Delicious (A Rumour Mill Novel) (27 page)

           
Guy
lifted each one of Grace’s legs to pull off her booties. Guy massaged the pads
of her feet. Grace moaned. Guy’s strong fingers wrapped around her calves to
pull her to the edge of the bed. He took off his jacket and tie tossing it
aimlessly on the floor. Grace looked up at him coyly.
This time I’m not going to be an innocent victim. This time I’m ready.

           
Grace
lifted herself up his body. She brought her fingers to his buttons on his
shirt. She ripped them off without a care of its expense. The buttons popped
off like tearing open a candy box of Smarties. She kissed Guy’s throat and
neck. She followed her hands down Guy’s chest to his nipples where she gently
tugged. Guy throatily growled. He was stunned by Grace’s eagerness.

           
“Aren’t
we the eager one?” Guy joked. Grace pulled away.

           
“Guy,
if you’re making assumptions that I’ve been with other men, I haven’t. I
haven’t been with anyone else except you.” Grace said sternly. He noticed the
look on her face. He didn’t mean to offend her.

           
“I
know you haven’t Grace. I know you want to please me, I don’t want to rush it.”
Guy assured.

           
Guy
kissed her again and she responded in great arousal. A little hiccup was not
going to divert their attention. Guy unzipped Grace’s dress. He pulled the
dress down over her body and tossed it. Achingly slow and pulse-pounding Guy
removed Grace’s knickers and bra. He threw them on the growing pile of
clothing.
 
Guy added his trousers to the
pile as well.

           
Fully
naked, Grace trembled in anticipation. Guy stared at Grace. He wanted to burn
the image of her beauty into his mind.
I
don’t ever want to forget how Grace looks tonight.
She’s more beautiful than any model or celebrity around.
Tonight Guy’s
going to savour every minute with her.

           
Grace
looked at Guy. His body changed. His chest seemed bigger, muscular, and built.
His abs was tight. Grace saw Guy as tanned. Grace’s eyes followed down to his
boxers. Guy hooked his thumbs into the elastic band pulling them off. His cock
sprung forth like a thick, meaty, baton.
Is
it me or is it longer and thicker than before?
Grace curiously thought.

           
Grace
felt her pussy moisten. The familiar pulse beating in her clit was now
fluttering madly. Guy wedged his knee between Grace’s opened kneeling legs. Guy
grabbed Grace’s arse in his large palms to bring her down onto the bed. Grace
placed her fingers in his hair to help brace her fall. Guy continued to bite
and suck on her neck. His cock felt like hot steel pressing against her barren
sex.

           
“I’ve
waited so long for you.” Guy murmured as his hand reached between them.

           
Guy’s
fingers found the sweet nub of her pussy. He played with her clit, feeling
Grace dampen and buck to him. She felt his hand pull apart her pussy lips and
rub her. Grace pushed forward and upward. Her pussy begged for his fingers or
cock to provide reprieve.

           
“Please
Guy.” Grace mewled.

           
Guy
gave in. Guy slid one of his long fingers into Grace’s creamy tight hole. Guy
nearly came as he felt Grace tighten and release around his finger. His thumb
held onto her clit, rubbing it slowly as she liked it.

           
Guy
moved his lips down Grace’s body. Guy reached her breasts, taking one nipple
between his lips suckling gently. Guy fingered Grace’s pussy. His actions
brought Grace to exhilarating heights. Panting, moaning and squirming her body
into the bed, Grace felt as though she’d never come down from sexual high. She
increased her movements against his hand. Guy felt Grace reaching peak. Creamy dripping
wetness gushed between her thighs. He wanted her to orgasm all over his hand.

           
Grace
felt the sparks of orgasm coursing through her body like an electrical current.
Her toes curled and her fingers gripped the duvet cover tightly. Her womb
quaked in sexual delight.

           
Guy
looked down at his hand. It was wet with pleasure. He brought his thumb to
Grace’s lip.

           
‘Taste...tastes
the nectar I made from you.” Guy murmured gritty.

           
Guy’s
thumb ran the edge of her lip. Slowly Grace parted her mouth to ease her tongue
out to lick salty creamy goodness. She took his thumb in her mouth and sucked.
Through half-shut eyes, Guy watched as his innocent precious Grace suckled. The
vein on Guy’s throat and cock twitched impatiently. Guy wanted to taste Grace’s
pussy.
But it must wait for now...my cock
can’t take this anymore.

