03.29.21

Are we ready for a lemon and drama? Can Lemonrama be a word, lol?

CHAPTER ELEVEN - Stop dickstracting me!

CPOV

Carrying her to my room and I put her down next to the bed as our lips never lose contact. We continue to take our clothes off and I'm grateful and simultaneously gutted that she doesn't try to touch me at all.

"I'm clean, I got tested." She blurts out, awkwardly. "And... I'm on the shot too."

Who said responsibility wasn't a turn on?

"I'm clean too not on any shot though."

She giggles and kiss her deeply before pulling back to take stock of her lingerie, which is in complete contrast to the dress she had on.

"You wore this for me?" I ask, pleased at the sight.

"No." She replies indignantly. "I-I… I wore it for my—you know, myself."

"You seem unsure." I take a step closer, grabbing her ass to grind her almost naked body to me and lean in to plant kisses along the column of her neck. Feeling her skin against mine feels so fucking good. "It's okay to admit you wore it for me."

"B-but I didn't." She moans and tries to catch her breath. "I w-wanted to feel sexy f-for myself."

I raise my head and look into her eyes before biting her lower lip. "And now I get to reap the benefits." Her skin is warm and a shiver runs through her body. I love how responsive and vocal she is. "I've been wanting to bite and taste that lip since the first time I saw you do it."

She blinks in surprise but doesn't say anything.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask one more time just to be sure. She shakes her head but I tell I need to hear it and she verbally confirms her answer.

"There's something else I'd like to bite and taste." I smirk while yanking her bra off and lay her down on the bed. She tries her best not to smile but her sparkling eyes give her away.

Taking off her soaked panties, I pocket them and start from one ankle leaving kisses leading up only to abandon the final destination to start at the other ankle. Have I ever been this generous to start with focusing on a partner's pleasure before? Nothing in recent memory comes to mind. Yeah, cause you're a selfish asshole, Grey! Oh well, back to the task at hand out tongue I should say.

Her breath comes in short pants as I move closer to pussy and her body begins to arch off of the bed. I've barely done anything and she's already ready to come? I smile at the thought. Planting a small kiss at her center she cries my name out for more.

I lick her slowly, over and over again till she's at the brink only to stop. Her thighs are now trembling as I hold them in place. "How long has it been baby?"

"Um… t-too long...over a month." I raise my head to look up and see her eyes screwed shut in embarrassment while mine almost fall out of my head. He denied her for that long? What a piece of shit. I'd never let her go more than a few hours without an orgasm. Moreover, I can't wait to demonstrate it.

"We're going to make up for it then." With that I devour her, reaching up to feel her perfectly sized breasts and teasing her further while her body establishes its own rhythm in time with everything I do.

Orgasm one is accompanied with an earth shattering cry and her body almost leaping off the bed—a sight and sound that was even more beautiful than I had imagined in my fantasies. Her second orgasm courtesy of my fingers inside her in combination with my tongue teasing her clitoris, results in her begging me to stop but I'm just getting started. We have all night, baby.

I could tell that she had been denied in more ways than one. Her experience was that of inexperience— a result of being with only one man or a boy in this case who was most definitely only concerned with his own pleasure.

Anastasia deserves to be worshipped and I would humbly submit myself to the task.

Submit, another interesting notion I was willing to explore with this blue eyed beauty splayed out for both our pleasure. To think that this was the most democratic I'd ever sought to have been in a sexual setting surprised me.

With her body in the midst of coming down from her second high, she covered her face giggling as I moved up to kiss her lips.

"What's so funny, Miss Steele?" I asked, amused at the sight. She removed her hands and shook her head.

"Nothing, I've just never experienced that so—"

"Never?" I ask incredulously, what the fuck? He never went down on her? A limp dick and a limp tongue?

"I mean, I've never experienced two orgasms back to back like that." She clarifies, a little embarrassed.

Smirking at the delight of having given her a first, I tell her what else is in store. "You're about to have a third one and fourth one if you can handle it."

She giggles but eyes me speculatively as well. Wasting no time I lean in to kiss her fully. I'm hard as a damn rock now and if I don't fuck her soon, I'll lose it. She helps me take off my pants and startles when her hand finds my cock to stroke it.

