you and on with the journey... It's going to be hot before it gets cold! NO BDSM and Christian has the same childhood, but no touch issues.
Ana:
I can't believe I'm sitting on Mr. Grey's couch watching a movie with him, while stuffing our faces full of pizza.
When he ran into me two weeks ago, I thought he had to be the hottest guy on the planet. I almost thought he wasn't real. He was too perfect to be real. He touched me and I felt things run through my body that I've never felt before.
Then I find out he's my boss, and not just my boss, but the CEO of the company. I was not expecting that. Kate did tell me to look him up, but I figured what was the point. I really wasn't in the mood to google, old fat farts.
If only I had known.
When I got back to the desk, Andrea looked at me like I was some witch. She told me in all the years she has worked here that she's never heard Mr. Grey laugh. Smiles were very rare and far and few between.
I guess when you staff over 25000 people worldwide, run and take over mulipute of different business, you have to be kind of cold hearted. Wouldn't want anyone stepping on your shoes and taking over.
Let's just say that evening I went home and did something I've never done before. I made myself cum, while thinking of Mr. Grey. I know with my age he would never want me. So I would come home and dream that he did.
After the run in, it seemed like Mr. Grey did everything to avoid me, before he left for Texas. The couple of times I went into his office, he would see me and almost turn his back on me. Wave me to do whatever, and I was gone. I only hoped it was because I affected him the same way he did me.
A girl can dream.
The week he was gone, I missed seeing him. I would doodle on my paper, like any high schooler with Hearts and inside writing Mrs. Grey, everywhere. Thank god for shredders.
Then today when he approached me in the break room, the way his breath hit my neck, I knew then that he wanted me too.
Although, I wasn't expecting him to invite me to his place, or share my story about my drunken step-dad, but here I am. This place is lovely, but you can tell he lives a lonely life. All his success and yet, so alone. I guess money can't really buy you friends or happiness.
He does the fake yawn before putting his arm on my shoulder. The last time someone did that was my first date in middle school. I can't help but look at him.
Who does he think he is, Rico Suave?
He takes my hand and the feeling from the other day shoots down my spine again. I would only be lying to myself if I didn't say I wanted him either
He ends up kissing me. And tells me he wants me
Me?
I work up all my courage and launch myself at him. We're making out. His lips taste better than I could ever imagine. I can feel him getting hard under me, and I can't help but roll my hips.
It's not till his hand finds his way under my shirt that I freeze. My brain goes into overdrive. What if this is the only thing he wants from me. Sex.
What if he's a love them leave them type of guy?
He reassures me that it's not what he he wants me
"I can't tell you how long I think it would last. But, I really want to try. Even if all I can do is kiss you…" He takes my hand and squeezes it.
"You mean that? But what about work, and other people. I mean if anyone finds out you're with a 15 year old. I can't imagine what that could do to you and your company."
Oh, god. What would everyone say about us? Would he get in trouble?
"It could be our secret."
"Our dirty little secret?" I grin.
Because that's hot.
"Nobody needs to know. It's nobody else's business." He tells me. And he has a point there.
He pushes his hand through my hair again, and I relish in his touch.
"Why don't you tell me something about yourself? Maybe it would be good to try and know each other." He kisses the side of my mouth, then the other. "Before we get totally lost in each other."
"There's not much to tell about me." I tell him shyly.
"Tell me anything. Like what's your favorite hobby?"
"I love reading, but also like singing and playing the piano."
"Really? Maybe you could sing and play for me sometime. I happen to play the piano myself."
We start talking about little things. He tells me how he just got his helicopter licence. Also that maybe when he buys his own, he would take me up in it. Because that's not hot, a guy who can fly his own helicopter.
Then, he let it slip that his birthday is on Sunday.
"What do you do on your birthday?"
"I usually work. Never been one for birthdays."
"What about your family? Don't they help you celebrate?"
He shrugs. "They know I don't enjoy it, so they kind of stopped trying to do anything."
"That's kind of sad. Any reason why you don't like your birthday?"
I ask as I crawl into his lap and play with the curls in his hair. I love that it's long enough I can run my fingers through it.
"I was adopted. I didn't have the best memories of my early life. I guess it just kind of always stuck with me, that I really don't want to remember the day I was born." He's vague on his answer, but I let it go. Maybe, I'll make him a cake or something. Since I'll still be here on Sunday.
Well, I hope.
"What happened with your step-dad that you no longer want to go home?"
Well, I guess it's only fair, to return back with the hard questions.
"Like I said in your office. When my mom died, he didn't take it well. He just started drinking and drinking. It's been 2 years now, I don't see it getting any better. He can be nasty when he's really drunk, so I do whatever I can to stay out of his way. I used to look up to him. He was the only father figure I had. But, now those memories of dancing on his feet, and going out for ice cream without mom knowing, are just fleeting thoughts."
