I started on this chapter last week and tried to get this out last night but my creativity had been sucked dry. I am going to try to get on some sort of updating schedule perhaps once or twice a week ...Monday and Friday. I can't say enough how grateful I am for you reading, following/favoriting and reviewing. It means more to me than you can imagine. I do hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 13
He puts his arms around me and pulls me close, "Anastasia, since you don't have to go to work tomorrow, and I'm the boss and can go in whenever I want, would you stay the night with me?"
I certainly wasn't expecting that offer, but I'd be questioning my own sanity if I said no.
"Yes, I would love to stay. I don't have any clothes, though, and I certainly can't sleep in this." I point to my skirt.
"I have plenty of t-shirts you can sleep in. I can have Sawyer go by your place and pick up some clothes if you don't want to go home in this." He grins and runs his finger down the front of my shirt pulling at the buttons.
"Let me call Harper or Kate, see who's home and ask them to pack me something." I step out of his hold to find my cell phone. I first call Kate but get her voicemail. I call Harper and find she's at home.
"Hi, can I ask you for a favor? Would you please pack an overnight bag with my pain pills, brace for my foot, a pair of my Levi's, my favorite gray Ralph Lauren V-neck t-shirt, my black flip flops, toothbrush and some underwear?"
"Well hello to you too sister. What's going on and why do I need to pack an overnight bag? Where's the sleepover? How is work? Are you with Christian?" Jesus fucking Christ she's a complete askhole.
"Harper, I am at Christian's, and that's where the sleepover is, work sucks donkey balls. I'll fill you in on that later, but I will say that I'm no longer employed at Bain. Please don't tell mom and dad because I haven't spoken to them yet." She's a fucking busybody, but if I ask her not to do or say something, she's got my back. I trust Harper with all my secrets, not only because we're sisters but she's my best friend.
"Why are you sleeping at Christian's place?" There's a few seconds of silence. "Oh, that was a dumb question, huh?" She giggles.
"Have you been drinking Harper?" I'm thinking she isn't by herself.
I look over at Christian, "Is Keegan with Harper?" He nods. How does he even know that? I haven't seen him checking his phone. He walks into his closet to change his clothes, so I wander into the bathroom.
"Harper, I don't know anything is going to happen. I know I want it to, but we've not really broached that subject tonight." I whisper as quietly as I can. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of sleeping with the beautiful piece of ass that is Christian Grey.
"Can you please get a bag ready, Sawyer will come get it."
"Yepper. It'll be ready. Have fun. Want to have lunch tomorrow, we can catch up. I miss my sissy."
"Sure, but Keegan is not invited. Just us, okay?"
"You got it. Call me before you come home, I'll be ready." She's full of shit. She will not be ready.
"Thanks. See you tomorrow." I hang up and walk back into the bedroom. Holy fuck, he's changed into jeans that are leaving nothing to the imagination. He's definitely dressed to the left, that much I know. The white t-shirt clings to his body like a second skin. I want to see this man naked something fierce.
"Harper is going to get my bag together so Sawyer can go whenever he's available."
He pulls out his phone and sends a text to Sawyer, I assume. I stare out at the beautiful view from thirty stories up, and I feel strong hands on my shoulders, and I lean back into his safe embrace.
"Will you play something on the piano for me?" It's clear that I'm not very graceful nor am not very talented or athletic either. That reminds me when I tried softball when I was in junior high. It was disastrous. We looked great in our uniforms and don't get me started on the hair and makeup. However, despite looking fabulous, our team would get our asses kicked every single game. The game would end in the fourth inning because of the ten-run rule. Once I hit the ball and started running the bases; well I missed second by a little bit and was running home. Everyone kept yelling at me to go back, so instead of running from home back to third and then to second, I just decided to say fuck it and I cut across the pitcher's mound to second base. In my defense, no one actually told me you couldn't do that. Of course, I was tagged out and big surprise…we lost the game. Our season ended 0-12. Organized group activities aren't really my thing which is painfully fucking obvious, right? I've already told you about my cross country running experience so it should be crystal clear I certainly lack the athletic gene.
Christian leads me to the kitchen where he grabs a bottle of wine and two glasses. Shit, just what I don't need… more liquid courage. We go to his music room where sits down at the piano and I take a seat on the comfy brown suede couch. He begins to play, and I am mesmerized watching him. Watching his hands. God damn those hands. He's not wearing shoes, and his feet are sexy as fuck. He plays beautifully, and it's quite unexpected. I sit quietly drinking my wine and fantasizing about what could actually happen with me up on that piano. Remember the sexy as fuck scene in Pretty Woman when he hoists her up on the piano. Now that's what I'm talking about.
