Up to Cedar Point

Hmmmmm.  Let's take a little break from the girl-talk and Grace Bennett, shall we?  Because, well, because the next segment just didn't get don last night, lol.  My bad.  

Instead I thought we could have a fun little vignette with Grey & Maggie.  This is when they are still first dating.  And Grey definitely has an agenda--which we find out a smidgen more about.

What I like about these scenes is that we can begin to see that Grey is more effected by Maggie than he'd like to admit.  She isn't like the other girls he's seduced--Well, i mean she IS, in many ways, very much the same; she's vulnerble and innocent and naive and totally falls for all his charms-- But there's something about her that gets him a little off his game too, makes him a little less 'perfect', and I'd like to explore that more.

Anywho, enjoy this steamy little scene.  Hope is spices up your Hump Day.

See also the movie theatre scene  (short, sexy, sweet), meet-cute, meet-cuter, and phelan.

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He drove her up to Cedar Point, like something out of the nineteen fifties.  He thought about taking her back to his place, but she didn’t care for his roommate and he didn’t want to cool her mood at all.  Because she was on fire, and she was ready to push their relationship to the next level. 

What he’d done to her at the movie theatre had been the perfect amount of stimulus to tip her over the edge, and now she was hungry and needy and ready to play.

Which was a damn good thing if he was going to win that fucking bet with Phelan.

She was quiet and reserved as he drove, but her breathing was erratic and he knew she was skating that tenuous edge between throwing caution to the wind and regaining her good-girl senses.  Without taking his eyes off the dark, curving, cliff road he reached over and covered her trembling little hand with his large, confident one.  He gave a gentle squeeze to test the waters and when she responded with a much more ardent press around his thumb he grinned. 

He made a pleased sort of sound deep in his throat and easily drew her hand to rest on his solid upper thigh.  He felt her startle and pull back reflexively but he kept his hand over hers, gently but firmly compelling her to remain.  After a few heartbeats he felt her arm and fingers relax and she even kneaded his thigh a little with her sweet little fingers.

Fuck, but this girl was adorable.  Sliding his hand off hers, confident that she’d keep it there, he returned it to the gear shift before flashing her a warm smile. They were getting close to the scenic overlook but he wanted to see how far she’d explore so he slowed up a bit, not enough that she’d notice he was stalling, but enough to delay their arrival at the point.

He allowed his eyes to display his arousal, though not the depth and ferocity of it.  He didn’t want to scare the girl.  He showed her just enough, just the perfect amount to get her heart thudding and her cotton panties a little dewy.

It was difficult to read her big brown eyes in the darkness of the interior, but he was able to see her two front teeth capture the full softness of her lower lip and he felt a muscle tick in his jaw.  Focusing his eyes back on the treacherous road he hoped she couldn’t detect how badly he wanted to feel her mouth on him.

He’d been kissing those perfect lips for two weeks and every time he did, the need to feel them on his cock ratcheted up another few agonizing notches.  He’d even had one of Phelan’s overnight guests suck him off a few nights previous, trying to alleviate some of the maddening pressure his desire for Maggie’s mouth was putting on his senses, but it hadn’t done anything but fuel his hunger.

 The girl had been pretty skilled, and her mouth was a pleasing shape and her tongue performed well, but even as Grey had emptied himself down her throat he’d been thinking of Maggie’s luscious virgin lips, and the temporary relief of climaxing had worn off entirely too soon. He’d lain in bed, after she’d snuck back to his best friend’s room, with another rock hard erection that wouldn’t be satisfied. 

Now, in the darkness of the car he silently lectured himself to keep his cool, to pace himself.  He’d played this game enough times by now to know how to do it right.  And if he wanted her to give it up before the next two weeks were out he’d have to play it perfectly.  A month was not a lot of time to woo and win a virgin.  It was insane, actually, and it had been a stupid bet to take, but something about the way Phelan had taunted him had really gotten under his skin and he’d made the bet without blinking.

One month.  One month from their first date was all the time he had to make this girl fall in love and part her legs for him.  Or else he’d have to break up with her before he got the pay off and watch Phelan move in on her in her state of vulnerability and confusion and hurt.