           
Guy
lifted Grace’s legs on his shoulders. Her arse lifted off the bed. Guy hover
his body over hers. He pushed his engorged bulbous angry mushroom head into her
trembling pussy. Grace didn’t expect the move. She tightened her grip around
his head
. It feels like a massive
...the
thought left Grace as Guy pushed his cock further. Guy held tight on her legs.
He growled and gruffed at her tight sopping wetness. Grace felt as though she
was being stretch beyond her limit. Grace swore she could feel Guy’s cock
pressing against her belly button.
I
don’t think I’ll survive.

           
“You’ll
survive.” Guy huffed. Grace didn’t realise she said it aloud.

           
Before
Grace uttered a reply, Guy no longer could take the cock-teasing. Guy impaled
his cock into her. No longer was Guy nice or gentle about it. Grace cried out. Tears
trickled from the corners of her eyes. Guy wildly pumped his cock into Grace.
The sensation Grace was experiencing made her cry out in pleasure. The length
and girth of Guy’s cock rubbed against Grace’s walls, ensuring that every inch
was touched by him.

           
All
Guy could hear was a variety of
oohs,
ahhs, yes, please, more, harder,
from Grace. Guy’s balls slapped loudly
against her dripping arse. Guy’s cock wanted deeper. To appease this want, Guy
pulled his cock out, holding it for a brief second. He’d then push his cock
into Grace to the hilt.
 
His head rubbed
the back of her womb.

           
When
Guy did this move Grace pleaded and cried mercy. She clawed at him, trying to
get him to fill her pussy again. The teasing, aromatic smell of sex and Guy’s
hulking body kept Grace wanting more. Guy gritted his teeth as he picked up
tempo.

           
Like
bullets shot from a gun, Grace felt sharp exploding vibrations ricocheting
through her womb. Her pussy clenched around Guy’s cock, demanding to milk him. The
feeling forced Guy to bear down and fuck her hard. Grace arched her hips to him
to get more of his cock.

           
“Oh
god, I’m coming!” Grace screamed. It was without a care if the yacht captain
heard.

           
“I
love you Grace.” Guy roared. The words brought Grace over the edge. Her womb
convulsed and her body shook hard.

           
No
longer attempting to hold back, Guy dug his cock deep into her. His white hot
molten seed spilled into her, coating every inch of her pussy. Gleaming in
sweat, cock pulsing inside Grace, Guy fell forward kissing her all over. She
collapsed beneath him and responded with her own kisses.

           
Grace
held Guy’s face in her hands. She stared into Guy’s glossy chocolate eyes
filled with lust, amour and love. Guy kissed her hard against her lips.

           
“Did
I hurt you?” he asked.

           
“No.
You’ll never hurt me.” Grace replied. Guy rolled off of her body to give her
air to breath. Grace played with the necklace which remained unscathed through
the frenzy.

           
“Guy
I have to tell you something.” Grace said as she lay in his arms face to face. Guy
groaned.

           
“You
can’t be a virgin.” He joked.

           
“No...It’s
not that.” Grace said with a crooked smile.

           
“Guy,
I don’t want to tell you if you didn’t mean what you said when you came.” Grace
added.

           
“What?
That I love you Grace, because I am, I’m in love with you Grace, absolutely
insanely in love with you.” Guy replied kissing her shoulder.

           
“I
love you Guy. I didn’t want to tell you because I’m afraid of you breaking my
heart. All this time apart, I never forgot you and I don’t want anyone else
like I want you.” Grace said softly.

           
“Good.”
Guy said. “I was starting to feel like this was all a bit one-sided. Come, we
should be in London soon. I’m starving for dessert.” Guy added. He noticed the
yacht slowed down to a creep and the river waves splashing against the boat
grew softer. Grace agreed. They rose from the bed and dressed alongside each
other. Guy and Grace returned to deck hand in hand.

As they basked in
the glow of the city lights of London they ate profiteroles, truffles and
strawberries. Guy and Grace drank champagne, laughed and talked about the
love-making they experienced. Guy teased Grace by saying it must’ve been the
diamonds. For Grace it was the whole night that made her desire him.

           
The
yacht cruised along the Thames. They were coming up to the Houses of Parliament
and the London Eye. Grace and Guy stood next to the yacht railing taking in the
sights.