"What happened with your mom?"
"Car accident. Speeding tractor trailer pushed her off the road."
We quickly drop the subject and start talking about movies and fast cars. Then soon enough we're making out again, on the couch.
"Does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?"
"I think I already answered that Mr. Grey." I tell him.
"I just want to hear it." He whispers in my ear, before nibbling on it.
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. And you'll be my secret boyfriend." I giggle.
I have a feeling this is going to be a lot of fun.
I'm laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of how things have changed. Christian Grey is my boyfriend. I still can't believe he actually wants to be my boyfriend.
It's still hard to wrap my head around. He's pretty much 23 and I'm 15. In the eyes of everyone, I'm pretty much still a kid. Although, I haven't felt much of a kid since my mom died. I pretty much had to grow up quick, learn to take care of myself. No way the drunk, slurring, stumbling step-father was going to help me anymore.
God, I miss her. I can only wonder what it would be like if she was still here.
After Christian put me to bed, I just have this great need to see him again. I wanted to ask him to stay. I learned so much about him today, and the more I got to know, the more that I liked him. Really liked him.
Fuck it, I'm taking a chance.
I climb out of bed and leave the room. I make my way over to Christian's room and take a deep breath. When I open the door, it's dark, except for the light shining in from the large picture windows and door that leads out to a balcony.
The light shines enough on Christian, who is fast asleep. He looks so peaceful. I crawl into his bed, pulling back the covers and snuggle my body to his. His shirt is off and I can't help admire his strong body. I rub my hands on his chest, and make my way to his six-pack abs.
I notice his breathing changes, and I know that he's awake.
"What do you think you're doing young lady?" He tells me playfully, grabbing my hand, before it makes it to his happy trail.
"I was lonely, and I thought I would enjoy the sites."
"Oh, really?" He smirks.
"Mmm-hmm" I tell him.
"Would I get to enjoy yours?" Letting go of my hand, he brushes his hand around my midsection.
Holy crap! Just do it Ana. Be brave.
I sit up in bed, and slip off my shirt. Even in the low light I can see his eyes bug out.
Christian:
Holy Moses. Her breast are just as perfect as I thought they would be. I roll over and turn on my side lamp, I need to see them better.
When I turn back over she's becoming shy and starts to cover them up with her arm.
"You don't have to be shy around me Ana. I promise to go at your pace. And well, you're are the one that took off your shirt." I wiggle my eyebrows at her. I notice the blush on her face that also spreads across her chest.
I remove her arm covering her breast and admire her perky C-cups. Her nipples are rock hard and it's doing everything in my power to resist sucking on them.
I mean they're begging for it.
"Will you touch them?" She pants.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Lay back." She lays down on the bed, her hair splayed out on my pillow. I put my knees on each side of her and lean my head down so I can kiss her. I let my left hand work up her tight stomach, while my right goes behind her head and through her hair.
My left hand finally reaches her breast, my thumb teases her nipple and makes it even harder under my touch. I move my lips across her cheek, and suck on her neck. She's moaning and whimpering underneath of me.
This is the image I've been picturing for weeks.
"Christian?" She whimpers.
"What baby?" I ask her not stopping my attack on her neck.
"I want you… I'm ready."
She's ready? It was only a couple of hours ago, that she wasn't.
I remove myself from the crook of her neck and look at her.
"You don't have to Ana. Don't feel like you need too."
"I trust you. Please." She begs me as she bucks forward.
"Ana! I don't want you to think that you have to do this. I'll wait. I promise."
"I know. But, I do want you."
"It was only a couple hours ago you weren't ready." I roll off of her, and prop myself on my elbow to look at her.
She grabs the blanket and covers herself up. "So, you don't want me now." I can see the inner battle she is having. She sits up to reach her shirt and I stop her.
"It's not that I don't want you. I want you very much. I'm just afraid you think that's all I want from you. Because it's not. I might not be good at this whole dating thing, but I want so much more with you." I reach up and grab her face and kiss her nose.
"How about this. It's late, why don't we sleep on this for now. And if you still feel the same way in the morning, well…"
"I don't think I'm changing my mind."
I smile at her, I remove the blanket around her and cradle her in my arms. I lay us both back down and relish in the feeling of her breast pressed against my chest. I reach over and turn off the lamp.
I brush my hand up and down her arm that lays on my chest. "Get some sleep, Angel."
She wraps a leg over mine and snuggles her head into my chest. I kiss the top of her head and fall asleep.
I awake the next morning, with Ana still cuddled in my arms. A guy could get used to waking up this way.