Her fingers inched closer to where he strained to be free of his jeans and his lips parted in anticipation.  So far in their ‘relationship’ she’d proven to be deeply passionate, shown him that she had fires banked down insider her, but she’d also behaved like the innocent that she was.  They’d kiss, they’d make out for hours, but her hands always stayed unquestionably above-the-belt.  Sure she’d massage hungrily at his shoulders or tangle her fingers in his hair or dig her nails into his back, but that was all very PG, very romance novel, and until tonight he’d followed her lead and conducted himself like the gentleman she believed him to be, like the perfect hero for her little love story.

Because she was in love.  Already.  Head over heels.  Hell, Grey didn’t want to pat himself on the back too much, but he was pretty sure she’d fallen in love that morning he kissed her in the wine shoppe.  She was a romantic and he was more than adept at romance.

But as yet she didn’t seem to quite trust him, not fully, not enough to let her guard down and indulge in the forbidden activities he knew she wanted with all her heart.  That’s why he’d decided to coax her along a bit, why he’d chosen to let her know, by the little stunt he’d pulled in the cinema, just how sexy he found her.  Decided to send the clear and definite signal that he wanted her, when she was ready, and wasn’t entirely that paragon of gentlemanly patience afterall.

And she’d responded beautifully.  It seemed as if he’d made the right guess—that his little virgin wanted to move forward but hadn’t wanted to appear too wanton or loose.  Adorable.

Now her fingers were sliding very slowly but very steadily toward his cock and he ground his teeth together in order to keep from reacting visibly.  She was almost there but unfortunately so were they—to their destination.  Thinking quickly he shifted gears smoothly and kept driving.  In his peripheral vision he saw her head turn to watch the scenic overview move past her window and then he felt her questioning eyes on his profile.

Her hand wasn’t even an inch from finally finding his throbbing erection.  “I know a better place.”  He told her, impressed with the easy tone of voice he managed.  When her hand stayed still for a moment he turned to her. 

Fuck.  She was worried.  She’d felt safe with the scenic overlook.  “There’s this incredible spot up by the winery.”  He told her warmly.  “My uncle owns the place—I’ve never taken anyone, but I thought—“  God women were gullible; he let his voice hitch just a bit and felt, rather than saw, her reticence dissolving.  “I thought I’d like to share it with you this evening.”  He shot her a humble, hopeful glance and her head tilted to the side, her lips parted and she sighed.

“Is it private?” She whispered.  He didn’t answer right away.  It was totally fucking private.  It was this divine little spot on the edge of a small vineyard and the view of the falls was better than anywhere he’d been in town.  It was quiet and secluded, out of view from the main house and the winery offices.  During the day it was just another stretch of scenic access road for the vineyard, but at night, under the stars on a warm Indian summer evening like this?

But he wasn’t sure he could interpret her tone just now, not with his mind so preoccupied by the proximity of her hand to his dick.  He shifted again as the car turned off the main road and began its climb to La Bugia Bella Vineyard on Cedar Ridge. 

“Yeah it’s quiet.”  He kept his answer light and safe.  “It’s a romantic little spot—“  He continued carefully.  “But if you had your heart set on the point—“  he offered earnestly, letting the implied question hang thick in the air.  They both seemed to understand what he was really asking: did she trust him enough yet to let him take her to some secluded spot, far away from help should she need it. 

“It sounds perfect.”  She murmured and her hand finally slid over his shaft.  He closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a full, deep breath.  Her hand was small and warm on him and the gasp of surprise that escaped from her lips at the feel of him under her fingers made him flex in response and he knew, he knew without looking that she’d be nibbling on that luscious lower lip of hers.

He wished he were wearing thinner pants than jeans, but then again, her tentative, instinctive stroking felt so fucking good it might be better to have the heavy material dulling his senses.  Christ.  He didn’t want to come in his pants like a fucking thirteen year old.

“You’re perfect.”  He told her, allowing his awe and pleasure to sound in his tone.

She squeezed in response and answered with a ‘hmmm’ sound that made his lips quirk.  He shifted gears and pressed the car faster.  He wanted to hurry the fuck up and get there so he could do this right.