           
“This
is the way I envisioned showing you London.” Guy murmured in Grace’s ear.
“After tonight, I plan on showing you the world. You have to be patient and
realise that I’m a footballer. People will want to take photographs, ask for
autographs and there’ll always be paparazzi. Some people will spread malicious
rumours to see us part. But I promise to always protect you.”

           
Grace
held onto the railing tight. Guy took Grace’s hand to bring her back to the
seating area. There he took out a blue bag and pulled a large scrapbook out.

           
“Look
through this.” Guy said.

           
Grace
turned the pages. It was a scrapbook of Guy. It was filled with chubby baby
faced pictures of Guy, alongside toddler and young boy pictures. There were
pictures of his siblings, but one picture captured Grace, an old shoddy colour
photograph. On a school football pitch Guy, Darren, Gareth, Amanda and Scarlet,
linked arm and arm. They were smiling for the camera. Grace recognised Amanda
Priestly.

           
“She
really is your sister.” Grace said in more of an answer than a question.

           
“That
picture was taken many years ago, before it all went horribly wrong. I’ll never
lie to you Grace and I assure you I’ve never lied in the past. I’ll prove it.”

           
“You
can stop proving yourself to me Guy. I don’t need proof. I only need your
love.” Grace whispered.

           
He truly loves me. I need to stop pretending
I don’t feel the same way about him because I do.

           
Suddenly
the skies opened up, unleashing a burst of heavy rain. Grace squealed as Guy
picked up the scrapbook.

           
“Let’s
get in the cabin!” Guy exclaimed.

           
Grace
followed suit wondering if it was an omen to worry about.

♥

ight glorious weeks later, Guy rolled over
spooning Grace from behind. His alarm went off at 5 AM. Guy groaned in thought
of taking a flight to Tokyo. He had a commercial to film for a Japanese sports
drink. Guy inhaled the fragrant scent of Grace as she stirred in slumber. Grace
didn’t want to wake, but she had to get ready for Delicious.

           
It
still amaze them both how much their lives changed in eight weeks. For Guy the
love of his life was in his bed,
where
she needs to be always,
he cheekily grinned. They spent all available time
together as the Premier season was closing in on them. And if they couldn’t see
each other, they spoke on a daily basis.

The tabloids
quickly picked up the story. Guy and Grace became front page fodder, knocking
out Tamzin and Darren as the ‘it’ couple.
Rumour
Mill
reported on them daily. Grace was adjusting to the constant picture
taking outside of her business or outside of Guy’s flat. There had been a few
occasions when the paparazzi followed her home, but Grace managed to avoid it
by speaking to the police regarding her safety. A notice on behalf of Grace was
sent by her solicitor to
Rumour Mill
asking for them to stop hounding her at home.

As Guy nuzzled his
face in Grace’s caramel ombre tresses he reflected on their first date. Guy’s
cock stiffened in arousal.

 
The rain didn’t dampen the night, it only
enhanced it. In the cover of the interior cabin, Guy and Grace kissed
passionately up against the wall. They managed to find themselves back in the
bedroom where this time Grace pushed Guy hard onto the bed. He fell back.

“I’m in charge
now.” Grace purred moving like a seductive minx.

Excited and
salivating Guy watched Grace performing a striptease for him. Naked, Grace
crawled over to his body. She brought hands to Guy’s trousers, unbuttoning them
and shucked them aside.

Grace climbed over
Guy. She brought the tip of her tongue down to his lips to tease him. Guy tried
to complete the kiss, but Grace pulled away. She wagged her finger no. Grace
continued her own kissing. She kissed his throat, neck, shoulders, chest and
abs. She followed Guy’s happy trail down to his cock which was standing at
attention like a proud male salute. Grace’s hot breath against his skin made
Guy’s cock thick, hard and throbbing for Grace’s pleasure.

Guy fantasised
about Grace’s mouth exploring further. He knew there was a strong possibility
she might not, but then again her actions surprised him. Regardless of his
thought, Guy wanted Grace on
his
mouth. As Guy was about to move Grace’s body over his face, Grace took hold of
Guy’s manhood.

“Grace what are
you doing?” Guy asked.

“Nothing, nothing
at all.” Grace teased.

Grace held the
velvety steel rod in between her forefinger and thumb. She rubbed its’ head stroking
gently. Guy groaned as his head hit the pillow. Grace bent her head over his
cock. A soft flick of Grace’s tantalising tongue against it had Guy grinning.
She licked the rim of his head and the outer edges teasing it without mercy. Guy’s
cock produced tempting small beads of semen for Grace to lick. She savoured the
salty taste of Guy’s pre-come and prior secretions. Grace brought her tongue to
Guy’s testicles. There, Grace lapped at them delicately. Guy’s breathing became
shallow, jerkier and short.

