Falling In Love With a Con Artist

Chapter 3

Weeks had passed, and Grayson and Jessie had become an official couple. They enjoyed various adventures together, including dates at the cinema, visits to bookstores, and exciting trips. Despite Grayson not owning a car to take Jessie on these journeys, she didn't mind. Jessie ignored what her friends said about Grayson being a loser who spends all his time in his bookstore and taking advantage of her. She knew that wasn't true. Grayson only made a little money from his books, but his lifestyle didn't reflect that of a struggling bookstore owner. His choice of restaurants and the thoughtful gifts he gave her showed that he was self-reliant. Jessie sensed that Grayson was hiding something, but she respected his privacy and didn't press him about it.

On one particular day, Grayson closed his shop early at 2:30 to be on time to pick up Jessie from UC (University Campus). Without a car, they either walked together or took a cab, but they preferred walking. Spotting Jessie with her friends, Grayson quickly put away his phone and smiled as she approached him.

"Hey," Grayson greeted her with a hug and a light kiss.

"You're a bit late. How were lectures today?" Jessie asked as they walked along a trail.

"I'm sorry about that. The lectures were stressful, Jessie. These professors can be obnoxious. One of them used the phrase 'the Vargination of German literature' today. I'm pretty sure 'Vargination' isn't even a real word," Grayson chuckled.

"It's one of those things that happen," Grayson replied, holding Jessie by the wrist. They gazed into each other's eyes, and Jessie felt lucky to have him as her boyfriend.

"So, what do you want to eat tonight?" Grayson asked.

Jessie chuckled, "That's hilarious! I say 'organization,' and you start thinking about food. What would Freud say?" she teased, referring to Sigmund Freud.

"Freud would say we should go to a nice place for dinner," Grayson suggested.

"How nice?" Jessie asked playfully.

"I don't know, maybe nice, like, we've been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now, and it's been good," Grayson replied.

Jessie had the perfect place in mind and took Grayson's hand, excitedly leading him there.

Upon arriving at Jessie's cozy student apartment, she prepared a large feast for dinner, including ravioli with homemade pesto, fried zucchini, and salad, with dessert baking in the oven. Grayson was impressed by Jessie's cooking skills and the surprise of a 1990 Nepal Valley wine she had for them.

"Where did you learn to cook?" Grayson asked, setting the wine on the table.

"I spent my Junior year in Madrid," Jessie replied.

"Really?" Grayson was surprised. He continued the conversation in Spanish, testing her language skills.

"Solia hablarbo bien, ahora esta un poco oxidado lamentablemente - I used to speak it well, but now it's a bit rusty, unfortunately."

“Te gusta Espana - Do you like Spain?” Grayson asked again

Jessie smacked her lips before replying, "Tenia grandes recuerdos, pero recorded que tenia un novio que era un verdadero idiota - I had great memories, but I remembered I had this boyfriend who was a real jerk."

Grayson made an alarmed look on his face "Donde esta? Lo mature - Where is he? I'll kill him."

Jessie smiled at him before continuing but this time in English, "How about you? Where did you learn to speak Spanish?"

Grayson replied to her with his focus on his meal, "My mom was from Spain, and I watched a lot of Spanish series, The Girl in the Mirror, El Internado, Just any heartbreaking Spanish series."

"Why? Have you ever had your heart broken?" She stared at him with a plain look.

Grayson nodded. "Yeah, Once or twice. How about you?" He ended with a question staring at her after finishing his meal. He took his cup and sipped.

"No, I mean, there was the jerk in Madrid, and after him, I was sort of... Zoned off guys for a while," Jessie answered before standing. She cleared the table, carrying the plate to the kitchen. Grayson also stood up, took the glasses of wine, and followed her.

"Are you still zoned out... on guys?" Grayson asked, handing over her cup while he sipped his, a lustful smile playing on his lips as he eagerly awaited her response.

Jessie sipped her drink first, savoring the moment, before answering playfully, "Depending on the guy."

Her smile and lips were undeniably attractive, causing Grayson's desire to intensify. He couldn't resist drawing her closer, their eyes locked in a magnetic pull. He boldly pressed his lips against hers, the sensation akin to a freshly split-open fig, sweet and irresistible. Their kiss deepened, and their passion ignited, turning the innocent moment into an intense make-out session.

Jessie's hips tilted against Grayson's, their bodies pressed close together, her breasts against his chest, conveying an undeniable message of desire and affection. In that passionate embrace, their connection felt electric, and time seemed to slow as they explored each other with an intoxicating fervor.

The outside world faded away, and all that mattered at that moment was the fiery bond they shared. Grayson's hands traced gentle patterns along Jessie's back while her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still. Every touch and movement ignited sparks of pleasure that coursed through their bodies.

As their lips parted, they gasped for breath, their eyes locked with a shared sense of wonder and desire. Grayson caressed Jessie's cheek, his voice husky with emotion, "You drive me wild, Jessie. I can't get enough of you."

Jessie's eyes sparkled with affection, her heart racing, "You have the same effect on me, Grayson. You make me feel alive like no one else."

Suddenly, Jessie pulled away from Grayson. She held him by the wrist and pulled him into the room. As soon as they approached the bed, they started kissing again. Jessie's tongue fluttered against his, and Grayson's hands were deep in the softness of her hair. Jessie found a way to push Grayson to the bed. She then crawled to him and slowly buttoned his shirt off. Grayson, whose eyes were closed, felt like he was on cloud nine. He felt Jessie slipping down the bed. Jessie unfastened his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his c**k with her palm before taking him into her mouth. Grayson sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt not when Jessie gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from base to tip and whispered, "Look at me."

Grayson looked and saw that she had her eyes open, locked on his, as she opened her mouth, hollowed her cheeks, and slid down. Grayson suddenly stopped her and pulled her up so that they were face-to-face again. He slid his hands between her legs, positioning his fingers and thumb. He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish.

"Ooh," she whispered. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh," she sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam . . . and then she forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost herself inside her pleasure. Grayson watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.

Grayson slowly removed his fingers from her wet p***y; he slid up to her, Stroking her cheek, then her hair. "Oh, God," she whispered, swiveling her hips in a way he knew would send him right over the edge. He kissed her deeply and briefly before bringing his d**k closer to her p***y. He used the top of his c**k to massage her c******s, which caused Jessie to moan a bit loudly. He then, finally, slipped his d**k into her. Jessie gasped and shut her eyes, and then neither of them spoke. She had one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly stroking his back, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine. "You feel so good," she whispered . . . and then Grayson couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. Jessie moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on. "Oh, Gray f**k me hard."

Grayson gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name repeatedly, like a chant, song, or prayer. Grayson thrust in and out for 10 minutes before finally releasing inside her. If there were going to be awkwardness, it would come when they'd finished; when they looked down and saw that he was still wearing his socks, she still had her panties hooked around one ankle. But as soon as they were done, Jessie rolled into his arms, curling herself against his chest, and said, "I Love you!" in a happily surprised voice of a woman who yearned to lay down with him ever since she saw him. "Yeah, I love you too," Grayson said. He'd been smiling so long that he was sure his face would ache in the morning.