Behind the Neighbor's Door - Part 11 (Patreon)

So, just so you know, I fixed the journal from part 10, or will so within the next few seconds. If you want to re-read that part. Basically, it's gone.

Also, if you feel like there is no point to this series without endless sex scenes, I'm sorry, but that's how the story goes. I try to have actual development that focuses on the slow corruption of Grace more than anything. Sex will come, and at some point, it will ramp up. Grace and Nolan just need to get there first.

Take care.

*

Nolan was all over Grace the minute she got back to her own apartment. He immediately pushed her onto her back on the couch, causing that perfect angel to giggle.

"He bought you new clothes?" Nolan asked, his hand groping her ass through her shorts. Grace arched her back, pushing herself up to meet Nolan's body. She had perhaps gotten off in Nate's shower, but the sexual tension was high. 

"Yes," Grace breathed.

"What sort of clothes?" Nolan tried, knowing full well Grace wasn't going to give up too much. Not that it was necessary.

"Some jeans and khakis... shorts..." Grace moaned.

"Oh yeah?" Nolan's voice was hoarse, thick with arousal.

"Mmm-hmmm..." Grace murmured. "They're pretty skimpy..."

"Were you a bad girl? How bad?" Nolan groaned. His hand had slid past the waistband of her shorts.

Grace wanted to hesitate, but the words blurted out of her, fuck she was horny. "A-almost too bad," Grace groaned, her hips rocking towards him. She looked down, as he fumbled with the zipper on her jeans, trying desperately to take them off. Grace smiled a little devilish, then lifted her ass to let him slide the denim shorts over her legs, leaving her in her flimsy black thong that barely covered anything.

Nolan didn't even acknowledge her underwear as he spread her legs, kneeling in front of her, and then pressed his face to her panty-covered crotch. Grace shivered as his tongue pushed against the black material, the sensation muted and indirect. Nolan groaned into her mound, his voice muffled.

Grace closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the cushions. She ran her hands through her lover's hair as his mouth moved up her stomach, planting wet, sucking kisses to her skin. He moved higher until he reached her nipples. He pulled aside the lace cup of her bra and sucked a stiff nipple between his teeth. Grace's body twitched with a shock of pleasure and her legs locked around Nolan's back.

"Nolan," she gasped, feeling him smile against her skin.

Nolan looked down at Grace's naked body. Grace was gorgeous, lying spread and willing on their couch. She looked back up at him, biting her bottom lip in a sexy grin.

Nolan slipped two fingers under the thin material covering Grace's pussy and pulled it aside, revealing her smooth, pink flesh. She was glistening wet already. His mouth fell over Grace's slit and she moaned loudly, hips rocking up to grind against him. He ran the flat of his tongue up along the length of Grace's pussy, and her juices were sweet, tart and delicious on his tongue.

Nolan pulled Grace's legs up and over his shoulders and her heels dug into his back. He buried his face between her thighs as Grace pulled on his hair, her fingers clenching into fists as she ground against his mouth.

"Nolan... uhhh..." she groaned, her hips rolling against Nolan's tongue.

He worked Grace's pussy eagerly and she clamped her legs tightly around his head. Nolan reached between his legs, stroking himself with his right hand as his face remained buried between her thighs. She moaned and clenched her muscles in her thighs as Nolan ate her with everything he had. She pulled her lips into her mouth as her stomach muscles began to contract in waves as her climax grew. He moved his mouth higher to cover the swollen bud at the apex of her sex.

"How are you this... ugh, good at this?" Grace pleaded in almost desperation, her hips rolling against Nolan's mouth.

He responded by closing his mouth around the bud and sucked, drawing a high, sharp moan from Grace. Nolan felt Grace's nails on his scalp as she ran her fingers through his hair and her heels pressed harder into the muscles of his back.

"Come, baby. Don't... stop. Oh! Fuck...!" Grace demanded, her hips grinding frantically now. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit and gave her a final suck and she exploded in his arms, crying out loudly as her hips bucked wildly.

Grace's hips undulated and she gasped as Nolan continued to stroke her gently with his fingers, her pussy twitching from the after-shocks. After a long, slow moment she sighed, a small, sexy sound.

"Hmm," Grace hummed, as his hands moved up her torso, the sensation making her arch her back into him. She could hear his breathing quickening, and she smiled to herself. He was always so eager. But then again, she could never get enough of him.

Nolan moved over Grace, pulling her legs wide. He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together, and looked into Grace's eyes. Grace felt his cock settle at her opening and she sighed happily, but a little bit impatiently as well, pressing her body upward against him. He flexed his hips forward and pushed into Grace's body. Grace moaned loudly, hissing from the sensation.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hips starting to flex against her. "Tell me more. How bad were you?"

"I thought I was in full control..." Grace said, almost like she wasn't even talking to Nolan, but more making a recollection of what had happened, and not just a few moments ago. Her voice was soft and low, but Nolan heard every word. He didn't say a thing; he was transfixed and fully under Grace's lust, it being so contagious. 

Grace moaned and shifted underneath Nolan to get a better position for the incoming fucking. Grace's hands tightened on Nolan's shoulders, and he moaned loudly.

"What did he do?" Nolan asked, but Grace only shook her head, smirking slightly, before wrapping her arms around him, pressing her lips to Nolan's and pulling him close.

"I was so bad..." Grace whimpered against him, and he moaned into the kiss, their mouths and bodies joining with growing fervor, a slow, deep fucking. Grace wrapped her legs around Nolan's hips, urging him to quicken the pace.

"Are you going to tell me?" Nolan asked urgently, fearing she wouldn't. She had said she wanted him on his toes, but hearing what she said, knowing something had happened, it drove him nuts.

"Not now. I will, but not now," she breathed. "I need to fuck."

Grace's legs tightened around his body and her mouth found his throat, her kisses needy.

"You are... uhhh..." Nolan moaned. "The hottest woman ever..."

Nolan felt Grace smile against him. "You like me hearing how bad I've been?"

"Oh, fuck, yes..." he panted, feeling a climax growing in his body, his muscles quaking from the exertion. The image of her kissing another guy, of her in someone else's bed, made Nolan crazy, made him thrust harder into her. Made him desperate.

"Nate's cum is so thick and salty," Grace said. "I love it when he cums in my mouth. It tastes so strong, and I feel so dirty when I swallow it."

"Oh god," Nolan moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. He was so close.

"I love the way it coats my tongue, the way it fills my mouth. I love the way he looks at me when I'm on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth," Grace continued, her voice growing louder and more desperate. Her words were pushing him over the edge, her body responding to the filth that spilled from her lips.

Nolan moaned again. His cock was throbbing inside of Grace's pussy, the head so sensitive that even the slightest movement sent shivers through his body.

"You want that, baby?" she asked, her voice a breathy moan. "You want to know that big man left his nut in my mouth? You like picturing it?"

"Fuck yes," Nolan grunted. "It turns me on."

"I can tell," Grace said, as his thrusts became faster and harder. The bluntness and the filth of the words were pushing his hips into a jagged, edging rhythm. Grace found Nolan's ear, being so close to her own climax as well, and whispered. "Nate wanted to fuck me..."

That was all it took. With a strangled cry of ecstasy, Nolan's body seized and he slammed hard into her. His climax hit him like a truck and he spurted into her. He was shivering and moaning, his thrusts erratic as she pushed deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh, baby... that's it, that's it. Fuck, you feel so good." Grace urged, her body still undulating, chasing her own orgasm. She loved it when he lost it inside her, that feeling of him cumming into her was something she loved more than almost anything. But tonight she had needs, too. Her voice was tight as she panted, "I'm so close, I need you to... to keep fucking me."

"I-I'm so sensitive..." Nolan's voice was tight, his words stilted from his thrusting and the stimulation.

"I know, but I'm almost there... please, for me?" Grace begged.

"Okay...okay..." he acquiesced and began thrusting hard once more, though his jaw was slack from the sensation of his cock continuing to move after his climax.

"Oh fuck!" Grace cried, and he knew she was getting close to orgasm.

"Oh...fuck you're so wet and slippery," Nolan said, his hips flexing as his cock continued to pump through her juices mixed with his own cum. It was messy and filthy and sexy.

"Yes, oh, yes, baby... you better do a good job... Oh my god, you better fuck me good," Grace gasped as Nolan kept pumping. It was an encouraging, but Nolan heard the warning in it too. Was it on purpose, or was it to play around with his mind, having him wonder if he was actually failing her in some capacity.

It seemed like she was on purpose to make him a little insecure, though. "You... you fucking like his dick more?"

"Oh yes," Grace moaned, her hips bucking hard against him.

"But does he... ugh, satisfy you better... uhh, better than I do?"

"Hmmm," she moaned. The thought of both of their men was definitely something. "Maybe," Grace teased, and her body clenched. Nolan's heart dropped for just an instant, then his lust flared, and his hands gripped her waist and he started to thrust with wild abandon. She pushed hard back against him.

"He's a better fucker?" Nolan grunted, feeling her hot pussy clench around him.

"Uh-huh!" Grace gasped, nodding, her fingers raking through his hair. She looked up at Nolan, her expression glazed and unfocused, her cheeks flushed, sweat beading on her temples and forehead. Grace's nails scraped across Nolan's neck. Her mouth fell open and she was breathing in short gasps as Nolan's hips flexed against her.

"God..." she hissed, her voice low and strained. She closed her eyes, her mouth a small, tense "O", her brow knit tightly. Her pussy started clamping around his still-hard dick as she finally came.

He held Grace to him as her climax rolled on. Her body twitched and spasmed in Nolan's arms. Grace gasped as her orgasm subsided, and her hands slipped from Nolan's body to his sides.

He leaned back and looked at the angel. Her hair was fanned out underneath her head. A few strands of hair had come loose and lay across her flushed cheeks. She was looking at him from beneath heavily-lidded eyes.

"You okay, baby?" she asked softly as he slipped from between her thighs and moved to the side, slipping an arm across her stomach, holding her tight. She smiled softly and stroked Nolan's cheek, and then kissed his mouth softly. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean that in a humiliating way. It was just... Well, I know how you like the idea of that. Or the thought of the thought... Of you being not enough."

Nolan nodded. She hadn't hurt him. Not in a negative way. That was the entire point of all this. The fantasy of Grace sleeping with someone better. And Nate being such an obvious upgrade, even when he was who he was, a much older guy, their neighbor, and sort of nefarious.

"Does he really make you feel so good?" Nolan breathed. "And I wasn't hurt. I leaned into it a bit. It's just facts, right?"

Grace's eyes were unfocused as her brain still tried to catch up with the orgasmic chemicals firing into it. She bit her lip, a tiny grin playing on her face. She nodded again.

"Just... I never want to make fun of your, and especially not something like--" Grace began. Even through her glaze of post-climax bliss did she try to make sure Nolan knew.

"It's okay. It's not the humiliation, it's the jealousy I tried to, erh, lean into," Nolan said. "And you were in the middle of telling me just that."

"I really didn't mean to be hurtful. Just playing around," she said, smiling. "It's not like that. I mean it is. Obviously. And Nate's just amazing, but... It's not better. Just different. And that's why this is so fun."

"See, you being into it, that's the key. That makes me jealous, and hearing how you describe how he treats you. And your attraction to that," Nolan smiled, kissing her lips gently. "And it's very hot to hear you, um, brag about his dick and his... virility, or whatever."

"I'll be honest," Grace grinned. "It was hot having him in my mouth. It got my pussy so wet... That big dick all over my face, such a specimen, and I get to play with it..."

"What did you do today?" Nolan tried. Grace shot him a knowing smirk.

"You'll know," she teased him, making his heart race a little bit. It wasn't a good sign.

"How bad was it?" he tried.

Grace laughed. Her voice was so sweet, so melodic. He was in awe of her. He could never tire of her voice, or the way her cheeks brightened up when she smiled wholeheartedly.

"You're gonna have to wait for it. This is a lot more fun than I thought," she said. "I guess it was good of us to talk about it. I think us checking in on each other, especially just after I hooked up with Nate, is very important."

"I couldn't agree more," Nolan said. "I feel good. I feel like you're having fun and it really makes me horny and... happy..."

"You do like seeing me happy. And horny," Grace laughed.

*

Since all of their escapades had happened before even Midday meant that Nolan and Grace could mope around their apartment all day. Well, the weather was really warm and nice, so they weren't much indoors; they spent their time out on the balcony chatting about the little nothings in life until Grace had to go to ballet class.

Not once did Nate come out on his balcony, however. Nolan had half expected him to take any opportunity to ogle his girlfriend. But then, Nolan had to remind himself, Nate had seen a whole lot of her already. And perhaps it was a sign of respect? Not that Nate seemed very respectful, though. He was a leering asshole.

But then again, perhaps he had simply been busy. He had his ad work that he needed to get done, and it was perhaps one of Nate's biggest opportunities to get back in the saddle for real. While Nolan had wished he had gotten the contract, he was still very happy for Nate. At least he was most of the time. He couldn't help but feel he had been surpassed. That wasn't the case at all, but that didn't change the feeling.

When Grace got back, they had a few drinks on the balcony. Nolan had made a simple, light, summery dish of salmon and a salad with fruit. While he was no master chef, he could hold his own in the kitchen, and he was happy to have cooked something that was a bit fancier than the usual. Grace deserved the treat. A nice warm bath, dinner ready for her when she got out, what better way to wrap up your girl's Sunday?

Nothing much really happened the following week. The trio had all their own tasks at work that occupied their time, so any texting was kept to a minimum. While that was a shame, as the weather was perfect for Grace to tease the two of them by sunbathing on the balcony, the anticipation of what was next, and what had happened previously, was a constant buzz. Nolan found himself wondering, more often than he would ever admit, how Grace had been with Nate.

Grace didn't feel the need to tell him, and Nolan didn't push. That didn't mean the curiosity wasn't gnawing at him. The way she had talked about Nate the previous week was so hot, the jealousy making him horny, but now he felt like he was almost in a state of perpetual arousal, wondering what had happened. Seeing Nate text with Grace at the office, or vice versa at home, wasn't much help. Nolan would sometimes try to stretch his neck to see what they said, but Grace would knowingly smirk and put her phone away, or just turn her body away. In some ways that was just as hot, knowing she had a secret. But in other ways, it was killing him. But that was sort of the point. At least for now.

