Chapter 8 : Teasing Games

*Grace*

The bachelorette party seemed to stretch on forever, and I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it anymore. Not after the way David had touched me in the bathroom, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

I knew it was wrong. I should not be doing that or wanting more, but I did. It was all I could think about. The memory of his fingers inside me, so close to pushing me over the edge, lingered vividly in my mind.

"Sarah, I think I'm going to head to bed," I told her through the music blasting on the speakers. "I've got a bit of a headache."

I felt guilty for lying to her. But it was the only way I could think of to get out of there without making her mad at me for leaving her party early.

"Of course, Grace. Get some rest." She patted my shoulder absentmindedly. She was already drunk, so I guessed that counted in my favor. She probably wouldn't even notice I was gone.

As I wandered down the hallway towards my room, I stopped in my tracks, glancing at David's bedroom door at the end of the hall for a brief moment. I suddenly felt a surge of confidence and allure take hold of me. Maybe it was time for him to taste his own venom.

Without knocking, I barged into his room, hoping he'd be there.

He was leaning against the window, working on his phone, and his head snapped up when he heard me entering. His initial shock, however, quickly transformed into something else entirely. As I closed the door behind me and walked toward him, I noticed his eyes hungrily devouring me in my red dress.

"Grace?" he asked, clearly confused but also amused by my presence.

"David," I replied coyly, "I thought it was only fair to return the favor since I didn't have time to back there."

His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but he didn't object as I slowly knelt before him. My hands slid up his thighs, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. As I leaned forward, I whispered, "I hope you're ready."

My fingers found the hem of his pants, and I unbuttoned it slowly, seeing the way he struggled with himself to remain still and not show any vulnerability. His head fell back as my hand teased him, squeezing his cock from over the fabric of his pants.

A low groan rumbled from his throat as I slid down his trousers, little by little, his cock bulging in his boxers, and I could feel my pussy throbbing in response, my thighs quivering as my desire grew with his. My drenched panties were beading with my juices already.

I pulled his boxers down to reveal his shaft, long and thick, and his cockhead glistened in the soft light of the room.

I sucked his cock into my mouth, sliding it over my lips, feeling it pulsing with his heartbeat. I wrapped my lips over his shaft, and began to stroke it, sucking him at the same time. I bobbed up and down on his cock, his voice rumbling in pleasure and the sound of his groans mixing with the soft, wet sounds of my lips around his shaft.

"Fuck, Grace," he groaned.

I teased the underside, my tongue sliding along each bulging vein. I could feel his body quivering beneath my mouth, and he grunted as I drew him in deeper. My hands found his ass and gripped hard. I felt his hands tangle in my hair as he tugged me closer. Soon, he was guiding the tempo, thrusting his hips up, making me take all of him. His hands tightened in my hair, and I felt his cock get even harder. I knew he was close, so I sucked him in deeper.

"Grace." His voice was a husky whisper, his body growing increasingly tense. I glanced up at him, and the sight of him watching me brought me even closer to orgasm. The way his fingers twisted around my hair only fueled my desire to tease him further. His blue eyes darkened with lust, taking in every detail of my movements.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

I reveled in the power I held over David, a man who was usually in control. As I glanced up at him, I saw his dominant side threatening to surface, and I knew it was time to end this.

"I think we're even now," I whispered, pausing in my teasing. With that, I abruptly stood up, leaving him hanging in disbelief. My heart pounded in my chest and my pussy ached in protest as a mix of confusion and frustration washed over his features.

"Grace," he called in a warning tone, but I simply winked at him and sauntered towards the door, leaving him wanting more.

As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Though the sexual tension between us had reached new heights, I had managed to regain control, if only for a moment. I knew he wouldn't allow me to walk away like this, and that only made me more eager to see what he was going to do next.

I finally slept better that night. Whatever was the reason, I was glad I would finally be able to enjoy the upcoming day a bit better without feeling so lazy all the time.

The whole place was very silent as I got downstairs for breakfast the next morning. Lisa, Emma and Sarah weren't anywhere around and the ones who were already up didn't seem eager to engage in conversation in the early hours of the day.

Close to noon, as Daniel–Sarah's groom–arrived, everyone was feeling a bit renewed and the cheerful atmosphere returned. I barely had the chance to greet him before Sarah took him away to show him around the property and give him a tour of what had been done for the ceremony so far. She was so euphoric to finally have her fiancé there that she understandably left us all behind.