"That is… um." She swallows and looks back up at me giggling, shaking her head. "Not legal."

Oh baby, it's perfectly legal. I give her a sly smile as I run the tip against her folds. It'll be good baby, don't worry. She closes her eyes and tries her best not to moan. Finding her entrance I slowly slide into her only to hiss at the tightness that I find myself surrounded by.

Did he ever fuck her? She's tight as a… but she's not a virgin. Right?

"Fuck, you're tight." I grunt and she cries out at the intrusion. "Did I hurt you?"

"I just need a minute." Her words rush out as she tries to breathe slowly. We look at each other and I feel her walls start to relax around me but she's still such a tight fit. It feels like heaven.

She bites her lip again and moans with her eyes closed, her body shifting slightly and I take it as a sign to move which I do, very slowly, kissing and consuming her. The need to savor this is too great and I'm already at the precipice of losing all control and embarrassing myself. She whimpers with each thrust, wrapping herself tighter around me with her legs and her hands in my hair. We're fighting to hold each other in place while trying our best to also find the freedom to move. The push and pull is constant and fuck, if isn't the best situation to find yourself in.

"Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you." I've missed those blue hues and have quite literally dreamt of them this past week.

They flutter open but she struggles to focus as her body is now inching towards her orgasm. I angle myself slightly and I know I've hit the spot when she practically screams out my name with her head thrown back as she continues to become impossibly tight around my cock.

How could anyone ever leave her? This body? Well, she's mine now. Completely mine—in this moment and soon, forever.

Yes, I want this woman for forever. I need her.

I increase my speed and intensity and she mewls. "Christian please, I'm so clo—ahh!."

"I know, baby. Cum for me." I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, biting hard that her body goes rigid and she comes, pulling me too that I completely lose myself inside her.

Holy fuck. That was a holy fuck. Who said vanilla was boring?

You assumed it was, Grey. Nothing with this woman could be boring, that's for sure.

I feel turned inside out. Soul bared, vulnerable and yet sated beyond relief.

So this is what intimacy and peace feels like? Complete calm.

"I'm never letting you go." I whisper into her neck and she hums in contentment, with a soft giggle against my ear.

APOV

My body is sated and humming, like I'm floating in the open water as the clear sky above me shines bright. A memory of summers in Montesano when we'd swim in Gaia's backyard pool fills my mind and I'm broken out of my trance with the reality of my life and situation comes back into view, crashing in and tearing everything around me.

What the fuck am I doing?

You're such an idiot Ana. I don't do random hookups. I'm not emotionally equipped to handle shit this intimate with someone I barely know and who probably considers me just another notch on his bedpost.

You know how they say never go to the supermarket hungry?

Well, never spend time alone with a gorgeous and annoying Billionaire while you've been sex starved because your lady dick takes over and ruins your life.

Good job, Ana. Ya hoe!

I scramble and mentally try to retrace our steps in an effort to locate my dress without having to walk around the room naked for too long. Thankfully we're lying across the width of the bed so when I get up, my feet immediately land on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He asks in surprise.

"I'm leaving." I say, thankfully finding my bra and dress immediately, which I quickly throw on to myself. Morning classes at WSU helped with less than one minute dress ups. I'm a professional.

"What the fu—why?" He's confused. Same here, buddy.

I avoid eye contact and grab his jacket from the floor to find my phone. Yes! Found it. Next, shoes and well since I can't immediately find them, screw the panties.

Parting gift, Fiona Apple style.

He stands up and moves closer to me.

"What the fuck are you doing Anastasia?" Now I can hear anger but I maintain my effort to not look at him as I maneuver myself to wear my shoes. "I'm speaking to you."

I huff out and finally face him. Ugh! Why do you have to look like that? He stands in front of me, naked as the day he was born. My entire torso hurts from seeing his carved and chiseled abs. If I look any lower I will combust again. The huge and illegal dick is pure magic—but I cannot be distracted by it. FOCUS, STEELE.

"This was a mistake. I don't do— I shouldn't have done this. This is not who I am."