When Friday rolled around, Nolan had been very much on edge. He was a bit worried that Grace had forgotten that she was going to reveal what had happened the previous weekend. He didn't want to pressure her into telling him. He didn't know why he thought that. Of course, she hadn't forgotten. Nolan was too deep into his own mind. Grace knew exactly what she was doing.

"You ready to hear the details?" Grace asked as soon as they were in their own apartment, the door having just been closed. She was smirking, and Nolan knew he had been played. Grace had wanted him to stew in it all week. And it had been delicious for her.

"Fuck yes, I'm dying here," Nolan admitted.

"Heh, poor baby. You've been wanting to ask me all week, haven't you?" Grace teased, not needing to ask, knowing the answer already. Nolan nodded. "I'm a bad girl, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are, and it's driving me crazy," Nolan said, his breath catching. Grace stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his chest. She looked up at him with a sly grin, her eyes full of mischief, before pushing him back onto their couch.

"Tell me how much you've been thinking about me and him all week. Tell me what's been going on inside that head of yours," she said as she stood over him, her hands on her hips. Nolan took a deep breath, his cock already stirring in his pants. "You've been thinking about me sucking Nate off? How good it feels to have his big dick in my mouth? To feel it throb against my tongue? How good it feels to have him shoot off into my mouth?"

"Yes," Nolan breathed, his eyes wide. "I've been thinking about it a lot. I've been thinking about him fucking you too, about you guys, erh, throwing the 'no-touching' rule to the side. But I know that hasn't happened... right?"

Grace's eyes darkened, her smile widening. She unbuttoned her incredibly tight pants and slowly pushed them down her long legs, stepping out of them. She was wearing a black thong, the lacy material barely covering her pussy. Nolan's mouth went dry, his eyes glued to her body.

"Right," Grace agreed, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye that made Nolan's heart skip a beat. He couldn't be sure if she was messing with him or if she was being honest. She stepped up onto the couch, her bare feet on either side of his thighs. She looked down at him, her eyes half-lidded.

"Now, keep that face steady," she ordered as she reached down and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. She stepped forward, her crotch right in front of his face. Nolan groaned at the rough treatment, his cock throbbing in his pants. She held his head still and reached down to pull her thong to the side, revealing her smooth pussy. Nolan's mouth watered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I'm gonna tell you what happened, baby. Just remember that this is all for you. All of this. I'm just a messenger."

"Okay," Nolan whimpered, eager to hear what she had to say.

Grace let out a soft sigh, then lowered herself down, pressing her pussy to his mouth. She held his head still as she began to grind against his face, her slick juices coating his lips and chin. Nolan groaned, his tongue flicking out to lick her clit, his hands coming up to grip her ass. Grace moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"You ready to hear it?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. Nolan nodded, his mouth still pressed against her pussy. Grace let out a soft sigh, then started to move, slowly grinding against his face, her juices coating his lips and chin.

"Well, I went over to Nate's. We've been texting each other all week, me being the ultimate tease. It's so much fun, baby. He was getting so desperate. Almost like you're now." Grace panted. "So I went over there. He had bought me all kinds of clothes, like I said, and I tried them on. He really knew what items to get, as they all made my flawless ass look so perfect."

"Mmm," Nolan moaned. He tried to say she looked good either way, but it was muffled. Grace was so into her own fantasy now that she didn't hear him, and if she did, she didn't show it. The only indication that she was listening was the way she ground her sex into his mouth, as if she was trying to shut him up.

"Oh, baby... Your mouth is so good on me, but I'm not done with you yet. Not until I've told you what you've been dying to hear."

"Mmmph," Nolan groaned, his tongue continuing to work her clit. Grace gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she continued to move, her hips rolling as she rode his face.

"Then we sat down to talk. Well, I sat down in his lap, and he felt me grind against him. His big, thick cock pressed against my ass. I could tell he wanted to bend me over on his bed and fuck me until I screamed. He grabbed my waist, but I reminded him to keep his hands to himself. Luckily for our date in a few weeks, he did. And I kept my khaki-clad ass in his lap like my ass owned his fat cock. He was so frustrated, poor guy," Grace smirked. "I was in complete control, though. I was in charge. I got to tease him. I could make him do anything I wanted... But then..."

Grace trailed off, her breath hitching in her throat as Nolan's tongue continued to work its magic, her pussy clenching around his tongue. Grace's breath became more laboured, her hips rocking against his mouth.

"And then," Nolan prompted, his voice muffled by her pussy. He needed to hear the rest.

"And then... He turned the tables. I was in such control, but suddenly he asked me, no, commanded me to take my shorts off, and to sit on him in only my thong... I could hardly refuse him. He has a way about him, and... He's not your average guy. His eyes just... I wanted him, okay, baby? I felt his big cock under me, and I was horny. So I took them off, and sat down in only my thong. And then he made me grind against him, dry hump his monster. It was so hot... He had this power. His voice, his... presence, and his big cock, of course. I never thought myself a size queen, but that big thing does things to a woman..."

"Mmmph," Nolan moaned, his tongue delving deeper into her pussy. His mind was reeling. The thought of Grace taking off her shorts and rubbing her ass against another guy's dick, even in her thong, was so erotic, but so forbidden. It was so close to crossing that boundary. He could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, her juices flowing into his mouth, her breath coming in short pants.

"And then..." Nolan urged. His cock was rock hard, his own hips humping against thin air as his mouth ate Grace's pussy hungrily.

"Oh, God, yes!" she cried out as he found a particularly sensitive spot. She shivered on his tongue. Nolan groaned in frustration as the action had the unintended consequence of making Grace close her story.

"And then?" he moaned.

Grace's body began to shudder as her climax built. Her words became more and more broken. She gasped out loud before letting her head drop back. Her hips began to move faster, her breath coming in shallow bursts, her body starting to tense. She let out a whimper and then cried out, her fingers gripping his hair tightly.

"Make me cum, Nolan, make me fucking cum," she gasped.

Nolan didn't have to be asked twice. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder on his mouth, his tongue and lips attacking her clit and her entrance. She was so wet, so turned on that she came within moments.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she shouted, her body spasming on him, her pussy clenching around his probing tongue. Nolan felt her pussy pulse, her hips bucking in pleasure. She continued to climax, her body shaking, her thighs squeezing around his face as she came. "Oh fuck, fuck, yes! Oh god, Nolan!"

Eventually, her climax died, and she collapsed forward. He pulled out and let out a groan. "And then?"

Grace's laughter filled the room, the sound light and happy. She pulled back a little, and his head tipped down slightly. Nolan let out an unhappy growl as he pulled away, licking his lips. Grace giggled and gently stroked his hair, panting a little.

"Earlier that week, he asked what would happen if he fucked me," Grace said. "If that would mean our date gets pushed back. But that he could still fuck me."

Nolan gulped, not entirely liking the sounds of that. Was Grace telling him this as a precursor to a confession, or was this just her keeping him up to date?

"And then what?" he asked wearily.

"I said that was technically true. But that I would never do that," Grace said. There wasn't any sort of indication that she had done so. Nolan couldn't be completely sure, as Grace did seem to be hinting that she was on a bit of a boundary-pushing journey.

"But then what happened with Nate last Sunday?"

"Well..." Grace grinned. "We continued. I sat there on Nate, dry-humping him through my thong and his boxers. His fat, long cock grinding against my ass... then he asked me... if it would be worth it..."

"Worth what?" Nolan said, but Grace only smirked knowingly at him. She didn't answer his question, but he was pretty certain that this had been a part of some greater scheme of hers.

"I said no. I don't think he liked that, because he commanded me to get down on my knees. It was like my body reacted before my mind could. He has this way of speaking and looking at you. It makes your legs shake. It's so erotic to feel that... that pressure.  It didn't take long until I was bobbing up and down his big cock."

Nolan's breath caught, the thought of it, seeing it playing in his head. Seeing the angel on her knees, another man's cock in her mouth. She looked so angelic, the way her hair cascaded around her, framing her face as she knelt in front of him. His cock twitched in his pants, his body reacting to the mental image.

"Was his... did you taste him?" Nolan's voice came out as barely a whisper, as if asking any louder would break the spell of the moment. He had to hear it.

"As much as I could," Grace confirmed, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh, you're loving this. I thought you would. I thought you were more into the teasing and dirty talking, but maybe that's what made me go as far. That you'd like it when things are a bit on the edge. It was such an ego-trip for him to have his neighbour's girl sucking his cock... He just grabbed my head and shoved his cum into my throat..."

"Oh god," Nolan groaned, his eyes wide. The image of her choking and sputtering on his dick, taking the big man's load down her throat, it was too much. 

But then his mind caught up to him, and Nolan's mouth fell open. He had expected her to describe how he tasted and what the act itself had been like. This description, while vague and a little bit abstract, spoke much more of what the actual situation was.

"He... grabbed you?" Nolan asked, wanting confirmation of his fear.

Grace grinned wickedly at him, a twinkle of amusement in her eye, a devilish smirk playing on her lips. "Yes," she said. "I'm a naughty, naughty girl."

Nolan was gobsmacked. Grace just had this smug little smirk on her face as she pulled his face up to her crotch, pressing it to her soaking pussy again. He could smell her sweet juices leaking out of her, her pussy clenching from his attention to her body, and her mind. His tongue darted out, tasting her arousal, the thought of what Nate had done to her making him ravenous.

Suddenly, as his mouth was sealed shut, he felt her hand slowly trail down behind her, finding his buckle. The sound of her undoing his belt was loud and clear in his head, the sound almost as arousing as what she was saying to him, and how she was using him. The sound of the buckle coming undone was followed by the zip being pulled down. He felt Grace's fingers wrap around his shaft, and the next moment his cock was out in the open, in the hand of his sexy girlfriend. He couldn't see anything, his view completely obscured by her crotch, but the sensation was intense.

She slowly began to stroke his length, his cock growing harder with every movement.

"And he didn't do anything else?" Nolan finally managed to speak, the words coming out in a croak.

Grace laughed and then pulled back slightly, taking his head in her hands and looking down into his eyes. "No," she said. "He was good. But I didn't punish him for doing what he did."

"You let him grab your head while you sucked him off," Nolan stated. "Fuck... That's so hot."

"Isn't it?" she asked, her voice lowering into a seductive purr. She stroked his cheek with her finger. "You like that, baby? You like the idea our older neighbour getting his filthy hands on your girlfriend?"

"Yes," he groaned.

"And what would you say if I let him touch me a little bit more?" Grace's voice was so low, so seductive, her words wrapping around him like silk.

"I'd say..." Nolan's voice was tight. His mind raced, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. What did he want? Did he want her to take more risks, let their neighbour get his hands all over her, or was he satisfied with the current level of teasing and control they had set up? He knew that the idea of Nate touching Grace made his cock throb in her hand.

"I'd say..." he repeated. "...I'd say you're a naughty girl. But a naughty girl who's in control. It's your choice."

Grace's eyes lit up, her smile growing wider. She knew what that meant. It was up to her what she would do with that newfound power, but he had given her the okay to take a little bit more of a chance with their neighbour.

"I'm gonna sit on you," she said, and it was a simple statement. Nolan didn't know what to say. Grace leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue plunging into his mouth, exploring him, claiming him. When she broke the kiss, she smiled at him, a little twinkle in her eye. "I want you inside me."

Nolan moaned as she climbed off of him. She turned around, her ass facing him, the tiny black thong nestled between the cheeks, and she slowly sank down on him. Nolan's hands went to her hips as her tight pussy slid down his cock, enveloping him in her wet heat. He was mesmerized by the sight of her ass, and how she looked from behind, as she took him inside her.

"God, you feel so good," she said, her voice a moan.

"So do you," Nolan grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly, pulling her down on him as he started to move. He watched her ass as she started to move up and down, her pussy sliding along his length. Grace's ass was perfect. It was firm yet soft, round and tight, and it looked so good as she moved. He could feel her muscles working as she rode him, the sensation of her hot pussy on his dick driving him wild.

"Fuck," she gasped, her hands on his knees for support. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good."

Nolan grunted, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. He could feel her juices running down his shaft, coating his balls, the sound of their sex filling the room. He couldn't believe he had given her the go-ahead for more. Was it a mistake? Would he come to regret it? The idea that she could be doing more with Nate was so hot, so exciting, that he couldn't help but push it. But there was that risk.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" she asked, her voice a moan. "Are you gonna fill me up while I tell you what he did to me?"

"Yes," he panted. "Fuck yes."

"What if I told you, ugh, that I wanted to break the rules? I won't, you have to trust that, but I'd like nothing more than to let Nate fuck me silly, maybe even while you're at work," Grace moaned, her pussy clenching around his shaft.

"Oh god," Nolan groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

"How would you react to that? If I fucked Nate when you weren't home... If he fucked your girlfriend like a worthless little plaything..." she asked, her voice a purr, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't deny that the idea of Grace being used by Nate, especially without his knowledge, made him incredibly aroused.

"Oh fuck, I can't handle it..." Nolan panted. "Just tell me, tell me more of what he did."

"We didn't do anything more. He came all over me, while breaking some rules, tempting me to break some others, but I was good. I showered and got home," Grace said, slowly stopping her riding. Nolan groaned, desperate for her to continue, to make him cum.

"Why'd you stop?" he moaned, looking up at her, her long hair falling in her face. She looked down at him with a wicked grin.

"I thought maybe you wanted me to be naughty a bit more..." Grace said. "I think Nate's out on his balcony right now, and I haven't visited him this week..."

"Are you going to see Nate now? Please, I really don't want you to sleep with him before your date," Nolan said, in a moment of clear-mindedness.

"Baby, don't worry," Grace smiled. It wasn't an answer, and his head went straight back in a fog, as she slipped his dick back in her pussy, and started to move again, her hands gripping his shoulders as she began to ride him hard.

"Oh, god," Nolan gasped as she moved, his eyes locked on her beautiful form, her pert breasts glancing against his face, her hair bouncing. He knew where she was going with all of it, and that she would never actually sleep with someone behind his back, but it was a risk of trust that made everything feel more real and all the hotter. "Grace," he breathed, her name on his lips. "Don't fuck him."

Grace seemed to understand that this wasn't teasing. While it turned him on that she was bad, this was sincere. Nolan was glad she understood and that she heeded him right away. "I won't. So you don't like it when I push the boundaries like that?"