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" I called out just as she was about to step inside.

"Sure, girl," she yelled back, dismissing me with a wave. "Just enjoy your time."

Since I had nothing else to do in the afternoon, I decided to take some time for myself and headed to the sauna, hoping it would help clear my head.

The door clicked shut behind me and the heat enveloped me as I settled onto the wooden bench, inhaling the scent of cedarwood and eucalyptus. Closing my eyes and enjoying the silence, I allowed my thoughts to drift once more to last night. The way David seemed to have enjoyed what I did to him made me proud of myself. A man like him should probably have had an enormous amount of lovers and experiences. Knowing I was capable of pleasing him made me feel powerful.

I was still feeling a temptation gnawing at me like an itch I couldn't scratch. I knew how–or better yet, who–would be able to make it stop.

"Nice place to relax, isn't it?" a familiar voice purred. I nearly jumped out of my skin, startled by David's sudden presence. How had he slipped in without me noticing?

He was only wearing swim shorts, his ripped abs at full display for me to drool over. The man was fucking gorgeous for someone in his early forties.

"David," I whispered, my heart racing. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd spend some relaxing time here too," he replied, his eyes darkening with desire. "And return the favor," he added, seductively striding towards me, closing the distance between us. "You left me quite...unsatisfied last night."

"Did I?" I teased, trying to maintain my composure despite the heat pooling within me. His fingers traced a path up my thigh, sending shivers up my core.

His lips captured mine in a searing kiss and I gasped in surprise. His hands deftly and swiftly spread my legs apart as he suddenly lowered himself between them. I was so shocked that I didn't have a reaction other than just stare at him.

He lowered my bikini down to my knees and I cried out in surprise and pleasure as his tongue touched my clitoris, flicking up and down, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I couldn't help but moan as I felt the sensation of his tongue teasing and tasting me.

My hands buried themselves in his hair as I rode his face. I moaned lightly and desperately pushed him deeper. As if my fingers had commanded him, he pressed his tongue deeply into my hole as I felt a new, heady pressure building within me. I closed my eyes and let the feeling overtake me.

I couldn't think, I could only feel. His mouth and tongue were my world. His hands slid up my inner thighs as his tongue continued its delicious torture. My hips rose from the bench, begging for more.

He slid his hands up higher and then I felt him teasing my nub, his tongue flicking over and around it. He slipped one finger inside my opening and began to stroke me. I groaned as I felt my orgasm building.

The sensation was incredible. A loud moan escaped my lips. My head fell back as I gladly accepted the wave of ecstasy that swept over me.

I'd wanted this for so long. During the years I studied with Sarah–and the last few days–I'd fantasized about him ravaging me so many times, and it was finally happening.

"David," I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants. He looked up at me, an impish grin playing on his lips.

My heart pounded as I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. David's tongue worked its magic, teasing and tasting me with expert precision. I gripped the wooden bench beneath me, my knuckles turning white.

"Grace!" a voice called out suddenly, jolting me from my lustful haze.

"Shit," I whispered, panic setting in. David froze, his eyes meeting mine in alarm. We both knew that getting caught like this would mean disaster.

"Grace, are you in there?" The voice grew louder, my heart pounding in time with each step approaching the sauna door. "Sarah needs your opinion with some last-minute touches on her dress."

"Coming!" I managed to call back, my voice shaky but just steady enough to be convincing.

The footsteps receded, leaving me to exhale in relief. That had been far too close for comfort.

David pulled away from me, his lips glistening and a wicked grin on his face. "It seems we'll have to continue this later," he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on my inner thigh before standing up.

"Later?" I echoed, still struggling to catch my breath.

David brushed a stray lock of sweaty hair from my face. "I'll make sure it's worth the wait." With that, he slipped out of the sauna, leaving me hot and longing for more.

Gathering my composure, I stepped out a few minutes later, my body still humming from the pleasure he had given me, my legs trembling involuntarily. I washed up quickly, and as I headed towards Sarah's room, I tried to take my mind off her father for a moment.

"Grace, there you are!" Sarah exclaimed as I entered her room. "I need you to help me with something."

"Of course," I replied, forcing a smile and walking inside.

As I helped Sarah, watching her so happy and fulfilled, my thoughts couldn't help but drift to the dangerous game David and I were playing. I would never forgive myself if I ruined my friendship with her. Or even worse, ruin her relationship with her father.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?