He stops every so often, and we talk about random shit. He tells me corny jokes making me laugh to the point of snorting. I find out he's quite the trivia buff, and he definitely knows his shit when it comes to business. I glance at the clock and see it's just after nine. I could use a pain pill right about now but it will be lights out, and I'm not ready to sleep yet. He motions for me to come sit next to him. I grab my wine and hobble over. He startles me when he grabs the wine glass and puts in on the floor and spins me around so I'm straddling him. He pulls me close, and I'm pretty sure that's his big cock I feel under me. Holy mother of all that is holy that thing is never going to fit, I just know it. He kisses me hard, and it sends a message straight to my vagina. I don't know what that message is, but I'm not about to start an argument over it. His hands are on my back but slowly making their way to my ass. I grab hold of his hair, causing him to moan. He stops kissing me and pulls back a little.
"Anastasia, can I ask you something really personal?" I have no idea where this is going so I hesitantly answer.
"Okay, sure."
"How experienced are you when it comes to sex? I mean...well umm have you." I stifle my laughter because I don't want him to be any more embarrassed. Fuck that, I'm the one who should be embarrassed. It's not every day you have a conversation divulging intimate details of your sex life even if they are nonexistent.
"I'm going to stop you right there mister. I can see this is hard …Oops, wrong choice of words." I snicker.
"I see you are out of your element so I will just lay it on the line so you know what you're dealing with. How does that sound?"
He lets out a big sigh, "Thank you. I just don't want to push you into something …"
"Christian, it's fine, really. Honestly, the most I've done is kiss a guy. Let's not forget all that dry humping you and I did also. That pretty much covers it. Oh…Mike Dodd felt my boob once in tenth grade, but the more I think, it was probably an accident. I was standing in line to order food at the homecoming assembly, and when I turned around, I smacked into him. He put his hands up and well…one found their way to my boob. He just stood there looking at me like how dare my boob jump into his hand." I am laughing now. "It's one of those you had to be there kind of moments."
"Let me ask you something Christian. Have you ever deflowered a virgin?" I don't think he has, and maybe that's why he's nervous.
"Umm, no I can't say I have. I just don't want you to have unreasonable expectations. I've seen plenty of chick flicks, and that shit isn't real, you know. Guys can't just reload every five minutes and go at it for hours on end."
"Really, you can't fuck for hours. Well, forget about it. That's a deal breaker for me." I say with every ounce of seriousness I can muster. I love fucking with him, it's too easy. The look on his face is priceless. We stay still for a minute, and I can't hold it in anymore, and I bust up laughing.
He smacks my ass, "Anastasia, that is not very nice. You're very naughty."
"The naughty things in my head could scare a porn star." His looks over his glasses.
"I said that out loud didn't I?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Not sure why I'm surprised by what bounces around in your head, but it's always unexpected."
He picks me up, "Enough piano for you. Let's go see a man about an overnight bag, shall we."
He carries me into his bedroom and sets me gently on the bed. I'm eyeballing my bag but he beats me to it and brings it over, and I start rummaging through it. I see everything I asked for except pajamas. Harper's subtly is not disregarded.
"Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes, I will need to borrow a t-shirt, though. Harper forgot to pack my pajamas."
"Okay, just grab one out of the second drawer," He says and points to his chest of drawers.
I take off the hideous boot and put on my brace. Still not sexy but it's better. I wonder if he'd be up for a bubble bath with me. Is that too weird, I mean we've not even seen each other naked. It just seems like a good starting point. What the fuck am I talking about, I have no fucking clue where are a good place to start is. Maybe it's just me who's weird about stuff like this.
"Hey, Christian. Do you have any bubble bath?"
He pokes his head around the doorway, "Hmm…I don't know. Check in the cabinet, if I do it would be there. Do you want to take a bath?"
"Why, yes Einstein I would like to. You can stay if you want but those clothes have got to go." Everybody is somebody else's weirdo.
He strolls into the bathroom and leans up against the sink and fold his arms. He watches as I continue looking for the bubble bath.
"You want me to take a bath with you?" He is standing next to me, and he reaches for the top shelf and pulls down a bottle.
"Yes, but I just don't want you to have unrealistic expectations of a virgin." He laughs and tosses me the bottle of bubble bath, "Start the water smart ass, I'll be right back."
After I figure out how to turn on the water, I pour out the yummy smelling bubble bath. I go get my makeup case; I need to take off my makeup and brush my teeth. I pull my hair up in ponytail. I'm in serious need of a haircut. A few minutes pass and I'm doing my thing at the sink when I hear laughter. I turn around and see Christian pointing at the bath.
"Oh fuck me. I think I might have put too much bubble bath in."
"You think?
Christian turns off the water, "I think there's more bubbles than water, Anastasia. How much did you use?"
I hold up the bottle. I now realize I dumped a third of the bottle in. Oops. Word to the wise; more is not better when it comes to bubble bath. He puts two towels on the warmer and starts to take off his clothe. I'm standing there staring at him like he's the alien sex. Jesus fuck, I'm as nervous as a short nun at a penguin shoot. It's just a naked man, Ana. Yeah, a naked man whose sergeant shlong you want in your hoo-ha. A naked man you're falling in love with. A naked man …well you get the idea. I know my face is turning red so I turn away.