"I do... just not to such an extreme," Nolan said.

"I get you," Grace said, smiling deviously. "Don't worry, I'm your girlfriend, baby. Your dirty, sexy, hot girlfriend... Not his."

"Ugh... Fuck, I love it, Grace," he moaned, thrusting into her, meeting her movements.

"I can see you love it," she smiled, and slowly began to ride him again. "No, I won't fuck him... but I might just sit in his lap again, grind against his monster and listen to him talk about all the dirty things he'd do to me..."

Nolan moaned and thrust up into Grace, her ass slamming into him as she rode him, the sensation of his cock sliding inside her driving him crazy. She knew just the thing to say.

"Maybe he will try to grab my ass, heh... And maybe, just maybe..." Grace panted. "... I'll let him..."

Nolan's hips met Grace's downward movements, her pussy clenching on him. He was so close. He needed to cum, needed to fill her with his cum and claim her as his own. It felt almost like an emergency switch had gone off, him fucking up into his girlfriend while she sat on his cock.

"Yes! Fucking cum inside me. Own me, mark me, baby, claim your girl. Cum inside your girl so no one else can!" she gasped and threw her head back, her mouth falling open, her hands gripping his thighs hard, holding on for dear life as she moved up and down his cock. She knew what he was thinking. "And then when we're done, maybe you'll sit on our balcony while I go and have a chat with my big neighbour?"

With a strangled growl Nolan felt his cock spasm, and Grace cried out, feeling him spurting deep inside her, her tight tunnel milking every last drop from him, her own climax taking over.

"Oh god, yes!" she gasped, her body shuddering. Nolan thrust hard into Grace one final time, his dick spurting inside her, his cum coating her walls. He looked at her flawless ass flexing with her movement.

He was still hard. He was shocked he wasn't a quivering puddle of man on their sofa but he wasn't soft yet. And he wanted more. He wanted to prove he was as virile as anyone else.

Grace leaned in for a kiss and then pushed off his dick and turned around. "That was amazing... And it feels naughty, having you on the sofa with your clothes still on, jeans around your ankles... disheveled... and because of me," she smirked. Nolan could see her juices on his shaft, and he smiled happily, his body feeling amazing. He felt alive. "Do you want me to go over and see Nate?"

"Uh huh," Nolan groaned.

"I'd love to. He does deserve a bit of a show," Grace smiled deviously and then leaned down. Her hand gripped his cock, still wet from their sex, and guided him back inside her.

"Are you... are you sure you can go again?" Grace wondered. She seemed surprised.

"Fuck yeah, you make me wild, babe." Nolan growled and grabbed her hips, and she moaned and leaned down, pressing her body to him. Her soft breasts were crushed against his clothed chest. "Especially that shit with Nate. I want you to tease the fuck out of him. I'm sure it'd make his week, and the anticipation, god. It will drive him mad."

Nolan started to move his hips. His pace was slower, but every movement was measured and strong.

"Oh my god, I love you," she giggled and kissed him. "It's not only driving Nate mad, though, am I right?"

"You are," Nolan groaned.

"So I can still touch him?" Grace asked. Nolan gave a jagged nod and she grinned. "Heh, okay... But him touching me, like on the ass or... other places... is still not on the menu for you?"

"God..." Nolan groaned as Grace continued to ride his cock. His mind raced, his thoughts swirling, but he managed a small smile. "I think if... If it happens, and it's just the once, or twice, I think I could live with that. You have all the power there, you set the boundaries, so..."

"Wow, I have power. You sure?" Grace laughed.

"I am. I trust you. You know what I want better than me... just--"

"I'll be careful, Nolan," Grace whispered. "I can handle him, baby. But that means I can go visit him like... I'll go right now? And do whatever?" There was a little hesitation to her voice. It was a boundary she wasn't going to push unless Nolan gave her the okay.

Nolan smiled, leaning in, kissing her softly. "Yeah." Grace's eyes shone, and she nodded, before leaning back down, and kissing him. His tongue met hers and the kiss quickly grew passionate and hot, the two lovers losing themselves to each other.

The moment was broken as Grace suddenly stopped moving. She looked into his eyes. There was a seriousness there, the joking nature of the situation momentarily forgotten. "Are you really sure? You don't want me to... I won't let it get that far, but I don't want you to regret anything, either," she whispered, concern in her voice.

"No... I... I think I want it," Nolan admitted. "You, doing whatever... just, be good..." The momentary sincerity was broken, but they both knew that this was a serious step for Nolan to take. All the jealousy play, all the dirty talk and teasing, had been one thing, but here, at the cusp of Nolan saying it was alright if Grace actually cheated, to some small extent, the gravity of it hit him. Nolan saw the same thing dawn on Grace's face. Both knew how serious it could get. And while the both of them knew the consequences of something happening could get dire, neither of them was in the mind space of caring.

"Okay," she said softly and kissed him. She rolled her hips and got off of him again. His cock popped out of her with an audible smack, a small line of juices linking their genitals. Nolan watched with hooded eyelids as she walked away from him.

Grace blew him a kiss as she left for their bedroom. "Enjoy yourself, baby. Watch your hot girlfriend get dressed to impress your competition."

As Grace took a quick shower, put on makeup, and made herself look a little more presentable than she had been, Nolan took a breather. He watched as she went to her closet and opened it, scanning through the many outfits she could choose from. He could tell from the look in her eye that she was trying to pick something that would make him and Nate drool. It seemed his girlfriend, or maybe even both of them, were on a bit of a high; A high from all the naughtiness and rule-pushing, from their mutual agreement that whatever happened tonight would happen and that both of them would be to blame if it got too far.

After a few moments, she picked out a sheer, lacy top and a pair of black leggings. She pulled the leggings over her long legs. She didn't put on any panties. As the thin fabric stretched taut over the perfect curves of her ass, Nolan licked his lips, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes followed her every movement.

The leggings left very little to the imagination and showed everything; her beautiful ass and her toned thighs were so well outlined. 

"Oh wow, baby. You look good," he breathed, the sight of her in those clothes turning him on immensely. Grace walked to Nolan, who still sat where she had left him, pants down. 

"If we keep letting Nate get away with these things..." Grace began and leaned in for a kiss. She broke away a few seconds later and smiled. "It's only fair we get to push the rules a bit, too, right?"

Nolan nodded and then returned her smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. They had both agreed that they should be careful, but Nolan couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. He couldn't help but feel that this was dangerous. He knew that she wasn't going to do anything stupid, but the idea that she was pushing the boundaries and that she admitted that she was tempted to break the rules with Nate was enough to make his stomach churn.

But then again, that was why he was excited. It was a risk, and it was a risk they were taking together. They were in this together, and they were going to see it through.

"Maybe I will let him grab my ass," Grace said, her voice a low purr, her eyes dark with lust. "Maybe I will even let him... oops!" She giggled as her fingers brushed against his cock and then slowly trailed up his shaft, her nails scraping lightly against the skin of his length.

"Be careful, Grace," Nolan warned. His voice was tight. His heart was hammering in his chest as he tried to maintain some semblance of control.

"Oh, I'll be careful," she said, her hand squeezing his cock lightly, teasing him. "I'll make sure to give him a good show... a show that I'm showing you, my boyfriend... the guy I love..."

"I'll watch?" Nolan asked, surprised. How would that work?

"I'm not sure what you will, but... you should probably hang around the balcony for a little bit," Grace smiled, pulling away from him and going to the front door. "I'm sure you'll find a way to have a little fun..."

Nolan looked after her, his mind reeling. He could hardly believe that he had agreed to this. But as he thought about it, he couldn't deny that he was excited. The idea of his girlfriend pushing boundaries and being naughty was incredibly arousing, even if it was a risk, and even if he was a little jealous.

Grace winked at him as she walked out of the door, and Nolan watched her go. He couldn't stop thinking about how good she looked in those leggings, how her ass looked so perfect and her toned thighs were so well defined.

Nolan was still hard. His cock was still standing at attention, and he was still in the living room. He needed to move, as per her instruction. So, he pulled his pants back up, fastening the belt and walking to the balcony. He wasn't going to miss a second of this. If Grace wanted to tease Nate, he'd let her. If she wanted to do something more with him, that was up to her.

*

It didn't take long. Nolan was out on the balcony, trying to remain as quiet as he could, and he could hear Nate draw his cigarette, momentarily unaware of what had taken place in the next-door apartment. He could hear the door to the neighbour's apartment open and close, and then he heard the sound of footsteps on the balcony.

"Hey there," Grace said, her voice low and seductive. Nolan could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he imagined the look on Nate's face. He could hear the man's sharp intake of breath as she walked over to him.

"Hey," he said, his voice rough. "You're looking nice."

"Thank you," she said, her voice a purr. Nolan could hear the sound of her light steps on the balcony. She must have been wearing heels.

"What are you doing here?" Nate asked, his voice a low growl. "I haven't heard from you, and you've left me hanging, Grace. You've been a bad girl."

"I was just coming to see you," she replied, her voice low and seductive. "I was hoping you'd be out here."

"You were, huh?" Nate asked, his voice a low rumble. "Well, you're lucky I was."

"I am," she said, her voice low and throaty. Nolan could hear the sound of her hands on his body. "I was hoping you'd be out here. I was hoping you'd be able to keep me company."

"What, Nolan's not home?" Nate teased.

Grace giggled. Nolan's breath caught in his chest, but he kept silent. Grace's shoes clacked against the wood as she moved closer to Nate.

"Fuck, baby. Your ass looks amazing," Nate growled.

"Really?" Grace asked. There was a teasing hint in her voice. "I bet you wish you could touch it, huh, cowboy? Grab my perky ass, heh."

"I'd love that. Fuck, you've got an amazing ass, I'll give you that," he said, a chuckle on his lips. "But no... That's against the rules... I guess that I have to sit here and admire you from afar."

"Mmm, you do," she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Turn around. Let me see," he commanded.

Grace let out a little laugh before turning on the spot. He couldn't quite hear, but the sound of her feet shifting and the fabric stretching as it moved over her legs was enough for Nolan to get the gist. She had to have done a little spin to give Nate the whole picture. Her toned ass, her slender legs, and the tight fit of her leggings.

It was such a thrill hearing how the two interacted. Nolan was so grateful to Grace for letting him have this, as Nate didn't seem to know he was listening in.

"Fucking Christ..." Nate grunted. "So, given your clothes, you're not going to sunbathe today? Does  that mean I get a show instead?"

"If you want. I figured I'd let you decide. Do you want a show, or do you want to try some of the stuff you got me? Or for me to wear that bikini that is only for you?" Grace said, her voice laced with sweetness. Nolan could almost hear Nate being a bit weary. He seemed to suspect that something was going on. Grace probably was more direct in what she had planned. Now, he seemed taken aback that she asked him. Or was there something else that Nolan didn't catch?

"You'd let me decide?" he repeated. "That's new."

"Yes," Grace replied. "I'd let you decide."

"That's not like you at all, but... I'm not complaining," Nate replied after a beat, with a chuckle. "You're a goddamn bombshell, though. So... why don't you turn around again? I want to see how that outfit hugs your ass."

There was a moment of silence, and then he could hear the sound of Nate's belt clinking. "You look fucking fantastic."

"Thanks," Grace said, her voice a little breathy.

"So, what did you have in mind?" Nate asked, his voice low and rough.

"I don't know..." Grace teased.

"I don't think you came out here not knowing what you wanted," he countered.

"Well..." Grace began. She paused for a moment, and Nolan could hear her heels clicking on the floor as she stepped a little closer to Nate. The soft sound of delicate fingers colliding with heavy meat was unmistakable. Grace's hand had found its way to Nate's dick. The soft moan that left the big man's lips told Nolan that Nate was in heaven.

"Fuck, baby. That's what I'm talking about. You have no idea how much I wanted this," he said, his voice low and throaty.

"Me too, big boy," Grace replied, her voice just as low. "God, I can't believe how big you are. Fucking hell..."

Nolan's heart was racing. His cock was throbbing in his pants. He was listening to his girlfriend fondling another man's dick. Another man that was bigger and badder than him. This was a whole new level for him, and he was loving it. It was a rush. Finally, he was able to witness what had been happening. Or, not witnessing. He was hearing it, not really getting the full picture. That was almost better. His imagination ran wild at the idea of Nate's big cock and Grace's soft hand, her fingers barely able to wrap around his shaft.

"So, we're skipping the show?" Nate asked.

"I don't know, if you want," Grace said, her voice heavy with lust.

"I'd love to see you in one of those outfits I got you. I've been waiting for you to show off your body, but maybe next time, eh?" Nate asked. "I'd much rather have you like this."

"I'd rather have me like this too," Grace replied. "You feel... massive. How can you hide this?"

"I don't," Nate chuckled cockily. "It just takes some getting used to. You've never been with a guy like me, I can tell."

"No, I haven't," Grace replied. "But... God, you're so big... I can't wait to feel you inside me."

Nolan's breath hitched. He knew they wouldn't fuck, but the idea was still thrilling nonetheless. His heart was racing, his cock throbbing in his pants.

"You know what's hot about this situation?" Nate asked. Grace gave a 'idk' sound. "You always come over to tease me, show off, all that, and then perhaps we end up doing something. This time, however, you're the one who's horny. You came over, and I didn't do shit... And yet, now, here you are, rubbing my big cock, desperate to feel it..."

Nate chuckled and then leaned in, whispering something in Grace's ear, though Nolan couldn't hear what was being said. Grace didn't reply either. Or if she did, it was also a whisper. All he heard was Nate's voice, low and throaty.

"Turn around and bend over," Nate commanded. "Hands on the balcony railing. Show me how nice and perky your ass looks. Show me how badly you want my big dick..."

"Okay, Nate..." Grace cooed sweetly. She turned on her heel and stepped towards the edge of the balcony, the sound of the metal rattling under her weight. He could imagine her long legs, the curve of her ass and the smooth curve of her thighs.

"Fuck, I wish I was allowed to grab your ass. Fuck," Nate grunted, sounding almost pained.

"No touching," she replied coyly. "Not without permission."

"I'll take what I can get," Nate groaned. There was a pause, and Nolan couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next.

Grace was quiet for a few moments. "You can... You can push against it a bit. Feel me... But no touching. Yet..."

"Are you... are you trying to give me permission to touch that perfect ass?" Nate asked.