He scoffs. "Oh really, then what kind of person are you? The kind who spends years on someone who treats you like shit and barely satisfies you?"

Tears prick my eyes. "Why are you so fucking mean to me?" He blanches and for a second looks contrite I think but I have had it with his constant ridiculing. "By the way, I broke my NDA too except I didn't tell Kate that you had a hooker in your room that night. I said you were really nice and helped me and that I thought you were maybe eccentric but you…" I lose my breath and take a moment to find my bearings.

"You told your brother about something private, something I shared while I wasn't in my right mind and you made fun of me, so much so that he thought it'd be hilarious to tell two strangers about it and god knows who else he's told and you're still using my fucked up situation against me for entertainment and insults with no regard as to how heartbroken I am. And now I've done this stupid, stupid thing, that's completely out of character for me... AND FOR FUCK'S SAKES WEAR SOME FUCKING CLOTHES." I shout and cover my eyes like a damn five year old, trying to calm myself in hopes that I can disappear or something.

I WANT MY RUBY SHOES. My eyes are now burning and I'm trying my best not to cry.

I feel his hands around my wrists as he gently pulls them away from my face and soon I'm against the wall again.

His expression is impassive but his eyes bore into me as my own finally find focus after blinking away tears.

"You don't like me without clothes?" He teases with a sinful smile.

I roll my eyes. You are so exasperating. "I need you to... I— privacy, don't you…" I growl in frustration again at my inability to utter a complete sentence around this man.

I'm an English Literature major and I can't properly tell this man to cover his nether regions because nudity makes me uncomfortable.

Not uncomfortable, Ana. HORNY. You're a confused and horny hoe right now. It's okay, just admit it.

He leans his body against mine and my skin heats up, making my breathing slightly erratic. "I've seen you naked, tasted you, fucked you with my tongue, fingers and cock. I think we're both past the point of privacy."

I open my mouth, determined to say something but of course fail and he looks amused. Why is everything that he does, so hot? He cradles my face and traces circles on my cheek with his thumb, while wiping away stray tears.

"I didn't make fun of you when I told Elliot what happened. I said you were heartbroken and funny and yes, I gave examples."

"You told him I had an ugly dress." I croak.

"I told him you were beautiful and an ugly dress was forced on to you." He plants a tender kiss on my lips. "Also, you were the first to say it was ugly. I just agreed with you, I can't be faulted for that. Honesty is the best policy." I narrow my eyes at him and he pouts, quite adorably.

Ass.

"And the reason I talked to him in the first place was because I needed some advice. But he has a habit of turning everything into a comedy special on his own and as for teasing you and what I just said, I…" He pauses for a beat and nods. "I suppose I did cross a line and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Anastasia."

He sounds sincere and I nod silently but am unable to tear my eyes away from him.

"Why did you need advice?" I whisper, now feeling him hard and ready against me. I shouldn't compare but Jose was a one and done kinda guy with barely any presence compared to this fine specimen, so this all feels alien. Not that I'm complaining.

"Because you're beautiful, beguiling, innocent, hilarious and as of recent infuriating and stubborn as fuck. I'm intense and sometimes overbearing. I didn't want to scare you away. This is also very new to me—wanting more with someone."

I swallow and try to muster up as much confidence as I can while also trying to make sense of his confession.

"You are very overbearing but you don't scare me. You just piss me the fuck off."

"Oh I know that." He smirks and lifts my one leg to wrap around his hip. "But I also turn you on which means we get to have fun with all this." He pushes into me and I moan, my body instinctively arches with my eyes rolling back. He kisses me softly, over and over, pausing every now and then to look into my eyes while slowly thrusting and taking full possession of me. "And you taste so sweet baby. So. Fucking. Sweet." He punctuates each word with a hard thrust and my body builds to the familiar peak. "You like it when I fuck you, don't you?"

"Y-yess." I hiss and lose my breath. "Please, Christian!"

Sex has never felt this way, or looked this way. Fuck, it's never sounded this way either. I hear him grunt and moan into my mouth and I'm completely lost in this sensory overload.

7 years of bad sex, that's what I had. Especially compared to what happened and is happening right now.