"Anastasia, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, you have a beautiful body. I plan on being naked a lot with you so you better get used to it."
This coming from a man whose body doesn't have an out of fat and has seen countless women naked. I watch in the mirror as he takes off his jeans and boxers. Holyfuckinasscrackers! He hasn't turned around yet so the only view I'm getting is of his ass. Oh, I just want to squeeze it like a marshmallow. I know he's going to turn around when he gets in the tub. It's coming any second now… My heart is pounding. Whoop there it is! I let loose of some unintelligible sound and I hear him chuckle as he steps into the abundant bubbles.
"Anastasia, don't make me get out of this nice warm water to drag you in here."
I turn around and begin to take off my shirt as I walk toward the tub. When I reach the side, I balance myself and shimmy out of my skirt. I'm left standing in my bra and underwear. I silently thank the Victoria's Secret gods that I'm not wearing granny panties today. I hesitate, but I gather some courage and unsnap my bra and step out of my black lacy underwear. I swear I heard him groan. He puts his hand out to assist me in. Yeah, that's all I need is to fucking slip and fall in the god damn bath tub, split my head open or worse I fucking drown. I sit down cautiously, and he pulls me back, and that's when I feel it. It being the Louisville Slugger between his legs…it's definitely up at bat but not ready to swing away yet.
"See that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks.
"Umm no." You're such a shit liar Ana.
There's a bit of awkward silence, but soon I relax. That is until I feel his hands wandering south. He's kissing my neck, and I can't sit still so I grab hold of his thighs. The way he makes me feel is indescribable.
"Are you okay Ana?"
"Um hmm." I take a deep breath; I'm so worked up I can't speak. His hands reach his intended destination, and I tense momentarily.
"Is this okay," He asks and continues kissing me, down my arm, behind my ear, along my spine.
"Yes, don't stop," I say, with a tremor in my voice.
I feel his long finger enter the promised land and I've never felt anything like this before. No shit Shirley. He moves it in and out slowly, taunting me. This goes on for a few minutes, and I feel myself contracting…then nothing. He pulled his finger out.
"Turn around baby and put your legs on top of mine. I want to see your face when I make you come."
Thank fuck the tub is big enough to turn my bus around without kicking him in the head or falling face first into the bubble cloud. I'm straddling him, looking directly at those piercing gray eyes, and I can't help but notice he's now ready to swing away. He leans down and kisses me and then moves to my breasts, making my nipples hard causing me to shiver. I grasp his forearms and hold on for dear life. I throw my head back; I'm losing my fucking mind right now. He resumes his torture but is now focused on my clit, rubbing it slowly but with just enough pressure. My forehead is pressed against his chest. He has just enough chest hair to be sexy as fuck but not King Kong like. Thank fuck he's not too hairy. No hairy asses allowed. He'd be getting that shit waxed if he were. His happy trail is not too much either. You know who was a hairy fucker…Robin Williams. That guy was a werewolf reincarnated. Funny as all hell but the hair…ewe!
"Do you want to touch me, Anastasia?"
I nod my head. I watch as he grabs hold of himself and strokes a few times. He takes my hand wrapping it around him. He doesn't let go but begins to move our hands up and down. All the while he's kissing my neck. Good lord this man is massive. My hand is so small that it doesn't go all the way around. I'm going to need to use two hands. Is that even allowed…I mean, who needs to use two hands. That's weird, right? Another disadvantage to being short…little feet, little hands. Obviously, God intended for me to die a virgin that's why he stunted my growth in the tenth grade. Bastard!
He leans back a bit, "You're so beautiful, baby. I love the way you make me feel."
You! What about the way I feel? Holy shit on a shingle I've never felt anything so good in my entire twenty-one years on this earth. Every nerve in my body is firing at once. He lets go of my hand and touches my face.
"How does it feel, Anastasia?" He's putting more pressure on my clit and rubbing faster trying to get me to come. I think I'm close…
"Uh, hmmm. Goood…Ohhhh my fucking god!" I scream out. My eyes are shut tight, and I think I actually see stars. Please tell me this is an orgasm because if it's not …. Jesus Mary and Joe Jonas. My legs are trembling, and I'm gasping for air all the while I have a death grip on his dick. I'm never letting go because if he can do that with only his fingers, I can only imagine what magic he can do with his dick …or his mouth.
"Oh God, Christian. That was…" I can't even speak. I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate. I look up at him, and he's smiling. Smug fucker. I feel his warm lips on mine as we scoot as close as possible. I wrap my arms around his neck, "That was unbelievable, thank you for being my first orgasm," I say giggling.
"I intend for there to be many more, Ana. Watching you come for the first time…God damn, I feel privileged that you chose me. The water is cooling down, do you want to get out and go to bed baby?" A hint of hesitation in his voice makes me question if we are going to go further tonight or if I have to wait.
"Yes, bed would be good. Not to sleep, though, right? I want you to make love to me Christian."