"No," she replied, a hint of laughter in her voice. "I'm letting you rub your cock on top of the fabric. But no hands allowed."

"Fuck," Nate grunted, sounding frustrated as hell. "Yes ma'am..."

Nolan was desperate to release his own erection, to jerk the hell off, but he was afraid any movement, either of him grunting or his zipper, would disrupt the scene taking place probably less than five feet from him. Nate's grunts told him that he hadn't wasted any time and that he had his thick meat pressed firmly between the cheeks of Grace's amazing ass. He couldn't quite hear what they said next. Grace said something and then giggled, and then Nate responded in a whisper that was impossible to discern. Grace chuckled in response again. The sound of flesh slapping flesh soon followed, and then Nate let out a grunt, followed by Grace's soft giggles and a few words.

"You've got to be quiet or someone will figure out what a bad girl I'm being, getting dry humped by her dirty old neighbor," Grace cooed softly.

Nate groaned. There was no doubt that his big, meaty dick was getting rubbed against her clothed crack. Grace's breathing was heavy, her soft moans mixing with the grunts from the older man. Nolan couldn't see the pair, but the image he conjured was clear in his mind, Grace's tight leggings and her round ass getting split apart by his thick cock, and Nate, hunched over her, fighting the urge to grab her ass.

As if on cue, "Hands to yourself, mister," Grace said.

"I just needed the leverage," Nate excused. But then he seemed to discard the need for a justification. "And you didn't mind it last time... me grabbing you and guiding you how I wanted you on my cock."

"That was just a little," Grace pouted. Nolan knew then she was putting it on a bit extra because she knew Nolan could hear them. "And I felt so bad afterwards. You know how guilty you made me feel. I had to go shower and wash you off of me."

"And now you're begging for more," Nate groaned. He sounded like a desperate animal. "This is my favourite part. The moment your resolve breaks and you start pushing boundaries."

"And why's that, handsome?" Grace asked. The pet name for the older man made Nolan shudder.

"Because then it's just a matter of time," he grinned. Nolan could tell the other man was gloating by the way Grace responded, her sigh of exasperation. "And this isn't breaking the rules, right? It's only clothed."

"I don't know," Grace said, sounding a little hesitant. There was another long pause, and then she continued. "You're such a bad influence. I'm not sure if I want to keep going. I'm a good girl, after all, and I have a boyfriend, and I shouldn't be doing this..." Grace teased.

Nolan was kind of pissed hearing how Nate tried to talk Grace out of respecting the rules, but his trust in Grace, and the excitement it created outweighed his frustrations.

"Fuck, baby... Just a little more," Nate groaned. "I'll be good, I promise."

"I'm not sure," Grace replied. "You're a dirty man, Nate."

"I'll make it worth your while, I swear," he said, his voice strained.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," she replied. "But... I don't think I can trust you to behave."

There was a pause, and Nolan could hear the sound of flesh against fabric. The two must have been continuing their dry-humping despite her words. "What if we do like we did, but without those leggings? I still won't be touching you," Nate grunted. Grace hesitated.

"I'm not wearing any underwear," she confessed in a small voice.

Nate groaned and then let out a long, tortured breath. Nolan's mind was racing. His heart was beating hard in his chest. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he could feel a wet spot forming. Was this really happening?

"Fine, fine, fine," Grace said. "But no touching. And keep it to the outside, okay?"

Nolan could hear the sound of a zipper and the sound of Nate's belt buckle hitting the floor. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Grace actually going to let Nate rub himself on her bare skin? Wasn't that incredibly risky?

"Of course, baby, of course," Nate groaned.

Nolan heard a small gasp from Grace, followed by a moan from Nate. "Fuck, baby, your ass is amazing."

"Keep it on the outside," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Don't put anything inside me."

"Of course, baby, of course," Nate repeated, his voice a low growl.

The sound of Nate's buckle hit the floor as he stepped completely out of his pants beat against Nolan's ears like a drumbeat. Nolan could then hear the sound of heavy flesh slapping against heavier flesh. He could hear the sound of her breathing heavily, her soft moans mixing with the grunts of the older man.

"You're so fucking sexy," Nate growled.

"Mmmm," Grace moaned, a little loudly. "I know..."

"I'm not even touching you. Just giving you what you need. What a good little girl like you craves," Nate groaned. The sounds of his cock sliding in the crevice between Grace's asscheeks filled the space of their shared balcony, with Nolan having a front-row seat to the action. 

He never envisioned himself picturing another man's cock, but here he sat, imagining Nate's foreskin getting pulled back and forth as he humped Grace's naked ass cheeks, and his girlfriend getting frustrated from the proximity but the lack of the actual action, the feeling of a real cock driving her mad, with the added thrill of cheating, even if it was just a little. Her ass looked perfect those leggings, but now Nolan pictured them around her knees, and Nate's cock sandwiched in between her ass.

"It feels so big and nice," Grace said, her voice high-pitched. "God, it would feel so good inside me."

"Wouldn't it," Nate groaned. "Just imagine how good I could fuck you."

"God," Grace gasped. "I want to. I want you to. But I can't."

"You can," Nate breathed. "You're already doing so well. You're such a good little girl. So perfect. So obedient. So fucking sexy."

"Mmm," Grace moaned. "I know. I know. But I can't. Not yet."

Faintly, through the sounds of them talking and the jostling of clothes, Nolan picked up a sound he hadn't really registered before, but one that made his heart skip a beat. The faint, almost indiscernible sound of a hand rubbing against Grace's ass. It was quiet and subtle, but it was there, and it made Nolan's heart skip a beat. Grace had said no hands, but she didn't seem to be complaining.

"Fuck," Grace gasped. "Your hands are so big. Fuck, they feel good."

"Does that mean I can keep going?" Nate asked. There was a hint of humour in his voice, as if he knew that Grace wanted to say yes.

"Yes," she moaned. "Just... stay on the outside."

Nate chuckled and then groaned. Nolan could hear the sounds of their bodies colliding, flesh against flesh, and he could hear Grace's soft moans as Nate continued to rub his dick between her asscheeks.

"Fuck, baby, your ass is so fucking perfect," Nate growled. There was a brief pause. "And you're so fucking wet for me–"

"Nate..." Grace said. Her voice was a warning. She didn't want him to go too far.

"I know, I know," Nate chuckled. He sounded amused. "I won't. But I can tell you want it. You're dripping, baby."

"Shut up," she whined. "And don't do that again."

"I just wanted to feel how wet you were for me. I wasn't even in you," Nate said. Nolan's heart skipped a beat. Had he stuck his tip against Grace's opening? Or had he just touched it with his fingers? Either way, it sounded like it was a close call.

"Just because I'm wet doesn't mean anything," Grace replied, her voice strained.

"I know," Nate chuckled.  His voice was low and husky, and Nolan could hear the desire in it. "I know... But fuck, it feels good."

Nolan was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Grace had actually let Nate touch her pussy. She had said no hands, and Nate had somehow ended up getting away with it. Nolan grabbed his phone and called Grace. To his dismay, Grace's phone was in their apartment. He could hear it. Could she? If so, she didn't make any signs that she did.

Nate's groans filled the air as he continued to hump Grace's naked ass, his cock sliding between her cheeks. The sound of his heavy cock slapping against her skin made Nolan's blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to punch Nate square in the jaw, but he knew that Grace was still in control, despite the sudden changes to the situation.

"Fuck, baby," Grace groaned. There was a pause. "That feels so good..."

"I know, baby. It feels great for me too," Nate groaned. "How about we take this to the lounger? I want you on top of me, facing me, so that I can feel you slide that perfect ass up and down my cock."

"Mmhm, I think that would work..." Grace replied. There was a long silence, and Nolan could only guess that they were moving towards the loungers. Nolan could hear some slight movements, the sounds of shoes against the floor. Then, he could hear the sound of wood scraping against the wood.

He held his breath as he heard the sound of someone getting up onto the chair, their bodies moving against the material. Nolan could hear the soft sound of fabric rustling as they adjusted themselves, and then he could hear the distinct sound of Nate's cock rubbing against Grace's naked skin once again.

"Fuck. Look at me. Look into my eyes as you sit on my big cock," Nate commanded. Grace moaned.

"I'd rather have you on top," she purred, her voice thick with desire.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, a little hesitant, his voice breathy. There was a short silence. Grace didn't respond. "Are you?" he repeated. Nolan heard a small grunt, followed by a heavy sigh from Nate, and he could hear them both move around on the chair so that Nate would instead be on top of Grace. This gave away so much control...

There were more movements, more bodies sliding against the material.

"That's a girl," Nate breathed.

Nolan's mind went to overdrive as he listened, his heart hammering. He wanted nothing more than to know exactly what was taking place. He was almost shaking. The sound of the movement, the subtle creaking of the lounger, the heavy breaths and moans, were the only hints that were given.

The sound of their bodies slapping together was all that he could really hear, and it was driving him wild.

As their movements intensified, Nolan heard Nate talk in a low voice. Luckily, as they had moved to the lounger, Nolan had moved closer to the matted wall. Not too close, because then Nate would see his silhouette.

"What are we doing?" Nate breathed.

"Shhh," Grace gasped. "It's okay. We can just grind. You just can't go inside me, baby."

Nolan heard the sound of her pushing up, her voice higher and more needy than it had been. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other was louder and more rhythmic than ever, and Nolan felt his stomach twist as the reality of the situation set in.

What was actually happening was more serious than just a bit of fun. Grace was letting Nate get away with so much. What would it be next time? No, he had to trust her. She wasn't an idiot. But the little bit of jealously mixed with the excitement in him was making his head spin.

"Princess, if you let me..."

"No!" Grace interjected, her voice insistent.

There was a brief moment of silence. Nolan's breath caught as he heard them both pause, their breathing shallow and heavy. He could only guess that Nate was trying to move forward, but Grace wasn't having any of it.

"I'll make it feel so good," Nate finally said. "I won't... I promise I won't push inside, I won't fuck you, but... Let me grind just the tip against you... I want to tease your pussy while you grind against it..."

Grace was silent, her breathing ragged. It was clear that her resolve was crumbling as their bodies stayed locked together. She was considering the offer. Nate seemed to sense an opportunity.

"Fuck, baby, you can't imagine how amazing it feels against you. Imagine how good it would feel... Pressed up against your slit, pressed between your soft lips, threatening to break the rules... Do you want me to grind up against your pussy, princess?"

There was a long moment of silence and Nolan was on the edge. The anticipation of the answer was killing him. He was shocked and excited and felt dirty and in the wrong and extremely turned on all at once. He couldn't decide whether this was exciting or terrifying, and yet it was both. His whole body was reacting, the mixture of fear and jealousy and lust swirling in his stomach. He had a good idea what the answer was.

Nate chuckled in his ear. Nolan hated how arrogant he was. If Grace said yes... "You're here being such a brute, pushing the rules, tempting me to do what I really shouldn't do... Just stop, Nate. Please. I don't know if I can say no again."

"But is saying no the answer?" Nate grinned.

Another long pause, except for the sound of their sensitive skin rubbing against one another. Was it really the answer? Nolan swallowed, feeling his mouth suddenly very dry, his throat raspy and rough. He couldn't see the two, and his imagination had to conjure up the images of them entangled in a heated moment, locked in a desperate battle, wanting more, the rules pushed to the limit. His body was reacting in a confusing mix of emotions, the hot need pulsating from his core, as the shame washed over him. It was all such a mess... He shouldn't be turned on…

And yet he was. The idea of watching his girlfriend betray him, with his own consent, made him quiver and grow, in spite of the pain the thought would normally elicit. Was this a testament how powerful this fetish could be? It seemed like his inhibition had completely dissolved, the rule breaking had become just a sexy thing for both of them.

"Well..." Nate said, his voice heavy. Nolan couldn't see him, but he could hear the smug smirk and condescension. Nate seemed to think that Grace was going to say yes. That's why he seemed to double down on her and be the brute she accused him of. Nolan wouldn't be surprised if it was indeed a tactic. To get Grace riled up...

"Maybe..." Grace gasped. Her breathing was laboured. She was hesitating. "Maybe just a little..."

"It'll feel so good," Nate groaned.

"Oh my god," Grace whined, her voice a little strained. Her breaths were coming fast and heavy. Nolan didn't dare even breathe. "Fucking... Fuck." She gasped for breath. "Yeah, yes, a little, alright? Not all the way... Don't... Just the tip, okay? Don't go inside me..."

"Of course, sweetheart," he crooned, his voice honey-like, sticky and saccharine sweet. "I would never dream of breaking your trust."

He paused for a moment and chuckled softly, and Nolan could almost imagine the look he must have had, his smirking and dangerous eyes burning. He knew what was going to happen. The older man was going to try to fuck Grace. He was going to try to fuck her until she begged for more.

"I can feel you're so wet," he said, a little louder, a bit more insistent.

"No," Grace said. She sounded a little breathless.

"No?" he replied, feigning innocence. "But... I can feel it..."

"Stop," Grace said. Her voice was firm.

Nolan felt a surge of relief, a brief but powerful feeling that flooded his veins, the tension draining away. But then he heard something else, the low, slow and deliberate sound of a hard dick being pushed against a slick pussy. It was the faintest noise, but it was there. The idea of it was intoxicating.

"Grace..." Nate groaned, sounding desperate. Nolan heard a small gasp from Grace, followed by a small, soft moan. That was all it took.

"I'll leave you hanging, blue balls and all, if you don't," Grace warned. Nolan wanted to let out a celebratory cry, feeling utterly proud of how strong his girlfriend was. For a moment, even Nolan had doubted the strength of his own girlfriend. "Get off of me."

"Fuck, baby," Nate groaned. "You're driving me nuts. I can't imagine how Nolan has it with you."

"He respects my boundaries," Grace retorted, and once again, Nolan felt his heart swell. She was doing so good. She was making sure that Nate knew that she was in charge, that he had no power over her.

"Look, princess," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Don't princess me. Sit down, or I'll walk away." Grace demanded, her voice stern. There was a moment of silence.

"Fine," Nate grunted, and Nolan could hear the lounger creak as he sat down, probably on a chair next to the lounger they had been on. "Fine. But that doesn't mean we can't have fun. I mean, you're supposed to get me off."