“Good god, girl!
You’re so good at this. Please Grace go further.” Guy groaned.

Guy buried his
palms in Grace’s hair. He loved the feeling of her soft hair wrapped in his
fingertips, it made Guy wickedly horny. With big aquamarine eyes, Grace looked
up from Guy’s groin. She wondered if his cock would fit in her mouth. Her lips wet
from licking and exploring, pursed in thought. Guy looked at her, his eyes
pleading for her to continue. It was all she needed.

Grace led her
mouth to the top of Guy’s cock to swallow him whole. Guy’s abs flexed, his
thighs tightened. Guy’s mind in haze of pure ecstasy. Grace bobbed her head up
and down Guy’s meaty sword. She licked, sucked and savoured each moment.

“Oh Grace! You’re
my girl. No one else.” Guy growled.

A few times the
tip of Guy’s cock hit the back of her throat. It made her gag, but Grace wanted
him deeper.

“Keep going baby.
I love what you’re doing.”

Grace increased
her tempo as his cock pulsed against her tongue. Guy was at his brink. Each
suckle brought Guy closer to coming and he’d be damned if Grace didn’t let him
come in her mouth. Each bob downward caused saliva to drip to his testicles.
Each bob upward Grace would run her tongue around the head whilst pumping it
with her fist. He clenched her hair. He needed release.

“Fuck! Grace!” Guy
roared. Guy exploded ribbons of hot, milky come deep within Grace’s mouth.

Grace felt his
rupture along her tongue. Grace inhaled, forcing her to swallow every drop of
his come. Guy’s hard body convulsed in orgasm. A bewildered look fell over
Grace’s face. Guy chuckled as Grace sat up.

“I wasn’t expecting
that.” Grace said.

“I was.” Guy
replied.

Grace is a tease! An innocent tease at that! Does she know how she
pleases me? Does she know how much I need her? I’m going to teach her things
she has never done before.

           
Guy
rubbed his head. He reached out for Grace. He pulled her into his arms. They
were exhausted.

           
“Let’s
lie down together.” Guy said. Grace agreed.

           
Grace
curled her naked body into his and soon they both drifted off to sleep.

♥

The following morning the yacht docked in
Canary Wharf. A thick blanket of fog came in. The fog created zero visibility.
Guy stood on deck. He couldn’t see the landing, Bentley or people walking along
the bank.

Grace awakened.
Sleepily she lifted her head and reached out for Guy. He wasn’t there. In fear
Grace got up from the bed, grabbing his white dress shirt and placing it on to
search for Guy. She found Guy on deck, half-dressed. Grace came up behind him,
wrapping her arms around his tight waist.

Guy turned
half-way to smile down at her as Grace played with the thick, jet-black, wet
curls on the nape of his neck. The fog curled Guy’s hair.
He looks so sexy.

           
“Did
you have a good night’s rest?” Guy asked.

           
“Yes
I did.” Grace replied looking up at him.

           
Grace’s
hair was dishevelled and loose around her face. Her makeup since worn off,
allowing her natural beauty to shine through. Guy became aroused. It was the
fact that she laid with him all night and looked sexually messy that peak his
arousal. It was wishes come true.

           
Guy
led Grace to the settee. He pulled Grace into his lap. She felt his hard cock
pressing against her bare arse.

           
“Guy,
not now. Someone might see us.” Grace insisted.

           
“How’s
that? The fog is like a thick cloak.” Guy nipped.

           
Guy
pushed her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. His hands ran over the tops
of her thighs, slowly pushing them apart. Surprisingly Grace obliged. She
allowed her legs to drift apart as Guy caressed the inside of her thighs. Grace
felt weak. Her head fell back against his chest. She moved against him, her
pussy was damp and achy.

           
Guy
dragged his fingers to her pussy. Guy part the swollen flesh to gain access to
her sweet rosy clit. Grace withheld her cry. Guy’s finger rubbed Grace
sensitive bud with diabolical pleasure. Grace pushed her back into Guy’s cock
which rested on her bare arse. As he increased his touching, Grace moved her
body against him. He slipped one long hard finger into her sopping pussy. It
made Grace cry out loud. He grabbed her face with his free hand, pulling it to
him and kissing her carnal. Her mouth was open as their tongues duelled in
erotic rapture. She pumped her body on his palm. Grace was desperate to be
filled with his cock.