I admire her half naked body on mine. I move the hair that has fallen from her face, which ends up waking her up.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Morning." she yawns. She untangles herself from me and scoots herself off the bed. She scurries off the bathroom, and I notice the tiny pair of boy shorts she's wearing.
I rub my hand over my hardened dick. I watch the bathroom, waiting for her to come back out. The door opens and she comes bouncing out.
Well, someone is a morning person.
She jumps onto the bed and crawls on top of me. She puts her hands through my hair and kisses me, her core rubbing against my dick.
"Did you mean it? If I was still ready, you would make love to me."
Not like I could resist her at this point. I can feel her wetness through her panties and my boxers.
"And please don't ask me if I'm sure. Because I am. I want you Christian Grey."
I press her body tightly to mine and roll her to her back on the bed.
"If at anytime you need me to stop. You tell me."
She nods, biting down on that damn lip of hers. I reach down and kiss her, taking her bottom lip in between my teeth, and biting it.
I move my lips down to kiss down her neck, to over the mounds of her breast. I swirl my tongue around both of her nipples before taking one in my mouth. She moans as I nibble lightly on her erect nipples.
Leaving her breast I work my way down her belly. I take a second to peak up and look at her head thrown back.
My nose dips into her sex, she smells as glorious as I thought she would. I take the hem of her underwear and pull it off her legs.
"You still ok?" I ask her. I need to make sure she's ok, because what I'm about to do, I hope, will send her off like a rocket.
"Yes, please touch me." She pants looking down at me.
"As you wish."
I dip my nose into her core, I love the fact that she's all natural. It gives so much more to her innocence. I inhale her scent once again, before dipping my tongue into her folds. She's already so wet for me, and taste even better.
I find her clit and start working that over with my tongue and push my fingers inside of her.
"Oh, god." She moans as my fingers start pumping in and out of her.
"Do you like that Anastasia?"
"Yes," she hisses as my fingers work even faster in and out of her.
I can tell she's close, as I lightly nip her clit, which causes her to cum around my fingers. Her body is shaking and trembling as it comes down from its high.
What a beautiful sight.
I kiss my way back up her body, and reach her lips again.
"I want you to taste yourself." I tell her as I kiss her, my tongue circling in her mouth. "Do you see how good you taste?" I ask as I pull away.
She nods as she licks her lips. I sit back and pull my boxers down. I hear her gulp as my dick springs free.
"Don't worry it will fit. But, if you are uncomfortable or need to me to stop you need to tell me." I tell her. "Promise me."
"I promise." Her voice is low, her eyes still trained on my dick. I reach over to the night stand and pull out a condom.
"Of course you're prepared." I hear her mumble.
I go back to her, and grab her face lightly so she'll look at me.
"Before you, I was just a single guy. You need to remember that. You are not some forgone conclusion. Ok?"
"Sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I can understand. If it was the other way around I would be taken aback too. You still sure about this?"
She nods. "I need to hear it Ana."
"Yes, I want you Christian. Please."
I roll on the condom and hover over her again. I bend down and kiss her again. I pour everything I feel about her into this kiss. She needs to know that I really like her, that's she's not some in the moment fling, that I want her to be mine.
She reaches up and tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me even closer to her. I reach down and line up my dick to her core and gently push myself into her. I can feel her body tense up as I enter her all the way.
"Relax, angel." She takes a couple deep breaths and I feel her loosen up. I still inside of her, until she relaxes completely.
"God,You're so tight."
"Move, Christian please."
I start moving slowly in and out of her. Enjoying the sensation of her. Her eyes are closed tightly as she moans. I rest my head on her forehead, my left hand twisting her nipple.
"Open your eyes. I want to see you."
Her eyes shot up and I'm lost again her deep baby blues.
She wraps around her legs around my waist and it makes it even deeper this way.
"God, angel you feel so good. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."
I pick up my pace, my mouth now sucking on the side of her neck. I feel her tighten up and this time I know it's because she's about to cum. And I'm right there with her.
"Cum, angel." She screams out some incoherent words, her pussy spazzing around my dick, milking me as I cum with her.
After we both catch our breath, I roll her on top of me, pressing her tight towards me.
"That was…" She says as she buries her face in my neck.
"I agree." I kiss her again.
"Can we do that again?" She asks me, grinning.
I think I might of created a monster.
Sunday morning:
The rest of yesterday was spent mostly in bed. If we weren't making love, we were talking or watching a movie. She told me a little more about Ray which just made me more uncomfortable. I hate the fact that she has to go home. I texted Welch and ordered a full background check on him. I don't think he would hurt her, but I need to make sure she's safe.
"Good morning, birthday boy." My girl comes in carrying a tray dressed in a pair of my blue boxers and a silk camisole. She walks over to me and sits it down over my lap.