"And you're supposed to not be an asshole. What's up with that? One moment you're understanding and reflective, now a complete horndog," Grace said.

"Well, you bring it out. And don't pretend like you don't like it when I'm an asshole," Nate responded with a cocky chuckle.

"Just... Come here, and let me make you feel better. And no more touching," Grace demanded. "Or I'll stop."

"I wouldn't dare," Nate chuckled.

Nolan heard the sound of Grace getting up, her body moving off of her lounger and then the sound of her soft steps as she walked to Nate. He was probably sitting on the chair. Nolan's heart was racing, his cock throbbing in his pants. Was she really going to pleasure him after pissing her off? After he had tried to push the boundaries?

"Come here," she said softly, her voice a soft whisper. "Let's make you feel better. You have a beautiful cock, Nate. Big, hard, and thick. But I'm the one in control, and you have to remember that."

"Of course, Grace," Nate said, his voice a low groan. There was a pause, a small moment of hesitation. "Fuck, that's it."

"Like this?" Grace asked. The sound of her small hand sliding up and down Nate's thick, long shaft was audible. Her breath was coming faster, and Nolan could imagine her soft, delicate hand, wrapped tightly around the thick meat of the older man's dick, moving in a steady rhythm. His own cock was throbbing in his pants, and he was dying to pull it out and stroke it. He was so turned on.

"Yes, princess," Nate groaned. "Just like that."

"God, you're such an asshole," Grace purred, her voice a little higher, a little more strained, her breath coming a little faster. The slick sound of her hand moving was louder now.

"But I'm your asshole, aren't I?" Nate groaned, his voice a low, deep rumble.

Grace didn't respond, but instead increased her pace, her hand moving faster. There was a long moment of silence, and the sound of her hand moving faster, his cock being stroked harder and harder. Without any sort of announcement, why would there be, Nolan heard the rhythmic sounds get ever wetter, Grace's moans muffled and soft, and Nate's louder. She must've started going down on him. Her slurping was only getting louder, her soft moans louder, and Nate's breath ragged.

"Ah shit," he grunted.

The sounds were wetter, messier, sloppier. Grace moaning. Nolan heard her really getting into it. Perhaps she actually liked the taste? Was she enjoying how she was pleasuring the big brute? Was this how it had been with them every time they hooked up? Being present for it was so different from when Grace told him about it.

Grace was enjoying herself, and she was being a bit more vocal than usual, her moans getting louder, and the sloppy sounds of his cock getting slurped on were ever-present. The moans were perhaps the worst part. Slightly exasperated by the passion of her own work, yet eager. It was the sound of someone who was enjoying pleasuring their partner. It was a sound that made him quiver. His whole body was on fire, his heart beating fast, his breathing ragged.

His cock was throbbing, his balls tight, as he listened to the sounds of Grace's mouth wrapped around the thick, hard flesh of the man who was almost twice her age, who had been trying to fuck her only moments before. She was still dedicated to making sure he was satisfied, despite the rules being pushed to their limits. Nolan had to give her credit for her commitment. She had a task and was going to make sure she did it well, no matter the circumstances. That was a testament to her dedication... to him.

"God, your mouth feels so good," Nate groaned. "Keep sucking, princess. Just like that. Fuck."

"Mmmhmmm," Grace moaned around his dick.

"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to cum in your mouth. You're going to swallow it all like a good girl, aren't you?"

He was being so crude and domineering. Grace wasn't responding. She was too busy sucking him off. Her moans were muffled by his dick, but Nolan could still hear her soft, desperate moans. She was enjoying herself.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Nate moaned, his voice a low growl. There was a moment of silence. The sound of Grace's mouth was loud, but the only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Nate grunting softly. 

Nolan could obviously not see it, but Nate was probably cumming in Grace's mouth. He could hear it, the wet, sloppy sound of Grace's mouth being filled with Nate's cum. The sound of her swallowing it all, taking all of his seed.

"Fuck," Nate moaned. "That's it, baby. Keep sucking. Take it all."

Grace didn't slow down. She was still moaning, though a little quieter, the sound of her mouth working, slurping and sucking, and the sound of her swallowing. It was slow and sensual, her swallowing audible, the sound of her throat contracting as she gulped down his hot, thick load. The sound of her wet mouth was loud.

"God damn," Nate moaned. 

The sound of Grace sucking him was slowing down, and a few moments later, she seemed to be done. "There. You happy now?" she asked, her voice a little breathy.

"Fucking ecstatic," Nate chuckled, his voice low and husky. "You're such a good girl."

"I am, aren't I?" she cooed. "You tried to fuck me, and still got your dick sucked."

"I couldn't help myself, sweetheart. You're too fucking tempting. But that's not my fault. I'm not the one parading around, teasing and taunting," he smirked. Nolan could imagine him sitting back in his chair, so satisfied with his performance. "Now, let me get you off in return, eh?"

"Absolutely not," Grace chuckled. "You've had enough fun for now. I'm going to take a shower and clean up. Then I'm heading home."

"You're a goddamn tease," he groaned.

"I am, aren't I?" Grace chuckled. "See you soon, big guy."

*

The sex that immediately commenced afterwards was frantic, hot, and heavy. After she showered, Grace came out to him and pushed him down on the floor, stripped off her clothes, and climbed on top of him. She rode him fast and hard, the sounds of her moaning and groaning filling the apartment. She came hard and fast, and Nolan followed soon after, his body shaking and shuddering as he came inside her.

After a quick shower, the two of them retreated to their bed, Grace immediately taking the lead. She lay back on her back in the middle of the bed, her hand in Nolan's hair, eyes closed, while she held him in just the right spot. His tongue was working on her clit, his fingers inside her. He was doing exactly what she wanted and needed. He was doing exactly what she told him. He was being a good boyfriend.

"God," she groaned, her hips grinding and pushing. "I was so close."

"Did you want to?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper. He was so eager to please her.

"I'm sorry, but yes," Grace panted. She wasn't sure how he'd react. "I wanted to, but I didn't. Fuck, he was so annoying, pushing, but I just knew if I let him, that he would've fucked the hell out of me. I almost wanted to. Fuck, I wanted him to. But I knew it wouldn't be right."

"I know," he breathed. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or not. He was so turned on, but the idea that his girlfriend had almost let another man fuck her was so arousing and so terrifying at the same time. Grace had slept with him before, and knew how good Nate could do it, so it was a great feat for her to be able to refuse it. "I tried to call you for a second, thinking it was going to happen... to stop it."

"Shit, you did?" 

"Yeah, but your phone was in our living room," Nolan chuckled.

"Fuck... I'm sorry. I didn't even hear it." She paused. "So... You're okay?"

"Fuck," Nolan moaned. "I'm turned on, Grace. God, I was so nervous and scared, but now... God, I'm so turned on. You were such a good girl. You didn't let him fuck you. You kept him in check. God, I love you. You're so amazing." Nolan's words were spilling out of him, his mouth and brain working in tandem. "I mean, one part of me hated that he pushed so much, and that you wanted it so much you'd want to go ahead like that. But the other part of me knew that you'd feel so good, and that's all that mattered. You'd be satisfied, and he'd have been so good. But I'm so happy you were strong and made the right decision."

"And if I had?"

"If you had?" he asked.

"Yeah, fucked him. Would you have stopped it?" Grace whispered, her voice low.

"I... I don't think so," he breathed. "I would've been so turned on, hearing you getting pounded by him."

"Oh my god, that's so hot," Grace groaned, her hips grinding and pushing against his mouth. Her grip in his hair tightened. "Fuck. If I had let him, I would've been screaming in pleasure, and it would've been so wrong, and so right at the same time."

Nolan couldn't believe his ears. She was actually fantasizing about it. While he was eating her out, she was thinking about fucking another man in front of him. The idea of her fucking him while thinking about that was so hot, so arousing.

"Oh, god," she groaned. "I would've been so bad, but it would've felt so good. His cock would've been so deep, so good."

"Mmmm," Nolan moaned into her pussy. He could feel her juices flowing, her pussy tightening around his fingers. "But you sounded royally pissed," he said, working her expertly with his hand.

"I was!"

"And you still blew him?" Nolan challenged. Grace gasped, suddenly getting the teasing herself. Nolan was glad he could have that effect on her still. "Bad girl, eh?" he teased. Grace was moaning loudly now, his fingers working her. "You're such a bad girl."

"Oh shut up!" she whimpered. "You fucking love it!"

For the next ten minutes, Nolan continued to work his mouth and his fingers, while Grace moaned and groaned, her voice getting louder and higher, Nolan reminding her of what a naughty girlfriend he had been. It was the perfect storm, her orgasm building and building, her body writhing and wriggling, her thighs shaking, her hands gripping his hair tightly. Finally, her body tensed and quivered, her pussy clenching his fingers, her juices soaking the sheets. Her orgasm was powerful and intense, her body shaking and trembling as she came. Nolan kept at it, prolonging it, until she was finally done, her body relaxing.

"That was good," she whispered. "Really good."

"Mmmm," Nolan moaned into her pussy, giving it one final kiss before climbing on top of her, his cock hard and ready again. She opened her legs for him, and he wasted no time in pushing his cock into her still-quivering pussy. She was so wet, so tight. He began to thrust into her, his hands gripping her thighs.

It didn't take long for them to reach their climax, their bodies entwining and tensing. Grace came first, her body shaking and shuddering as her orgasm hit her. She gripped him tightly, her fingers digging into his skin. He followed soon after, his cock spasming and pulsing inside her. They both stayed there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating.

"That's some start to the weekend," Nolan chuckled into her neck.

"Mmmhmm," she sighed in agreement. "And tomorrow is your very handsome boss's party."

"That's tomorrow?" Nolan asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Grace nodded. "Handsome, eh? Are you growing tired of Nate?"

"No... he's just pissing me off with how... he makes me weak," Grace said, looking a little guilty. "He's so big and thick, and... I feel like I'm betraying you with him."

"But he didn't fuck you today, and that's what matters," Nolan said, kissing her softly.

"Exactly. So, you're still happy with our arrangement?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Nolan replied, kissing her again. He was still on a high from her. "It's so hot. I love it."

"I'm glad. But tomorrow... perhaps I can flirt and tease Mr. Calhoun a bit?" Grace asked. "I don't want to go too far, but I think having a bit of fun with someone else than Nate might be nice..."

"Are you sure?" Nolan asked. This was a surprising suggestion from her.

"Yes," she replied. "I mean, he's a very good-looking man, and it's just for fun, right?"

"Okay. Go for it. You can do what you want with him. Flirt and tease. Just... remember that he's my boss," Nolan said, feeling a little nervous.

"Don't worry. I won't go too far," Grace replied, kissing him softly. "I just think it could be fun."

"Alright, then. Tomorrow, we're going to have some fun," Nolan said, kissing her back.

*

Grace was, despite the steamy sex with Nolan and the even hotter blow job beforehand, rather pissed with Nate. He had overstepped, and he had tried to manipulate her. That wasn't cool, at all, and she needed to make a stand. The way he had treated her had made her feel a little used, and she had felt the need to prove him wrong, to win the upper hand again. He was an arrogant man. It was a turn-on, but it was also a turn-off. She had to teach him that he couldn't get everything that he wanted.

Luckily for her, the perfect opportunity presented itself the next day. It was a Saturday, and her and Nolan were planning on going to Nolan's boss' house, a Mr. Calhoun, for a house party. It was a bit unconventional for a boss to invite his employees to a party, but Grace didn't care, as long as it meant some extra fun for her. She had only met him once, when he visited her on her work site.

He looked pretty young to be a successful businessman, in his mid-twenties at most, and he had a chiseled face, with brown hair and blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, and he had a charming smile. The man was very good-looking. Nolan had described him as a ladies' man, or that women seemed to adore him, and Grace could see why. He was handsome, but also had that aura of power and control that made him so attractive.

The plan was, well, unclear. Grace wanted to make a good impression, but Nolan insisted that casual clothes would be fine. But Josh Calhoun was a well-known designer of everyday clothes, yes, but they always had a certain stylish look to them. They were never too casual. Grace was a little confused. But Nolan didn't seem to care. He just wore a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Grace opted for a simple summer dress with a light jacket on top. It was casual, yet stylish, and it would show off her figure.

Grace was also a bit embarrassed to learn she didn't have any Entrendy products, Calhoun's clothing company, in her wardrobe. She'd avoid the topic. Perhaps her contract on his thirty-acre 'yard' would be enough fodder for small talk. She was a little nervous, but she knew that she could handle herself. She was a good-looking woman, and she had a good head on her shoulders.

As the two of them hopped into Nolan's Ford Equinox, Nolan was fumbling with the keys, eventually getting them into the ignition. He turned, but instead of the engine kicking in as it always did, all he got was a frustrating pause, then a rough sputtering sound. Nolan looked panicked for a second and pressed the gas pedal, but the car jerked and hesitated, barely responding. Nolan frowned, unsure of what was wrong. The engine kept stalling, and he was too clueless to figure out why.

"Something wrong?" Grace asked, a bit more frustrated than she wanted to be. Nolan and his car issues were the last thing she wanted to stress about on their way to his boss's party.

"I don't know. Something's not right," Nolan replied, trying to start it again. "Can't we just take your truck?"

"I'm not letting you near my truck... besides, showing up in a pick-up at this party wouldn't be right."

Nolan was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed. He was trying to figure out the problem, but he had no idea. Grace was getting impatient. They were going to be late. What kind of impression would this leave? Why couldn't Nolan just be more careful with his car? Was it too much to ask to get to his boss's party on time?

"Call Nate," Grace sighed, realizing this was the only option.

"What?"

"Maybe he'll drive us," Grace said, the frustration clear on her face. "You don't know shit about cars." A pang of guilt shot through her for giving her man such a bad time about it, but it was utterly annoying that they couldn't go a week without car issues. "Is he invited?"

"He is, but he didn't want to go," Nolan said, defeated. Nolan sighed, and he reached for his phone. Grace was right. They were going to be late. He couldn't let her down. She was already stressed out enough.

"Hey, Nate," Nolan said, after dialing his number. "No, no, nothing's wrong... No, we're fine. It's just that... Well, my car won't start. I don't know. It's making a weird noise and won't start... Yeah, we're going to Josh's party... Yeah, yeah, that would be great. We can pay you back for gas... Okay, thanks."

Nolan ended the call and turned to Grace, a look of relief on his face. "He'll do it."

