GRIND (The Silver Nitrate Series Book 1) (32 page)

“Motherfucker!” she cursed as electric waves ripped through her.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips when she attempted to take control, riding him faster and faster, taking that dick without protest, good and hard. The man had stretched her wide… Zenith’s cock was, well, ridiculous. She’d seen all sorts, none exactly the same, but leave it to her new lover to possess one of the largest she’d ever encountered. And he was aggressive in bed, tossing her around, biting, cursing, fucking hard and rough… and she loved every damn second of it.

“Oh, what’s that face, huh?” She gently slapped him as he winced, seemingly trying to keep from jizzing just yet. “Give it to me…give it to me!” She gave his nipple a gentle twist, forcing him to yell out and his face to contort with angst and confusion.

“What the hell are you doing?!” He sped up his pace, anguish in his eyes… the kind she could feast on as she fought hard to retain her power over the man. Ignoring him, she went for his chest once more but he grabbed her wrist midway. “Nuh uh!” He reached out to pull her to him, flatten her against his chest. “You want this?!”

“Yes!”

“You want to make me cum again?!”

“Yes!”

“Mmmm!” He reared backwards and jammed hard within her, knocking the damn wind out of her. And then he repeated the shit, with rapid, brutal thrusts.

“Fuuuucckkk! Yes! Yes!” She gyrated on top of him like a professional stripper, falling deeper under her own spell as she met him thrust for thrust, pound for pound. The pleasure she was giving him, and he was giving her, sent her on a natural high. The way his hips rocked against her and his leg muscles flexed beneath her as he fell apart made her damn near swoon. He dropped his forehead against her breasts as his body continued to jolt and shake. Slowly he turned her onto her back, as if he barely had the energy to move. Strumming him like guitar strings, she ran her fingers up and down his back, now covered in a light sheen of sweat.

After a few moments, she noticed the world had changed around them. The sun had come and gone, and darkness consumed the room, which now drowned in richer tones of red, like some old-fashioned photography darkroom. It took on a life of its own, a surrealism that shook her, made her uneasy, the unfamiliarity so foreign… but being there with him, knowing his home was simply an extension of him, made her right at peace.

“Zenith.”

No response.

“Zenith,” she repeated his name, trying to lift his head, make him face her. The man was so damn heavy, his body seemed to lose all muscle control as every bit of him now pressed against her, forcing her flat on the bed. She crashed onto her back, and he tumbled against her, made a few cooing sounds as he repositioned himself between her legs, then fell into a light sleep in a few seconds flat.

“Zenith!” she started up again, this time shaking his damn shoulder. “What time is it? I think it’s late…”

“It…it couldn’t be,” he slurred, obviously in no mood to entertain anything but a nap.

“It’s dark outside. Wake up.” She tried to get him off her, but it proved impossible. Finally, he stirred and raised his head, looking quite disoriented. Strands of hair stuck to his face here and there. Grunting, he fell back down upon the bed, onto his back, and crossed his arms over his forehead. Silver got to her feet, then paused. A dull, throbbing ache between her legs reminded her that she would be going
no
where, fast… Taking it easier, she shuffled around, only to remember she’d left her purse on the living room couch, with her phone inside it. She looked about the bedroom frantically, in search of something, anything, that told the damn time. She spotted the laptop on the desk, but the damn thing wasn’t on.

Seemingly sensing her need to get to the bottom of this, he finally rose, opened a nightstand drawer, and pulled out a tiny, battery-operated clock.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, getting to his feet.

“I told you it was late, see?!” She searched in vain for her damn clothes. “Can you turn on some
real
light, please? This Red Sea shit is making me dizzy!”

“It’s time, Silver! Hurry, it’s time!”

“Time for what?” She raced about in confusion, barely knowing if she was coming or going.

“Time to give me some more of that pussy!”

The man burst out laughing and fell back on the sheets.

“You son of a bitch.” Stopping in her tracks, she placed her hand on her hip and glared at him. But, it didn’t work. The man kept on laughing, really enjoying himself at her expense.

