Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
GRAYSON
T his isn’t fun and games anymore.
Not with how she’s looking at me, her stare weighted with something heavy. Something I want to decipher but can’t seem to.
Past hookups I’ve had have been light and breezy, both of us knowing we’re here for a good time for the night. This is different. This is… deeper.
The idea should scare me. Should make me reiterate that we’re just exploring this attraction. That it’ll be over on Sunday.
Instead, I keep kissing her. I can’t get enough of her lips. How soft they are. How they kiss me back with such enthusiasm, like she puts her whole body into it, her whole soul.
My hand drifts down her naked form, reveling in her smooth skin, mapping the hills and valleys. The urge strikes me to memorize each peak, each hollow, until there’s no part of her left untouched.
“I want to make you feel good, too,” she says, her hands still wandering over my chest, thumbs teasing my nipples. Fuck, I didn’t think I’d like that so much.
“What’d you have in mind?” Please let her say—
“The same as you did for me.”
A curl of anticipation twines through me. Her hand moves south, the need in me growing tighter as she heads exactly where I want her, over my jeans, shaping the outline of my dick through the fabric.
I inhale roughly. “Yeah,” I tell her. “I want you to.”
I help her remove my jeans and boxer briefs, realizing I haven’t been fully naked around her yet. She looks her fill, her gaze filled with appreciation.
“Sexy?” I ask, trying to inject some levity into this, but she doesn’t smile, only nods distractedly as she continues staring at my dick like it’s the eighth wonder of the world.
She scoots down the bed and delicately wraps her hand around me, stroking it with light, barely there movements that have me wanting to strain toward her for more. When she increases the pressure I finally relax, then let out a groan as she guides my cock into her mouth, enveloping me in warm, wet heat.
“Fuck, that’s good.” I grip the duvet, needing to hold on to something, anything as she torturously teases me with light licks to the head and soft kisses down my length. And when she swallows me in further, I resist the urge to jerk my hips forward as her tongue makes this slow, circular motion that has me wanting to beg for more.
Maybe I’m just worked up from going down on her. Yeah, that’s all this is. It’s not that she’s exceptionally good. It’s not that this is better than anything in memory. It’s only that I desperately need release.
Her head bobs up and down, and I sweep her hair back behind her ear, adjusting her so I can see my length disappear down that pretty mouth of hers. Damn, that’s hot.
She releases me briefly. “You like to watch, too?”
My voice is hoarse as I tell her, “Yes.”
“Will you tell me what you like? Exactly what you want me to do?”
All the moisture recedes from my mouth as I nod in agreement. Yes, I fucking want that.
She looks excited at the prospect.
I guide her hand to the base of me. “Make your fingers a tight ring here and pump.” She does as I say. “Now do what you were doing before and suck me harder.”
The suction of her mouth is incredible, taking me deeper and deeper until she can’t take me anymore.
“Yes, like that. Just like that.”
Fucking Christ. I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid to look at her. If I do, I’ll come right now, my hips already bucking.
“Are you turned on again?” I ask, hoping to God she is. That I’m not the only one experiencing this kind of intensity.
She hums an agreement, never straying from her task.
“Put your other hand between your legs and touch yourself.”
A moment later, she makes another happy hum, and I give up the fight and look down, doing my damndest to direct my gaze past her bobbing up and down on my cock to where her fingers play with her pussy.
An electric thrill runs down my spine. “You like getting off while you suck my cock?”
She nods, moaning around my dick, and I can’t hold it at bay anymore, giving myself over to the pleasure.
“I’m so close,” I tell her, sliding a hand in her hair to grip the back of her head gently. “I’m going to come in your mouth, okay?”
There’s a third hum of approval and it’s what breaks me, warmth rushing from me as the orgasm overtakes me. She swallows down everything I give her, my hips pumping, unable to stop, but she seems to like it, making excited noises that keep spurring me on.
When I’m finished, she releases me with a pop, and even in my stupor, I still have the presence of mind to guide her up my body.
“Straddle my face and grip the headboard,” I tell her, waiting until she obeys before I lick her pussy again, loving how her thighs bracket my ears, how her moans gradually increase in volume.
I eat her out as she tells me how much she likes that, as she rides my face, all restraint gone. Her pussy lips are swollen, arousal coating my tongue as I instruct her to bear down harder on me and bring my thumb up to flick over her clit. Her body goes still, then collapses on top of me as she comes, jerking and twitching as she whimpers.
I softly suck on her clit, enjoying the way it prolongs her pleasure, the way she vibrates with satisfaction. When she goes boneless, I reposition her so she’s snuggled into my side, her arm lazily draped across my chest.
“That was unreal,” she mumbles. “So good.”
It was good. Incredibly good. Unbelievably good. If I’m being honest with myself, it might have been the best sex I’ve ever had.
And we hadn’t even technically had sex.
I close my eyes, head reeling with the realization. No, no. That can’t be true. I’ve got an overflow of dopamine swimming through my veins right now. I can’t trust anything I’m thinking at this moment. If I did, I’d be curling further into her side, whispering that I can’t get enough of her. That I want to do that again as soon as possible. That I can’t believe we haven’t been doing that all these years.
That’s not what this is, though. We aren’t dating. We aren’t making up for lost time. We’re fooling around for a few days before I go back home. That’s it.
The thing is… I have a bad feeling I’m the one about to get fooled.