"Great," she sighed.

The drive was awkward, with Nate being his usual self. He kept looking at Grace in the rear-view mirror. She couldn't tell if he was trying to make eye contact, or if he was just checking out her legs under the short summer dress. She tried to ignore him, but it was difficult. He was always there, always watching. His eyes were on her, his gaze burning into her skin. She wished she had worn pants or something that covered her better, but now it was too late.

Nolan noticed, of course, but tried to act indifferent. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to confront the older man in the car while he was driving them to his boss' house. It would've been a bit awkward. But he did give him the occasional look of disapproval, and even Grace noticed. It was a bit of a relief, knowing that her boyfriend was looking out for her.

As they arrived, Grace's heart raced. As they drove up to the gate, she could see a large, modern mansion. The mansion was built with what was probably concrete and glass, and it had an ultra-modern, futuristic feel to it. It was impressive and intimidating. They walked up to the large entrance and were greeted by the host, Calhoun. He looked absolutely amazing in a white suit that showed off his athletic physique. His blue eyes were bright, and his smile was warm and inviting.

"Hey there," he said, reaching out to shake Nolan's hand. "Nolan, great to see you."

"Hey, boss. Nice party," Nolan replied, smiling. "This is my girlfriend, Grace."

"Fiance, you should say," Josh laughed, slapping Nolan on the back. Despite being younger than Nolan by perhaps as much as five years, he was definitely more of a leader. "Great to have you both. I heard you stopped by to check out my backyard?"

"I did. But you weren't home," Grace replied. Josh chuckled, and she could tell he was checking her out. She was happy that her dress was a bit on the shorter side, showing off her amazing legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and she knew that he would be able to see a little bit more of her than he'd expected. "I was quite surprised by the size of the project."

"I can imagine," he replied. "It's going to be amazing. You know, I can't wait. I was thinking a small creek? With ducks and carp? Some bridges?"

"Sure, but it's going to cost," Grace replied.

"Oh, money is no issue. Just make it perfect for me," Josh chuckled.

"You can count on it," Grace smiled. "So, this is your first house, or did you upgrade?"

"No, this is my first. Sometimes I wish I hadn't gone so overboard. It's a bit big," Josh said, rubbing his neck and looking a bit embarrassed. "Nate! Didn't see you there!"

"Heh, just checking out your cars. Didn't think you'd remember my name," the older man grunted. He was dressed in a regular button-up Hawaiian shirt and some khaki shorts. He looked like he didn't belong.

"Well, I hired you. Of course, I'd know who you are," Josh laughed.

Nolan and Grace entered the mansion and were greeted by the sounds of music and chatter. People were mingling, eating, drinking, and laughing, and there was a good vibe to the party. The place was full of young, beautiful people, and it was clear that this was going to be an enjoyable night. Grace was still pissed with Nate, and now frustrated with Nolan, so some flirting and teasing would certainly be a welcome distraction.

"Let's get a drink," Nolan suggested, and the two of them headed to the bar.

"Sure," Grace replied.

As they waited, Grace couldn't help but notice how many of the women stole glances toward the host. Even the married once. Well, they had rings on their fingers, so it was a good guess. Grace couldn't blame them. He was a bit of a curiosity.

"Linda," Nolan greeted to a short brunette with nice onyx-gray eyes across the bar. "You're the bartender?"

"No, he's busy mingling," Linda smiled. Was this Mrs. Calhoun?

"He mans the bar himself?" Grace chuckled. Linda gave a nod.

"He thinks it's an easy way to make a lot of small talk with a lot of people," Linda explained. "You're Grace?"

"My name exceeds me," Grace smiled, extending a hand. "Grace Harris."

"Linda," Linda said."But don't let me bore you. We'll talk again. Probably. Go mingle."

"Will do," Grace smiled, taking over the drinks Linda had made them.

Nolan and Grace mingled indeed. They also, while trying not to be too obvious, explored the facilities a bit. They had never been inside a house like this. There was a huge kitchen area combined with a huge lounge area, with a giant glass wall facing a pool. The pool had a bathhouse, a deck, a hot tub corner, everything. And beyond that, the yard Grace was contracted to work on. She honestly would probably have to hire someone for the amount of work she was getting, but it was such a responsibility. What if the poor schmuck had to go without pay because Grace only wants to grow plants and not worry about the bitch that was running a company?

"Grace?" Nolan asked.

"Did I space out?" Grace said, chuckling. She had. She had been staring out at the yard.

"Should we join the pool, or do you have other plans?"

"Well..." Grace began. "Didn't you want me to flirt a bit?"

Nolan chuckled. "I did, didn't I?"

"Then I'll see you around. Have fun," Grace said. Nolan was a bit taken aback. He didn't really expect her to just leave him hanging. Then again, it wasn't like they had come to the party to spend time with each other. They were there to have fun. Grace wanted to have fun with Josh Calhoun.

*

Nolan stood there, alone. A bit confused. He had a drink in one hand, and the other was hanging limp at his side. He looked around, and saw a group of his coworkers, and they were chatting and laughing. He wanted to go over, but he wanted to see what Grace would do... but she couldn't very well hang over her like that if she were to flirt. People here knew he was her boyfriend.

It struck Nolan then. What would people think when Grace flirted with their boss? Grace had never been one to be shy. She was always outspoken and direct. She was always up for a challenge, and she was always willing to push the envelope. And that was what she was doing now. Or would she try someone else first? It was a bit nerve-wracking, not knowing how Grace would behave.

"Ah, Nolan, you came!" a deep, cheerful voice called out. It was a guy from work, his supervisor in the PR department, named Sean. He was an African-American, a big guy with a bit of a beer belly, but also a friendly face and a deep voice. He was a good guy, and Nolan liked working with him. He was a good supervisor, and he was always helpful, but he was also a bit of a goofball. He was always cracking jokes, and he was always making people laugh. "And you brought the missus, too!"

"She's around," Nolan said. Sean was one of the few who knew they were more than friends. "We're not married."

"Ah, sorry! Grace, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. She's the one working on the backyard here," Nolan explained.

"Oh, I see! That's cool," Sean said. He looked around, and then he smiled. "Well, come join the rest of us!"

"Sure," Nolan said. He didn't want to be left out, and he wanted to have a good time. It was nice of his boss to invite him to a party at his mansion. He was a bit of a celebrity, and he was always trying to be friendly and approachable. Nolan wasn't sure if that was the best strategy, but it was working for him. And he was a pretty good boss, too.

The group that Sean led him to was a group of young men and women, all of whom were employees of Entrendy. Most of them were in their twenties, and they were all dressed in stylish and fashionable clothes, which was no surprise, as Entrendy was a clothing company. They were all friendly and outgoing, and they were all excited to see Nolan. It wasn't the biggest company, and Calhoun Holding worked pretty closely with Entrendy, so a lot of them knew each other.

The group was sitting around the kitchen island, and they were all drinking and talking. Nolan grabbed a beer from a cooler and joined them. As he sat down, he couldn't help but look around for Grace. He didn't know why, but he was curious to see what she was up to. He wasn't worried, per se, but he was a bit apprehensive. Grace was a confident woman, and she was always up for a challenge, and he wasn't sure how she was going to behave at the party. And if she was going to flirt, then with whom?

It also didn't help on his nerves that Grace was a bit pissed at him and Nate. The two of them had been pushing things too far, and he was worried that she was going to do something that she would regret. But then again, this was Grace, and he trusted her.

"So, how's the new campaign going, Nolan?" Sean asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Any news on the launch?"

"Well, the launch date is set, and we're still on schedule. The campaign is coming along nicely, and we're almost ready to go. We're still tweaking some things, but we're getting there. I've been working a lot with marketing lately," Nolan said. "I think we're going to be ready to launch the new line in a few weeks. It's a really exciting project. Luna landed a few models that will make those blue-collar folks drool over the new workwear. She also managed to get a couple of influencers on board, too."

"Wow, that's great! I can't wait to see the final product," Sean said.

Nolan nodded and took a sip of his drink. He glanced around the room again, looking for Grace. He spotted her a few moments later, standing in the middle of a small group. She was laughing and talking with them, and she looked like she was having a good time. She was wearing a simple summer dress, and she looked gorgeous. The dress showed off her amazing body, and her legs were long and toned. He couldn't help but stare at her, admiring her beauty. He was a lucky man to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

She was talking to some people from the marketing team, and they were all laughing and joking around. Nolan felt a sense of relief wash over him to see her in a good mood. She had made her rounds with some of Nolan's co-workers. Maybe she would be good after all.

He felt his stomach sink when a familiar figure approached the group. Josh Calhoun, their boss, had come out to the patio, towering over the group, oblivious to the admiring stares. He smiled and nodded as he made his way around, chatting with a few people along the way. Nolan knew he had nothing to worry about, as their boss was known for his charming personality. It was no secret that he was popular with the ladies, but he was a good guy. While Grace would probably earn a few glances from his boss, Nolan sort of doubted that Josh Calhoun would try to put the moves on his subordinate's partner.

Grace spotted Nolan watching her, and she smiled. It wasn't a sweet, affectionate smile, but a devious grin that was meant to be mischievous and playful. She turned away from Nolan, her long hair swinging behind her. He felt his stomach flutter. Grace was a confident and sexy woman, and it was no surprise that Josh Calhoun would find her appealing.

Josh approached the group that Grace was chatting with, and immediately started chatting them up. The women seemed to enjoy his company. It was hard not to be drawn to his charming personality and handsome face. Nolan couldn't hear them, as they stood out on the pool deck, but Grace went from mischievous and playful to being hooked on what Josh was talking about.

As he chatted, Grace's face seemed to lighten up with genuine interest. 

"You're really going to let her do that?" Nate said, suddenly appearing next to Nolan. "Flirt and tease with your fucking boss, that is?"

"What?" Nolan asked, a bit annoyed. He didn't appreciate his girlfriend flirting with another man, let alone his boss. "She wouldn't. And besides... He wouldn't. She's my girlfriend."

"He's fucking loaded, young, handsome, and has an entire army of sluts at his beck and call," Nate chuckled. "A guy like him would have no trouble taking Grace home."

"Oh, come on. What, are you jealous?" Nolan teased.

"I'm just saying, Josh is a real threat," Nate said, clearly a bit flustered. Nolan had never seen that in him, not that he could recall.

"And you're not, is what you're saying," Nolan concluded.

"No. What, no, absolutely not," Nate started.

"Want my drink? It has booze in it, and I'm on a diet of beer and water for the night," Nolan said.

"Why?" Nate grunted.

"Well... Grace doesn't like it when I get too drunk. I'm already on thin ice with the car fucking up again," Nolan said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"You let her control you, don't you? That's fucked up. If you want a drink, have a drink," Nate scoffed.

Nate was probably right, Nolan thought. But Nolan couldn't stand to have Grace mad at him. She was his rock, his best friend. He couldn't imagine a life without her.

Grace was laughing at something that Josh had said, and Nolan couldn't help but smile. It was good to see that Grace was enjoying herself. He could only hope that it would last for the duration of the party.

"So, what do you think, Nolan? You gonna let him?" Nate pressed.

"Look, Nate, it's complicated," Nolan said, feeling a little uneasy. He didn't really know how to answer. "We're having some fun. Grace gets a rush out of the taboo. And I guess..."

"You like seeing her show off for others?" Nate finished.

"Well... Yes," Nolan trailed off. He didn't really want to talk to Nate about his sex life, and especially not about Grace's sexual interests. She was his girlfriend, and she was his best friend, and he didn't want to discuss her like she was some kind of sex object, and least of all with someone like Nate.

"So... What's the longevity on this exploration of you and Grace's?" Nate asked. It made sense that he hoped to know, given he was as involved as he was.

"Nate... Look, can you not be nosy?" Nolan asked.

"Hey, you need me for your weird sex stuff. I just wanna know when I'll stop," Nate grunted defensively. It wasn't something Nolan really wanted to talk about. "I mean, eventually you'll want to settle down, right? Get married, get kids, a house with a yard, a dog, that stuff?"

"Honestly, that's the life I'm living to achieve," Nolan said in a weak moment of sincerity. Nate's eyes shifted a bit. This was perhaps the most open moment they'd had as friends.

Nolan turned back to Grace, as he watched her smile and chat. She was wearing a cute little summer dress, and he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Not of her. But of Josh. He was having such an easy time chatting her up while he was stuck talking to Nate.

His conversation partner was still looking at him in the way that made him feel uncomfortable, so Nolan quickly took a sip of his drink.

"I mean, who wouldn't want Grace as their housewife? Don't you want to come home to a clean house and a ready-to-fuck Grace?" Nate asked.

"Well yeah, but..." Nolan started, "I already have that. And Grace wants her independence, I guess."

"Yeah, she sure does."

"But look at her," Nolan said, motioning to Grace, "look how beautiful she is. And she can talk to anyone and demand their attention."

Nate said nothing.

"She's just so great," Nolan said, unable to stop gushing over his girlfriend. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she looked so gorgeous in that short little summer dress. "But you knew that. She's the love of my life."

There was a beat, and the silence that followed made him nervous. But Nate merely chuckled. "Incredible how you guys make it work," he muttered, shaking his head in what seemed like astonishment. Or envy? Was Nate jealous of Nolan's relationship with Grace? "Hey, if you ever need help in getting those kids, I’m happy to lend a hand. Or cock."

"Oh fuck, you're the worst," Nolan sighed. He was sure Nate meant it both literally and figuratively. He could imagine Nate trying to impregnate Grace, and he didn't even want to entertain the thought.

"Hey, it's the least I can do, being the third wheel and all that," Nate shrugged. 

"You need to find a girl of your own."

"Too much work, and too little to gain," Nate grunted. Nolan couldn't help but laugh. It was such a typical Nate thing to say. "Besides, I have Grace to look at. She's a fine woman."

"But Grace isn't yours," Nolan chuckled dismissively.

"Not yet!" Nate croaked. "I'm just kidding, man."

"Fuck... I'm going to get another beer," Nolan muttered, realizing that his bottle was empty.

As Nolan walked over to the bar, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. It wasn't that he was jealous, per se, but he was a bit nervous. Nate and Grace had been hooking up, and it seemed that Grace was starting to get more and more interested in other men. It wasn't that Nolan was opposed to the idea, per se, but it was a bit nerve-wracking. They hadn't really discussed it, and he wasn't sure how to bring it up. 