Everything with him feels like the first time, how it should've always been. My vision blurs but everything looks rich and bright as it does, like a kaleidoscope. The only things in focus are his movements, his voice, touch and his eyes. The warmth that envelops me feels like finding the sun after a long bout of a dark winter.

He moves, carrying me and seconds later I'm pinned under him on the bed again while he maintains a slow and hard pace like before only to abandon it and go crazy when I beg him to go faster. He's merciless and all too soon, I have my fourth orgasm of the night.

Four within an hour.

Is that even legal?

Must discuss with Kate.

We're a panting mess but he continues to kiss me tenderly while still inside of me.

"Why can't I touch you?" I ask in between kisses. He stops and looks at me and I can see the shutters come down, the look eyes no longer warm but now distant. He breathes out slowly, my hands are still held by his above my head but his grip loosens on them and I suspect he's about to move away. Please don't.

"I will tell you, soon but for now I just want to experience this." He leans down and plants a series of kisses on my neck leading up to my jawline and then my ear. "You did touch me, before…" I turn my face and look at him, wanting to apologize but he stops me. "That morning when I woke up, you were lying on top of me, your face and hand were on my chest and it didn't burn. That's never happened before."

I feel my throat close up with guilt and sadness as tears threaten to spill from my eyes. Burn? So those are burn marks on his chest and someone hurt him. My heart breaks. "I… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry I did that." I whisper, barely able to get my voice out. "i won't do it again."

"It didn't burn, Ana." He smiles and kisses me softly. Finally, he calls me Ana!. "You were sleeping, it wasn't on purpose. You also drooled on me by the way."

I groan and screw my eyes shut in embarrassment before tilting my head up to look behind me. "That's the door to the balcony right?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to go jump off of it."

He laughs, really laughs and it tickles enough to make me laugh too till we're both out of breath and wiping tears from each other's eyes.

"Stay with me tonight, I meant it when I said I'm never letting you go." The vulnerability in his voice makes me ache wanting to know what else lies behind all this.

"Christian, I just got out of something and… I can't jump into— I don't want to get hurt again or hurt you. I don't think I'll ever be able to trust anyone again, like that. Have you seen yourself? You're a walking headache."

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean." I giggle. "Women just begging for a chance to be your one and only. I mean why pay for sex when you could get it for free and easy? They're so many beautiful and smart women out there."

"Because I don't trust anyone." He says firmly with the expression to match. "You're the first woman outside my family and essential staff to step foot inside this place. You're the first woman who's ever been in my room and shared a bed with me, ever. I have never slept with a woman. I did my shit and got out or sent them on their way. I never stayed, I never did this. I never talked to them. I never wanted to until you."

I want to believe what he's saying but the truth is I'm scared. He could literally have anyone so why the fuck would I do this to myself again? Will I ever be able to find peace of mind with someone again after my so called best friends duped me?

"I would never betray your trust. I'm not that kind of man, Ana." I hear the sincerity in his voice but the urge to still run is there, screaming like loud sirens. "Just because I never pursued anyone doesn't mean I don't value monogamy and loyalty. I'd happily spend time proving to you how monogamous and loyal I am." He smirks and I feel him twitch inside me. How is this even humanly possible? My body responds automatically, all lit up like a firework display and ready for his viewing pleasure.

But the voice of reason wins again and I'm glad I hear it.

"I still need time." It's the truth and I mentally kick myself for a barrage of reasons but I'm interrupted.

"Then can we at least start getting to know each other?" I give a small nod and his answering smile is so breathtaking that I begin to mirror it too. We fall into a slow rhythm again and he takes his sweet time drawing out the experience that when I finally do fall apart around him, I'm trembling and a complete scattered mess.

"It's never been like this." I struggle to speak in between pants. Never has it felt like the world was crashing around me in a good way.

He chuckles, trying to recover himself as he pulls out and lies next to me. "Me neither but I know it's always going to be like this and it will only get better."

I turn to look at him and I see a promise in his eyes that he intends to keep.

CPOV

I had requested Gail to be on call for the morning this weekend. I'd rarely ever asked her to do it in the past but I had no real idea how last night was going to go. Needless to say it was a welcome surprise and relief. Sweet fucking relief.