When she shifted in her seat and added her right hand to the novice exploration it was his turn to bite his lip. He sucked in his lower lip and clamped down hard.  For a moment she had the dilemma of not knowing whether to go over or under his arm where it rested on the gear shift; he tried to accommodate by lifting his arm while she tried under, then putting his arm low so she could try over. 

They met eyes and smiled, silently sharing the joke.  When she found a position that was workable he pushed back against the headrest, trying to relax.  Then both her hands were covering the length of him over his jeans, both hands rubbed and caressed and unwittingly teased him until he felt ready to reach down and free himself from the confines of the pants and let her wrap her fingers around him.

Had she been almost any other girl he might have.  But he wasn’t going to rush this.

He heard her sigh, a thick, shuddery thing, and felt her head come to rest on the side of his shoulder while she ministered to him.  The sweetness and wholesomeness of the gesture sent hot, licking flames over his entire body, head to toe, and he couldn’t control the pleasing shiver that chased them.

“Are we almost there?”  She asked and he was glad she couldn’t see the expression of blank astonishment that transfigured his face for a moment.  Jesus Christ.  After his surprise at her delicate impatience had passed he grinned and rushed to answer her.

“Almost, Love.”  He told her smoothly.

She pressed his cock hard against his leg and it was all he could do not to thrust his hips in response.  “Good.”  She admitted in a fevered sort of tone that made his blood boil.  “I love you.”  She added in a whisper, tilting her head up a fraction to watch his profile.

He was glad it was dark, because he had trouble hiding the reflexive wince at her words.  As quickly as he was able, he smoothed out his features and smiled a warm, fuzzy smile, keeping his eyes on the road so he wouldn’t have to meet hers.  He shifted gears again as they reached the turn-off and he rumbled a pleasing sound deep in his chest.  “I love you.”  He responded.  It wasn’t the first time he’d said it to her.  He’d ‘confessed’ he was falling in love a few nights previous, opening the door for her to admit her feelings for him.  But every time he said it, no matter how he’d like to pretend it didn’t bother him, every time he lied to her it cost him a little something.  “And I love what you’re doing to me.”  He added, because that, at least, he knew would sound perfectly sincere.

She chuckled softly and his body thrilled at the low, intimate sound of it.  Forcing himself to focus so that he didn’t accidentally drive them off a cliff, he slowed the car and finally brought it to rest on a little bluff facing the view of the falls.  Swallowing hard he shifted into park and switched to the parking lights before turning to her and pulling her face to his for a hungry kiss.  Goddammit but those lips were divine.

She made a tiny sound of surprise at having her face captured so possessively but then she sighed into his mouth and began kissing him back without restraint.  He growled a little as he reminded himself to slow the fuck down.  He wound the kiss down expertly, despite her fervent attempts to enflame him further, and he pulled his head back from hers to gaze into her eyes. 

He smiled and she looked pleased and needy and nervous and eager all at once.  He ran his thumb over her lips and she kissed it readily.  Fuck, but she was perfect.  He wished he could teleport them somewhere more conducive to this kind of activity.  As it was, they were going to have to move out of the car if he wanted anything more to happen.  This wasn’t the kind of girl one expected to lean over the gear shift and suck him off. 

“I have the picnic blanket in the trunk.”  He told her smoothly as she flicked her tongue across the pad of his thumb playfully.  Her eyes widened a bit and he knew he was gambling, running the risk of her getting too skittish if he broke the spell and opened the car doors.  But it was a gorgeous Indian summer night, they were isolated from the rest of the world, with a breathtaking view and an undeniably powerful physical attraction to one another.  He was fairly confident he could keep her in the mood—she just had to want to trust him and go with him.  “I think you’ll fall in love with the view.”  He said, and kissed her again, this time in that soft, teasing way that made her hotter than hell.

She nodded and whimpered and he pulled away with a tender smile. “Let’s go sit under the stars then.”  He teased her gently and chucked her under the chin.  He kissed the tip of her nose before pulling the keys out of the ignition and opening his door.  With a chuckle he lifted her hands from his lap and kissed both her palms in turn and then slipped gracefully out of the BMW without another word.