And now Nate was taunting him, Josh was flirting with her, and Nolan wasn't sure how to react. He had told Grace she could flirt and tease Josh, but now that he was watching it happen, he wasn't sure if he had made the right choice. But she wasn't just flirting with Josh, she was doing it so openly, with no regard for the fact that she had a boyfriend. Was this a test for her to show Nolan that she was desirable and wanted by other men? If so, it was a success. Grace was definitely desirable and wanted, and Nolan could see that. But he wasn't sure if that's what she was going for, or if she was just having fun. He couldn't deny that seeing her flirt with other men was making him a bit jealous.

If this was to let Nolan know he had to cherish her, it was completely unnecessary. He worshipped the ground she walked on, and the feet that carried her. His love for her was why seeing her with other men was so potent.

"I gotta take that car to the shop," Nolan muttered.

"I can take a look. Save you a bit of money," Nate said, hurriedly. Had he followed him?

Nolan looked over at Grace, and how Josh now almost towered over her as she seemed to have moved closer to him. A smile was on her lips. It was a smile she had often given Nolan. A smile he cherished, and that made his heart flutter. And seeing her giving it to his boss was a bit of a shock.

"Fuck this," Nate suddenly said, and marched away into the crowd. What was his deal?

Nolan watched as Grace's gaze flickered from Josh's face to Nolan, and Nolan felt a shiver run down his spine. She gave him a knowing smile, and then turned her attention back to Josh. Grace said a few words and nodded away from the crowd, seemingly wanting to pull away from the main party. Josh smiled and nodded, and they both walked off.

Nolan felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that Grace was pulling Josh away for a private moment. His mind raced with possibilities, but he knew that there was only one reason Grace would want to have a private moment with his boss. She was going to flirt with him, and probably tease him, and maybe even go further. It was a bit nerve-wracking, but also a bit exciting. He couldn't deny that he was curious to see what she was going to do.

Was she really going to do something, though? Nolan had barely had any contact with her all evening, and he had no idea what she was up to. How awkward would Monday be if Josh hooked up with her? Would he still have a job? What would people think? It was a bit of a risky move on her part, but Grace never backed down from a challenge.

As he watched the two of them walk away, his anxiety grew. They were headed towards the bathhouse at the back of the pool, and Nolan knew that it would be the perfect place to have a private moment. Grace wouldn't do anything stupid, though, right? He knew that she was hot-blooded and passionate, but she wasn't the type to take things too far... was she? When Grace had first seen Josh for the very first time, she had made a point to highlight how handsome he was. She rarely ever did that. Perhaps that was a bad omen? Of course it was. Nolan felt like an idiot.

Nolan couldn't stop staring at the two of them, and his heart raced as he watched them disappear into the shadows. He took another swig of his drink and made his way to the back patio.

As he drew closer, he noticed a dim light glowing in the dark. It came from within the bathhouse. His heart pounded in his chest as he quietly crept forward. He strained his ears, trying to listen in to what was happening. At first, he couldn't hear much, but as he got closer, he started to make out bits and pieces. But it wasn't from the bathhouse, it was from behind it. Toward the yard… Were they simply discussing what Grace was going to do with the remaining twenty-eight acres of Josh's backyard?

It was a bit ridiculous of him to have actually thought Grace would hook up with their boss, so Nolan felt a bit ashamed for even entertaining the idea. Just to confirm that his paranoia was stupid, Nolan moved closer, a quick glance over his shoulder to confirm nobody was paying him any mind, and then carefully tiptoed his way closer to the bathhouse.

His blood was pumping in his veins as he made his way towards the back, and he could hear Grace's voice. She seemed to be giggling, and he heard a man chuckling as well. 

"If you want to, by all means," Josh chuckled. Want what?

"Well... I must admit, Josh, I actually don't have one."

"Hmm... Well, I can hook you up with a few," Josh said, and Nolan could almost hear that shrug that his boss often did.

"Hook up?" Grace echoed. What were they talking about? Was he hooking her up with something? Or was this a code for something else? "Sounds like you're trying to... get something."

"I would never," Josh replied, sounding a bit embarrassed. "Just offering you a free bikini. If you're going to borrow the pool when you're working here, then I'd love to see you in one of my designs."

"And why is that?" Grace challenged.

"Duh, because you're a pretty girl," Josh said, stating the obvious. Fair, Nolan had to admit. Grace was a very pretty girl. The prettiest. 

"A pretty girl," Grace purred. Nolan ould tell from her voice that she was smirking. "You're quite charming, Josh."

So they were on a first-name basis already. They had been for a bit, but Nolan was just now catching up on it.

"Thanks," Josh chuckled. "Well, we should head back to the party."

"Josh," Grace said suddenly, her voice a little breathy. Nolan couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. He wanted Grace all to himself, but he knew that it was a fantasy. He knew that Grace was a social butterfly, and that she liked the attention and the flirtatious banter. He knew that he should be happy that she was having fun, but he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous anyway.

"What?" Josh asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"I have to ask... Are you trying to flirt with me?"

There was a pause, and Nolan could almost feel the tension in the air.

"You're Nolan's girlfriend, aren't you?" Josh asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "He's a good guy. You two are a great fit."

"I guess I am," Grace said, a hint of frustration in her voice. "I'm not his property, though."

"No, of course not," Josh said quickly. "You can't be owned, and I would never think that."

"Exactly," Grace said firmly. "But the real question is, would you?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Would you flirt with your employee's girlfriend?" Grace purred. She was toying with Josh, and Nolan could tell that it was working. She was good at this. "You know, if you thought she was really pretty?"

"No. Believe it or not, I don't need more drama in my marriage," Josh chuckled. "I'm not that type of guy. And you're a very beautiful woman, Grace. But... That's that."

"Fair," Grace said, and there was a bit of disappointment in her voice. Nolan could tell that she was enjoying the game, and she was a bit disappointed that it was ending. But she wasn't going to push it. She was a confident woman, and she wasn't going to push a man to do something that he didn't want to do.

"Let's head back," Josh said.

"Actually, I'm going to stay out here for a little bit," Grace said. Nolan could hear her shuffling her feet. "I need to cool off."

"Sure. Maybe I'm reading you wrong, but do you want company?" Josh asked. "I mean, not in a flirtatious way."

Grace must've given an affirmative nod or shrug or something. Nolan was pretty sure nothing was going to happen at this point, and he didn't want to risk getting caught spying. Instead, Nolan decided to make his way around the bathhouse, toward the pool deck, where most of the action was going on. The pool was lit up, and people were swimming and splashing around. He could hear the sounds of people chatting and laughing, and he could smell the chlorine and the alcohol.

Nolan certainly had a new view of his boss now. He was a bit of a player, but he wasn't a creep. He was a nice guy, and he was a good boss. He had been nothing but kind to Nolan, and he had invited him to his party. It was a bit of a shame that things were ending on this note, but it was for the best. He didn't want to risk ruining a good working relationship, and he didn't want to risk ruining his relationship with Grace. She was his everything, and he couldn't risk losing her.

Nolan grabbed himself another beer and mingled. He was trying not to pay attention to the fact that Grace was gone, but it was hard. He knew that he needed to relax, and to have a good time. He knew that he needed to enjoy himself.

*

"So just swing by the office when you feel like it and we can talk about it then," Josh said, gently rubbing Grace's back.

"Can I do one of those miniature models? I've always wanted to do it, but I've never had the opportunity to really practice it," Grace said. The tone of their conversation had turned friendlier. Instead of flirting, Grace felt like she was talking to a lifelong friend, or a brother. Josh was a nice guy. A bit of a flirt, but a nice guy. He was easy to talk to, and he was easy to be around. Grace was happy that they had talked, and she was happy that they were still friends, despite her coming on a bit too strong. Grace wasn't used to someone not wanting to jump on her and pound her ass into oblivion, and that mixed with a bit of alcohol had made her perhaps a bit more brazen than she normally would have been. It had been a bit of an awkward moment, but they were moving past it. It was a shame, because she had been looking forward to seeing how far she could push his limits.

"Absolutely," Josh said. "You can do whatever you want. If you want to practice that, by all means. We also have an architect as a client for building projects, so if you want him to give you pointers–"

"That's alright. I like to do these things myself. I'm a bit of a lone wolf in that respect. Kind of why it's hard to even hire someone to help me out. It's both daunting to be responsible for someone else, but also, so far, it has just been me and my two hands," Grace chuckled.

"I can understand that," Josh said, chuckling. "Well, I'm going to go back and mingle. I'm the host, after all."

"You're a great host," Grace said, smiling. She couldn't believe how well the evening had gone. She had expected things to go a little differently, and she had been thoroughly annoyed at the start of it. But Josh had been a perfect gentleman, and he had made her feel comfortable and at ease. She was glad that she had come, and she was glad that she had met him. He was a great guy. "And thank you for the offer. I'll definitely swing by the office and talk to you about it."

"I hope you do," Josh said. "What will Nolan say when he sees his girl show up in formal clothes for a business meeting, eh? He must be proud."

Grace felt a pang of guilt. Why had she even been angry with Nolan? Over a stupid thing with his car? Of course Nolan was proud of her. So what if he had some faults? That's what made him Nolan. He wasn't perfect, but he was hers, and there was never any doubt in Nolan's mind that he was hers. That kind of loyalty, love, and dedication was hard to find. And to take that for granted… It made her feel like an idiot.

"Hey, Josh, do you mind if I take a stroll? I love to feel grass under my soles," Grace said, slipping off her sandals and lifting a foot to show him. He laughed.

"By all means, have at it," Josh smiled. "If you need anything, just let me or any one else know."

"Thanks," Grace said, and Josh went back to the party. She stayed behind, looking out at the vast expanse of grass that was Josh's backyard. It was a beautiful evening, and she wanted to enjoy it. She wanted to feel the grass under her feet, and the moon shining across the sky. 

Grace drew a deep breath and walked out into the grass. The feeling of the cool earth beneath her feet was exhilarating, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. She was happy, and she was content. She was enjoying her life, and she was enjoying her time with her friends and family. With Nolan. Why couldn't life be like this always? Was she drunk?

The sound of the party was in the distance, but it was a comforting sound. She liked it. She was happy that she had met these new people, and reconnecting with nature after more or less being turned down, and in such a gentle way no less, was making her feel... liberated. Josh sure was lucky to have this property to roam around in. If there was one thing Grace was envious of, that was it. Her being an outdoorsy person, a person who loved her plants and her fertilizers and the sound of a tractor plowing earth to turn it into a sanctuary of nature... Having all this to call a 'backyard' must've been amazing. Especially if he had been into gardening. She wondered how much potential there truly was here. It was an old grass field. She could build a small path, an orchard perhaps, beds of wonderful flowers, a small field of lavender.

Maybe this was why Grace rarely went to parties, or drank at all. She got all flirty at first, then now sentimental, missing her plants at work and whatnot. Perhaps she should return to the party.

With her head full of gardening fantasies, Grace walked over the lawn, the cool grass swaying gently between her toes. Her mind was focused on her plans and ideas for the space. The air was still, and the light of the stars was strong enough to guide her.

As she reached the far corner of the property, Grace stopped dead in her tracks. From behind the bathhouse, Grace heard a gruff, slightly pained male groan.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach turned to stone as she recognized it.

It was Nate's voice. What the hell? Grace took a deep breath and slowly, quietly, made her way toward the sound. Was Nate hooking up with someone? Why on earth had he even come?

The sound grew louder, and she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex and heavy breathing. It sounded like Nate was fucking some girl, hard, against the side of the house. The girl was moaning loudly, her voice husky and deep, her breathing labored. Grace was torn between turning away, walking back, or staying and finding out exactly what was going on. After all, it was none of her business what her sort-of-friend-with-benefits was doing with his time. Not at all. No business of hers whatsoever…

But another part of Grace was livid. She had no idea why. Grace had a boyfriend, and that was it. So why the hell was she upset that Nate was having fun with some girl? Grace bit her lip. Maybe it was the jealousy. That was it. She was jealous. Jealous that this girl was getting a pounding from Nate, while she hadn't. And how could Nate do this? Did whatever they were doing mean nothing to him? Was she just a plaything? A toy?

Grace grit her teeth and crept closer, determined to find out what was going on. As she got closer, the moans became louder and more intense. Grace's heart raced in her chest as she realized that Nate was really giving it to this girl, and he was not holding back. He had only done that once over the two times Grace had fucked him.

She peeked around the corner and saw Nate's giant hips driving into a smaller, petite Latino girl like she was nothing. Angry red marks were on her body from Nate's roughness, but the girl was taking it like a champ. Grace was shocked at how hard he was going at it, and how much the girl was taking. He was really going to town on her, and the sight was enough to make Grace's nipples hard and her mouth dry. 

Even in the dim light of the summer evening, Grace could see Nate's massive, bulging cock. It was so thick and veiny. She could almost feel its girth in her own pussy. She was amazed by the way it looked, and she couldn't stop staring. She couldn't believe that she had had that in her before. She had always known that Nate was big, but this was just crazy. He was huge. It was almost more impressive seeing it in action.

Grace's eyes widened as she watched the girl's tight body being stretched and filled by Nate's fat cock. She must've taken huge cocks before, or was incredibly wet, because Nate was flying into her like a piston. He was pounding her hard and deep, and the sound of her cries filled the air. Her voice was strained and broken, and her entire body was trembling and twitching as she took Nate's cock. 

Was this how Nate had treated Dora? Why hadn't he done so with Grace? Was this something Grace could look forward to in the future? And how did she feel about that?

Nate groaned as the petite woman orgasmed around his thick length, and his whole body was rigid and tense as he almost carelessly pumped his hips back and forth. Grace knew from her limited experience with him that Nate was undoubtedly unloading inside that girl. He came in her, and Grace could almost feel it in herself. How the fat, powerful spurts of cum would blast right against her womb like a battering ram. Her knees buckled a bit thinking about it, and she gripped the brick wall of the bathhouse hard to steady herself, her breath was quick and shallow.

Grace was shocked by what she had seen.

*

The whole car ride back home, which wasn't too long after Grace had witnessed Nate ploughing the shit out of some girl, Grace had been ruminating about it. Her thoughts were racing a million miles a minute, and she was trying to keep her cool, but it was a lost battle. She was furious. Not with Nate, exactly, but with his choice. She knew, of course, that it was nothing for her to judge. But who did he think he was?