Ana fell asleep almost immediately after I'd convinced her to stay the night. I watched her like a creep but was I really one? She was sleeping next to me, in my arms and most of all willingly. She sleep talks and none of it makes sense but it's a joy to watch nonetheless. She really likes to cuddle which alarmed me at first but then when I woke up this morning, I found myself completely entwined with her, her back to my front as I held her tight, not wanting to let go.

Carrying the breakfast tray back into my room, it's close to 10am and I know I should let Ana sleep but I really want to spend time with her while she's actually awake.

It's clear she doesn't like waking up since she gives me every excuse in the book while pulling the duvet over herself, hiding her face under the pillow and the age old 'two more minutes'

"You made breakfast?" She asks in complete surprise, trying to desperately to cover herself before sitting up and not blush in the process.

I've seen you completely naked, why the hell are you hiding? Still, it's fucking adorable to watch. Well fucked, bed hair and flushed cheeks. Miss Steele is a sight for sore eyes like this.

"That depends, what do I get if I say yes?"

She giggles and shakes her head. "Nothing, it was just a question about what other skills you possess but I have a feeling you didn't make this."

"We both know what kind of skills I've mastered." I smirk. "But you wound me, Miss Steele… can't I get points for deciding the menu and bringing this over?"

She laughs and shrugs before taking a bite of the pancakes.

"It's just a little odd, no one's ever brought me breakfast in bed."

"No one?" I don't intend to sound shocked but still. It's not like you have ever done it for anyone yourself, Grey. On occasion when I was sick which again was rare, Mom, Mia or Gail have brought me meals in bed.

She shakes her head. "I've been surrounded by people who suck at cooking all my life so if we were going to survive someone had to step up… but I like it. I'm used to doing things for myself."

"Well, I'm glad to be your first."

"Taylor is a very lucky man." She says before taking a sip of her orange juice. "Cause I'd kidnap her for myself."

I laugh. "Well, I'm the reason why he even met her so he should be fucking grateful."

She eyes me curiously. "Everything in the end is about you isn't it?"

"Yes it is." I reply shamelessly and she rolls her eyes. It makes me smile but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to spank that ass when she does it.

She gives me a smile but doesn't talk much after that and I get the sense she's still shy or unsure which bothers me a little but I try to remember Flynn's words of advice and just give her time.

"You're very quiet." I observe. "Is something wrong?"

She swallows and looks back at me nervously. "You know all this stuff about me and I don't know anything about you except your name, what you do and that you've got a mouthy brother and well I guess about your other interests that involve hotel rooms."

Ah, the missing piece of the puzzle.

"Well, it's safe to say you know the most damaging parts about my life." I joke. "My brother is a liability as we can see so I'll definitely need to have him taken care of. As for the other interest you mentioned, well, I'm no longer interested in all that since I found out I can save money now."

She giggles and shakes her head. "I guess rich people are cheap too."

I lean across and plant a kiss on her lips.

"No, I'm just redirecting my resources into an investment that will yield a better return." To make you mine and give you anything your heart desires.

"Even if that investment is run by a drunken raccoon and an angry badger?"

"Especially, if it's run by them." I chuckle before kissing her again.

When I tell her I have a change of clothes ready for her, she shuts down a little and expresses her discomfort at the situation. While my usual go to would have been to tell her that it doesn't matter that I have a shit ton of money, my conversations with Flynn about my encounters and assessment of her made it very clear that my wealth was an issue and that it was up to me to change her viewpoint on that.

I had to be cognizant of the fact that we came from different backgrounds. I had to play up the intention of why I did things rather than focus on the value of said thing. If I downplayed the idea that it cost me nothing, I was essentially going to devalue the gesture as well. If I wanted to be with a girl like Ana, I needed to change the way I thought about material possessions and by the extension how my words could affect the perception of my actions.

However, when she pissed me off and stood up to me, I realized I had a tendency to lose control and forget all that shit. So now was my chance to really work myself and see what I could do. Last night was a clear example of that, actually this entire week was. I came on too strong but hell this girl could hold on her own and that excited me.