“Look, baby, the senior van will drop off Paw like they always do. He uses his key. He has dinner there, so he’ll follow his routine. He goes to the bathroom, then gets some juice, then goes into his bedroom and watches television. I always check on him while he sleeps, make sure everything is alright.”

She sat beside him and took his face briefly within her hands.

“You’re a good grandson, Zenith.”

He shrugged, “He deserves better, but I do what I can. You said you were free today, so, do you want to stay the night? I could order a pizza or Chinese or something. I have more condoms, too.” He winked.

She grinned from ear to ear. “Yeah, I can stay the night. I have to leave in the morning, though.”

“Yeah, your new project.” He nodded in understanding. “Ok, good.” He reached over, blew out one of the candles, and clicked the light, bringing the room to pitch black. Nevertheless, he seemed to know his way around in obscurity. Grabbing his remote control, he turned on his bedroom television, bathing the space in a fuzzy, soft white glow. “Come on over here. Lie next to me.” He patted the bed as he got comfortable under the sheets. “I’ll get the menus out in a second.” She slid back next to him, nestled close. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and they sat together, watching a re-run episode of Law and Order. Minute after minute passed.

She tried to stay awake, to take in his scent a bit longer, and to accept his delectable kisses… but it was no use.

Her eyes started to close, but she could still feel his possessive touch all around her body as she fell asleep…

Yet this time, it felt so good to be haunted…

…seventeen minutes later

“B
AM! BAM! BAM!”

Zenith’s eyes flew open in utter confusion. His damn arm had fallen asleep from the weight of Silver’s big ass head, and he could barely move. Their naked bodies lay tangled in the sheets, wrapped up like mummies, and he struggled to break free.

“BAM!”

Suddenly she screamed out, awakened from a deep sleep.

“It’s alright.” He put his finger up and made his way to his bedroom door. “Go on back to sleep, baby. It’s just my grandfather.” Silver hesitated for a moment, but it seemed her body won the battle, and before he knew it, she was lying back down. Snatching the thing half way open, he blocked his naked body and peered around it. “Paw! Why are you banging on my door like that?!” he whispered angrily, trying to keep his damn voice down.

“There is something just horrible, downright evil, on the television, Zen!” The man’s eyes were damn near popping out with fear and built up hysteria. “It’s not a movie, either! It just keeps showing the same scene over and over and over again!” He wrung his hands, paced about. “There’s some monster of some sort on it—an evil spirit, Zen! And then there’s a man dressed in black. I tried to turn the television off, but it wouldn’t! It just kept repeating those screeching noises and that scene!”

It took everything inside of Zenith to keep from laughing; it proved a fight to the death, but he wasn’t certain he’d survive. He and Silver had left the damn video game on, and it must’ve reverted to the main menu. Of course, Paw wouldn’t know how to turn the damn thing off; his last bit of advanced technology consisted of a 50 lb. DVD player, Atari and music on CD.

“I’m sorry, Paw. It’s just a video game. Nothing is wrong with the T.V.; there is no poltergeist or demonic possession. I forgot to shut it down.”

The old man’s eyes grew darker in the dimly lit hallway. In one arm, he held a cup of what appeared to be orange juice; in the other, his cane.

“Who would want to play something like that? Just sickening!”

Then, seemingly sidetracked, Paw brought himself to his full height and sniffed the air, attempting to step to his right and peer past Zenith’s shoulder. Zenith pulled the door up, blocking the man’s view. Paw looked at him for a second or two, then moved quickly to the left, causing the stepping, musical door swinging game to commence.

“So, we’re just going to keep on slow dancing, huh? What are you tryna see?” Zenith barked.

“You won’t come out of your room and from the looks of things,” the old man said, looking accusingly at his grandson, “you don’t have any damn britches on!”

Zenith couldn’t believe his damn ears.
This
coming from a man who hoarded small stacks of dirty magazines all over the house; the same man that had screeched his head off in the front yard wearing no pants his damn self, and the man with a hankering for sexually harassing Denise every now and again.

“There’s a woman in there…” He pointed a shaky finger into his bedroom, as if he believed a hidden treasure lay just within reach, but still too far to come within his grasp.