Most of the car ride was an awkward silence as the two men made small talk and Grace sat fuming in the back of Nate's car.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Nolan asked, smiling and keeping his eyes on the road.

Grace just grunted, which seemed to deflate him.

"Sorry about the car stuff. I didn't plan on ruining a perfectly fine time," Nolan mumbled.

"No, no... It's my own fault. I can't throw a hissy fit. We had a fine time, yes. Fine. Fun. Don't know," Grace said, the anger evident in her voice. Nolan kept quiet.

"Good luck with that," Nate mumbled to Nolan under his breath. If Grace hadn't sobered up a bit, she'd lighten this car up right now. 

"Well, here we are," Nate said a few minutes later. "Let me get your door for you, princess."

"I can open my fucking door myself," Grace snapped, flung the door open, and stormed off. She knew Nolan was in tow, Nate probably too, but that didn't matter a bit.

Once they were inside their apartment, Nolan finally spoke up again.

"You sure you had a good time? If so, what got you mad?" Nolan asked, with a trepidating voice.

"Mad about what?" Grace chuckled sarcastically, even though there wasn't a shred of mirth in her chuckle.

"Why are you angry?" Nolan asked, tentatively.

"Just that Nate is a huge asshole!" Grace barked. Nolan raised his hands defensively, no doubt in relief that it wasn't him who had set her off.

"What can I do?" Nolan asked. One of the perks of a devoted man like Nolan; he always asks the right questions.

Grace turned her face up from his eyes to his forehead. When she blinked her eyes, the red of her blush was noticeable to her.

"What do I want you to do?" Grace asked, challenging his selflessness, even though she knew Nolan would do anything for her. That was why she was mad. Nate was not, but in their 'relationship' of fucking he might as well be. "And if I were to ask something selfish, what then? Will you give it?"

Nolan's breath hitched for a second. Grace realized he must have noticed the flush on her cheeks.

"A-anything... Everything," Nolan said with a shaky voice.

Nolan stared at Grace, completely stunned.

"You're devoted to me, utterly loyal, right?" Grace asked, her voice a little husky and dry. She felt her skin prickling with anger, and it was somehow hotter than before.

"Utterly and totally. That's why I need you, baby, " Nolan replied, his voice firm but affectionate.

"Good..." Grace grinned and stepped forward. "You know what I want?"

"What?"

"Get down," Grace instructed. Nolan's eyes flashed with surprise, but he obediently dropped to his knees, his erection pushing against his jeans, and looked up at her.

Grace felt her heart hammering in her chest. The anger was making her feel more passionate than ever. It was a new emotion, and she liked it. It was intoxicating. It made her feel like she could do anything, and that she had the right to do anything. She had always been like that, but this felt more justified.

"What are you doing?" Nolan asked, his voice trembling a little.

Grace pulled her thong down and stepped out of them, then lifted one leg to drape over Nolan's shoulder. She pulled him in, forcing him to bury his nose and mouth in her pussy, which was soaking wet.

"Take care of me," Grace hissed, her breath ragged and her eyes wild. "Like the good boy you are."

"Y-yes, ma'am..." Nolan gasped, his eyes widening at the sight of his girlfriend's sweet pussy so close. She smelled amazing, and the sight was making his mouth water. He was in heaven. "Yessss."

Nolan dove in and began to eat Grace out. His tongue darted in and out of her pussy, and his lips sucked on her clit. He was devouring her, and she could feel his love, his devotion. It was hot, and it was making her feel powerful. She could feel his tongue pushing in and out of her, and his fingers digging into her thighs. He was so into it, and she was loving it.

"Oh fuck, baby," Grace moaned, her voice deep and husky. She was loving this, and she was loving that he was eating her out so passionately. She could feel her anger melting away, and being replaced with a deep, carnal lust. She could feel her orgasm building, and she could feel her pussy clenching around Nolan's tongue.

She could feel his hot breath against her slick skin, his tongue probing and swirling, and she could feel her body shuddering in pleasure. She was coming, and it was a powerful orgasm. She was flooded with euphoria as she rode the waves of her climax. Her body spasmed and quivered as she came hard, and her hands pulled at Nolan's head. Her nails dug into his scalp, and she forced him to lick her faster.

"So... good... Baby!" Grace moaned, her voice almost a shout. She couldn't believe how good she felt. She couldn't believe how wonderful her boyfriend's face was against her.

She leaned back against the door, letting him hold her weight, and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue running up and down her slit, never giving up. That tongue would work her until tomorrow. The intensity of her orgasm had been enormous. He was really making her come undone.

"Baby, that felt... soooo gooooood. Fuck, thank you," Grace panted as she came down from her high.

"Can... can I eat your ass?" Nolan panted, a look of utter desperation and reverence on his face.

Grace smirked. She knew that Nolan was crazy for her ass, and she couldn't resist his plea.

"Yes, go ahead. Lick it, please," Grace purred, and guided his mouth back to her butt hole.

He eagerly pushed his tongue into her asshole, and Grace gasped as the pleasure coursed through her. His tongue moved back and forth, his nose nuzzling against her clit. He was so skilled with his mouth, and he was pushing all her buttons, the perfect lover.

"Fuck yes, baby. Lick my ass. Get in there!" Grace moaned. She loved how dedicated Nolan was, how hungry for her ass he was. She was lucky.

She felt his tongue push deeper and deeper, and his fingers dug into her butt cheeks as he gripped her firmly. Her body trembled and quivered as he devoured her, his tongue plunging in and out of her ass. He was wild, and she loved it. He was giving it to her hard, and she was loving every second of it.

"Oh, baby! You're going to make me cum again," Grace gasped. "Fuck! Right there! Don't stop! I'm going to cum in your mouth!"

Nolan kept eating her ass, and he didn't stop. His tongue and his fingers worked her expertly, pushing her to another powerful orgasm, making her orgasm a few more times before her legs could no longer bear her. Nolan made her weak, but in such a good way. He was such a good boyfriend. She had truly hit the jackpot.

*

Grace was still awake, several hours later. Nolan was snoring by her side, peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's turmoil.  Grace had fucked him to oblivion, and she had sort of thought that would take it out of her. But she had just lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, wide awake. It didn't help that the air conditioning unit had stopped, or that the night was somewhat hot.

Grace was in a rage, a different rage.

It was a few minutes to three in the morning, and Grace was still feeling restless. She was pissed off at herself. Why had she become so attracted to a guy like Nate? Had he really had such an effect on her? She had only gone on a date with him once, and then he got this hold on her? Or was it all the teasing they had done up to and after that date? In conjunction with her constant memory of how he had felt inside of her?

Grace looked at her phone, contemplating texting Nate and letting him have it. But what good would that do? She wasn't that type of girl, and she didn't want to make a scene, or seem desperate or jealous.

With her heart pounding, Grace crawled out of bed and crept to the bathroom, closing the door and sitting on the toilet seat. Her hand was shaking as she pulled out her phone and began to type a text message to Nate. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but she knew that she had to do something.

'Hey, are you awake?' Grace typed, her finger hovering over the send button. She hesitated, but finally sent the message. She stared at the screen, waiting for a reply. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. What was she doing?

She didn't have to wait long, though. Nate was quick to respond.

'I am now,' Nate replied. 'What's up?'

'Can I come over?' Grace typed quickly. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she was too angry to care.

'You know the door is always open, babe,' Nate replied. 'You got a key, and I don't mind a surprise visit. It's a bit late tho. You ok?'

Grace hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not she should go through with this. It was a stupid idea, she knew that. But she was angry, and she was feeling reckless.

She slipped out of the bathroom quietly and quickly put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Nolan didn't even stir. She slipped out of the apartment, closing the door quietly behind her.

The night was warm, but the walk to Nate's place was short. It was next door after all. Grace's heart was racing as she approached his door, her palms sweating as she fumbled with the key. She quietly slipped into the apartment, closing the door silently behind her.

She crept through the dark living room, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the sound of Nate watching TV in his bedroom, and she could feel her anger growing.

Grace took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but she knew that she needed to say something. She needed to confront Nate about his behavior and his lack of consideration, to perhaps even prove that Nate didn't need some slut to get what he needed.

"Hey," Nate said when he saw her, his eyes widening in surprise. "What's up?"

Grace opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She was suddenly very aware of how ridiculous she must look, standing in his bedroom in the middle of the night. Her cheeks reddened, and she suddenly felt very foolish.

She looked at Nate's crotch. The duvet was covering him, but she could clearly see the imprint of his fat bulge. She knew it was there. It was big enough that it had its own gravitational pull. Nate was wearing a white shirt and his hair was messy, but his cock remained impressive. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't. She wanted him.

Nate seemed to catch on to what was going on, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. He threw the blanket off of him, and Grace gasped. He was wearing a pair of boxers, and his huge cock was straining against the fabric, almost as if it was begging to be set free.

"Come on, get in," Nate smirked.

Grace didn't need to be told twice. She quickly climbed onto the bed and crawled up to him, her eyes fixed on his bulge. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she could feel her body responding to it. She didn't know why she was doing this, but she was too far gone to care. She was so angry at him, but she wanted him. She needed him.

"Fuck, you're huge," Grace whispered as she crawled up to him. Nate laughed.

"Thanks," Nate chuckled.

"I'm fucking angry," Grace said, trying to sound stern, but her voice was shaking. She was aching for his touch, and her body was betraying her.

"Why?" Nate asked, sitting up against the headboard, his arms behind his head, looking at Grace as she was crawling toward him. She knew he had a smug grin on his face, and she knew that he was enjoying this.

"You're a piece of shit," Grace muttered. Nate was still smirking.

"Why?" he asked. He was so confident, and it was infuriating.

Grace reached out and grabbed Nate's bulge, feeling the weight of it in her hand. It was so heavy, and so thick. She could feel it pulsating, and she could feel her body responding to it.

"Because... Because you're such a piece of shit," Grace said, her voice cracking.

Nate chuckled, and Grace's hand squeezed his cock. "What's wrong with me?"

Grace found his waistband with her hands, and tugged it down. His massive length sprang free, slapping her on the cheek. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she could feel where his fat piece of meat had hit her face. It had felt heavy, and she could feel it burning against her skin.

"Does Nolan know you're here?" Nate asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"No," Grace said, her voice barely audible.

"Good girl," Nate chuckled, and he reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head down and his cock up, rubbing it against her lips. Grace closed her eyes and groaned, her lips parting as she felt his cock pressing against them.

Nate let her go, and Grace couldn't help but wrap her lips around his cock, taking him as deeply as she could, gagging slightly as she did so. She could feel his cock filling her mouth, and she could feel his hips thrusting up, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. She could taste his salty pre-cum on her tongue, and she could feel her pussy getting wet.

"Good girl, take it," Nate grunted. Grace was bobbing her head up and down, her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft, her eyes watering. She was gagging on his cock, and she was loving it. She was so angry at him, but she wanted him so badly. 

His cock in her mouth was just what she needed. The taste, the texture, the thickness, and the length. It was everything she wanted, and she couldn't get enough of it. She could feel her anger melting away, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help herself. She needed him.

"So fucking good, baby," Nate grunted. Grace could feel his cock twitching in her mouth, and she could feel her body responding to it. He tasted amazing, and she wanted more.

Grace let his cock slide out of her mouth with a wet pop.

"Why do I let you do this to me?" she panted. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust.

"What do I do to you?" Nate asked, a cocky grin on his face.

"Drive me fucking crazy! Why the hell should I be so fucking angry that you fuck other girls?" she groaned. She could barely form a coherent sentence.

Nate laughed. "So you're fucking jealous?"

"No," Grace retorted quickly. "Why the hell should I be jealous of that whore you were fucking at the party?"

Nate shrugged. His hand found her hair again and pushed her down again. She gagged and swallowed more of his length. He was such an ass. But Grace's anger was fading, and her lust was growing. She wanted him so badly.

"Does it feel good to suck my cock, baby?" Nate groaned.

"Yes," Grace said with a pop, as his cock sprang from her mouth again, and then wrapped her tongue and mouth around it.

"I know it does," he grunted. Grace bobbed her head a bit faster. She wasn't even teasing anymore, this was full-on worshipping. She loved the taste of him, and she wanted him so badly. "But I'm not done yet. Move over on my side so I can see that gorgeous ass. On all fours."

She obeyed, moving on all fours, still keeping her lips wrapped around him. She could feel his hands sliding under her jeans, his hands cupping her ass. He began to knead the flesh of her ass, and then he pulled her jeans off of her. She groaned around his length, loving how much he loved her ass, as he continued kneading and massaging. Her pussy was throbbing with need, and she was desperate to be fucked.

"You have the greatest ass," Nate murmured, almost to himself. It was as if he was almost trying to distract himself from her blowjob, in fear he might lose himself. Grace found it odd, that he would go from so domineering, to so appreciative. She felt him squeeze and knead both of her cheeks. He was like a horny teenager, obsessed with butts. At least he had good taste in asses. "You can't expect to prance around looking so goddamn beautiful, and expect everyone and their brother to keep their hands off of you."

Grace felt her pussy throb when Nate called her 'beautiful'. But he was right. She had been flaunting herself in front of him and countless men, expecting them not to be tempted. She sucked him deeper. It felt so right to finally have his big cock in her mouth again. It wasn't even that long ago since she had blown him. 

"So, you can't blame me for blowing off some steam," Nate said, the magic words to snap Grace right out of her trance-like state.

Grace pulled her lips away. "What was that sluts name?" Grace said in her sweetest voice.

"Kim, why–"

"Then why don't you get that bitch to finish this for you?" Grace said, dragging herself to her feet. Suddenly, it dawned on her what the fuck she had just done. She was no better than him. She couldn't let herself do this. This wasn't what she was supposed to be.

"What?" Nate growled. He seemed pissed, like she had no right to take the cookie and not eat it. Or give it, and not let him eat it. Whatever. "Fuck no, you're sucking me off all the way."

"Good luck with that," Grace said, then spun on her heels and darted out the door.

She could hear Nate groan, and she could hear him curse. She could hear him getting up and going after her, and she could hear him slamming his fist into the wall. She knew she had gotten to him, and that was exactly what she had wanted to do.

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