           
Guy
pulled his shirt apart from Grace’s skin. He grabbed a hard pink nipple,
tweaking it between his forefinger and thumb. Grace felt her pussy become
incredibly wet. Her walls quivered.

           
“I
want you, Guy. I want you now.” Grace muttered.

           
“You’ve
got to wait.” he replied throatily.

           
Grace
rubbed herself madly. She was nearing orgasm.

           
In
a sudden turn of events, Guy stopped teasing her. Guy lifted Grace up to sit
her arse down on the table before them. The damp air and cold wetness of the
table made Grace wince.

           
“What
are you doing?” Grace asked her eyes wide.

           
“Nothing.
Nothing at all.” Guy repeated the same sentence Grace said the night before.

           
Guy
pushed her legs open. He brought his head down to her legs and licked the
inside of her thighs. Grace suppressed her moans of delight, but cried out a
massive OOOO when his mouth found her clit. Guy wrapped his lips around her
swollen syrupy bud. He sucked as he fingered her with his other hand. Grace
felt her body falling back onto the table to allow Guy access to the rest of
her pussy. His tongue swirled, dipped, and dived into her dripping wetness.

           
The
shirt fell away from Grace’s breasts. Her stiff cherry nipples now exposed to
the elements and Guy’s wandering hand
. I
can’t believe Guy is devouring me here on a table, on a yacht in fog. I’ll
never look at London fog the same way again!
Grace tilted her head back,
moaning in ecstasy and dying in pleasure. Grace felt her body tremble, her mind
explode and her senses heighten to levels unknown, as Guy ran his tongue all
over her pussy and down to her arsehole. Grace cried out as Guy licked her
there and Grace moved her body in debate on whether or not to allow it to
continue. Instead Grace chose to enjoy.

           
No
longer able to contain himself, Guy unleashed his cock from the confines of his
trouser. He drew the throbbing head to Grace’s creamy hole where he held it
briefly. He used Grace’s legs like scissors, closing her legs to create
tightness. Guy impaled his angry, engorged member into her deep crevice.

           
“Guy!
Guy!” Grace cried out.

           
Grace’s
womb contracted, unleashing a tidal wave of come onto his cock. Guy released
Grace’s legs, allowing her to wrap them around his buttocks. Guy leaned over
her body, taking a nipple between his teeth to suckle on as he pumped. Guy
lifted her into his arms as he continued thrusting his rigid swollen staff deep
within Grace. Grace pumped her body up and down against him. Her breasts
smashed against his chest. She felt the prickle of his short chest hair rubbing
against her breast.

           
“Grace
you’re so wet. You’re so tight. I love you baby.” Guy hissed in her ear. “I
want to fuck you from behind. I need to come all over that pretty arse of
yours.”

           
The
words turned Grace on even more. She bore herself down on his cock.

           
“Do
whatever you like.” she managed to pant.

           
Guy
turned Grace on her stomach. Her breasts slid on the damp table as he laid her
down. Guy slapped both of his palms on Grace’s round supple arse cheeks,
separating them to get a view of his cock entering her swollen scarlet pussy
from behind. As he looked down he got a view of all the cream that was resting
in her puckering hole. Guy eased his cock into her as he gripped her waist.
Bloody hell! He feels bloody massive from
this angle!

           
Guy
slowly pumped his cock into Grace, her clit rubbed against the wet table
creating sensations that Grace was sure she couldn’t repeat with her hands. Guy
continued his thrusting. He threw his head back, basking in sex. He wanted the
feeling to last forever. Guy felt Grace quaking as she writhed beneath him. He
moved his hands up her smooth back to the base of her neck. Guy took a fistful
of hair and tugged gently. Grace thought she was going to melt into the table
and vanish in the fog.

           
Guy’s
grunting and Grace’s moans became louder. The sound of skin to skin contact was
audible to any passing stranger in the fog. The sun pierced its way through the
clouds and the fog clearing. Guy knew he had to hurry as he didn’t want anyone
to catch them in the act, but Grace was too bewildered to notice. Grace
tightened her pussy against his cock. Grace exploded like fireworks on bonfire
night. Guy thrusted his cock a final time into Grace, he pulsated hot white
molten lava of semen into her.