"Oh, it is a good morning." Ana woke up this morning, giving me an incrideable blow job. I was more blown away by the fact that she didn't have a gag reflex.
She sits down next to me, putting her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. "I want to try and make your birthday special this year. I'm even making you favorite Chocolate Cake."
"You've already made it very special, and one of my favorites."
"I'm glad. I need to go check on your cake." She hops off the bed with one final kiss.
I'm digging in my eggs and hashbrowns when my cell phone rings, it's my mother.
"Hello Mother." I answer.
"I just wanted to call and tell you happy birthday."
"Thank you."
"Are you sure you won't join us for dinner tonight?"
"I can't, I already have plans." I tell her.
"Plans? Let me guess work?" She says disappointed.
"Yeah." No. "I have a huge meeting to prepare for. Maybe tomorrow night?"
"Really?"
Ok, Grey, don't give the woman a heart attack.
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Oh, Christian. That would make me so happy."
"Just don't go crazy just you dad, Elliot, and Mia."
"I can deal with that."
We talk for a few more minutes and we hang up.
I do love my family, they understand the reasons I have not wanting to celebrate my birthday. I think after talking to Ana for hours about it. She made me look at my birthday in a different light. My early childhood might of sucked, I should take that i do have a family now, that cares about me. And would do almost anything to see me happy.
Years with a shrink, trying to tell me that, and all it took was Ana to open up my eyes. I would of gone over today, but, I really want to spend more time with Ana before she goes home this evening.
I finish my breakfast and carrying the now empty tray back out to the kitchen. Ana is dancing around to the radio, icing a cake.
I put the tray down and put my arms around her waist, causing her to jump.
"Hi." She giggles.
I latch my lips to her neck and suck gently. "Hi. You look like you're having fun."
"I like listening to music while I cook. Keeps my mind off things."
"You can dance around my kitchen anytime." I spin her around and have her face me.
"You have some frosting on your face." I tell her before I lick it off her cheek.
"Oh, really?" She lifts the spatula out of the bowl and spreads it on my cheek. "You have a little something…"
"Well?"
She reaches up and starts licking it off my face. "Mmm. I like Chocolate a lot better when it comes off of you."
"Is that so? Well, I like it much more off of you. And it is my birthday…" I grab the bowl off the counter. "I say forget the cake… I think I much rather have you…"
I lead her back to the bedroom, laying her on the bed, and removing her clothes. I proceed to spread the icing all over her.
"Happy birthday to me." I grin. I stand back and stare at her naked form.
"You didn't make a wish…"
"I think my wish already came true." I rid myself of my boxers and devour every inch of her.
Best birthday ever.
Sunday evening:
Ana:
Christian drives me to my house after a full day of activity.
Naked activity.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Angel."
"You need to remember to keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Grey. I'm just back to being your lowly employee."
"We'll see about that." He winks at me, before reaching over and kissing my cheek. "I had a wonderful weekend, and a birthday I won't forget for a long time."
"I had a lot of fun too. It's something that I'll never forget." I feel myself blush.
"Call me before you go to bed." I nod before he leans over and kisses me one more time.
I walk into the house and as always greeted by the smell of liquor. Sometimes I think we have a distillery in here. I guess I didn't wait long enough because Ray is still awake.
"Where have you been?" He slurs as he stumbles over to me.
"With my friends. Like always."
"You know if you're not here, who's going to cook for me."
"I made you enough that should've lasted you long enough. I'll make more for you tomorrow."
"You better." He makes his way back to the couch. "Don't you have school tomorrow?"
"It's summer break remember." I roll my eyes at him.
"You know that's not very polite. I'm still your father."
"Yes, sir."
"Good, then since you're not in school. I'm guessing you're working. I'm going to need your next paycheck then."
"For what?"
"Someone needs to pay the mortgage."
"Isn't that your job?"
"I don't need your smart mouth young lady. It's been spent, so I need you to help out."
Spent on beer and whisky I bet.
He should have enough money between his Veteran's benefits and his pension from his old job, to cover the house and his drinking habit.
"I understand. I'm going to bed now." I tell him and make my way to my bedroom. I pull out the shirt I stole from Christian out of my bag. It still smells like him.
Changing out of my clothes, I slip on his shirt and hop into bed. As I lull off to sleep, I re-think about the weekend and what I gave up to Christian.
I only wonder what the summer will bring.
Guest reviewer Diana: They only have one kid together in 2008. I don't know where you got two... unless you confused Christian calling Ana his girl, and when she said Daddy. But that's because she was on the phone with Teddy. Hope that clears it up.
I think I'll be updating on Thursday. When ever I finish typing up the story, i will then update quicker. This story kind of took on a life of itself. All Flashback till we get back to the time in the beginning... just fyi!