"I wanted you to have fresh clothes, that's all." I reply to her query of why I got them. "Or I have a fluffy white robe that you can use. Honestly I'd prefer that, easy access and all. It's up to you really."

Her lips twitch as she tries her best to suppress a smile. "You're weird."

"I've been called worse."

I help her up and show her to my ensuite bath. Lose the sheet already, I want to see you… fuck that, I want to be inside her. Of course she's shocked when I tell her I'm taking a shower with her—I ain't missing a chance for shower sex. I've got my own list of cherries to pop—I don't get it, she's sexy as fuck and she has zero confidence. That fucker really shattered her self-esteem or I guess never built it up.

I try to start something, just to hold me over but she tells me she feels a little sore. Fuck! I overdid it last night, I apologize and help her wash up but the biggest surprise is when she gets on her knees and quite literally blows me out of the fucking water.

A sexy woman with no gag reflex?

I'm the luckiest motherfucker alive right now.

"Miss Steele, you are full of surprises." I growl, pulling her up. She giggles and I kiss her hard before kneeling myself to return the favor.

Maybe I shouldn't have offered her the robe because now all I can think about is that she's naked underneath it and I have business to discuss. She's replying to a text with the biggest grin on her face.

"Care to share with the class what's so funny?"

It startles her and she chuckles. "Nothing, Kate just wanted to know how I am."

"And?"

She shrugs with a sheepish smile.

"Tell me Miss Steele, how did you break the NDA this time?" I tease and she laughs, handing her phone to me.

Kate: Text me the minute you wake up. Want to make sure you're alive.

Ana: I'm alive and so is he, haha.

Kate: Vagina has been reprogrammed?

Ana: Haha, yes. New operating system.

Kate: Bigger is better?

Ana: OMG!

Kate: Atta girl. You were due an upgrade. Hopefully they'll be no bugs with this one.

Ana: Hopefully! I gotta go. I'll see you tonight xx

"I see, so I'm just a means to an end for you?" I feign shock. "And here I thought, you were a lady."

"I thought you were a nice guy but you turned out to be a gossiping queen." She blurts out and then covers her mouth trying not to laugh.

"What did you just call me?"

"Nothing." She giggles and tries to move away but I catch her and pin her to the couch and start to kiss her. She doesn't fight me but laughs throughout. "Stop dickstracting me!"

"Dick what?" I ask, bemused.

"Yeah, distracting me with your dick." She laughs.

"What the fu—that's not a real word."

"But I'm an english lit major so I have command over the language and therefore can create my own words. Like this one, I just came up with it and I think it describes you perfectly. A dictator who dickstracts." She gives me a cheeky smile, scrunching up her nose and I chuckle.

"I agree with that assessment, I now have to remind you who's in charge. Gotta maintain my street cred."

"What street cred?" She laughs. "Everyone thinks you're gay!" My jaw drops and I give her a pointed look but she returns it with an adorable sheepish smile. "Sore spot?"

"From what I know, you're the one with a sore spot." I start to tickle her and she squeals, laughing out loud and trying to push my hands away, begging for me to stop.

Fuck, now I'm hard. Reluctantly, I sit up and adjust myself while she moves to compose her beautifully flushed self as well.

"As I mentioned last night, there is something I wanted to discuss with you." She nods and gestures for me to continue. "It's about Jose and Gaia."

Her face tenses and she looks away. "I don't want to talk about them."

"Well, more specifically I want to talk about Acero."

"You want me to divulge proprietary information?" She glares at me and moves to create some distance between us.

Fuck. Salvage this, Grey.

"No, not entirely—"

She cuts me off and her voice breaks. "Is this what last night was about—a trick? You're using me through sex and talk of some revenge plan to acquire it for yourself?" Tears fall from her eyes.

Fuck, she's pissed but she's right on the money.

I try to remember everything that Flynn taught me. I need to use the right words and maintain my own knee jerk reaction as to not piss her off again cause while I may have been able to dickstract her before, I have a feeling I'll be dickless if I really, really fuck up this discussion.

"ANSWER ME." She roars. "You're just using me aren't you?"

A/N: Damn, damn! Annie is p-a-r-a-n-o-i-d. OOF. Fix this CG!