Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Patrick
Gray felt every bit as large and as strong as he looked as he held me and systematically took me apart.
And I had been hurting—the ache and throb in my arm and foot had been getting worse over the past hour.
But with Gray's sensual attention all of that faded, and I began aching and throbbing in a much more intrinsic place and in a much more pleasant way.
His kisses were relentless and intoxicating, He stroked my arm, then throat, then chest, then legs, with a gentle, confident touch that had me ready to explode.
It had been too long since I'd been with a guy.
Really, a couple of quickies since I'd moved to Chicago that were wholly unsatisfying and convinced me to delete my Tinder account.
And I'd never been with anyone like Gray—not anyone who felt strong and steady enough to be a foundation I could build on, not anyone who took so much time to simply touch me, not anyone who kissed me like they could spend forever doing it.
Please let this be real, I prayed. Because the thing about magic is, once you've accepted that it's legit, it means anything might vanish at any moment.
Like the wolves. Like Cinderella's coach turning back into a pumpkin.
And I wanted Gray to be real, for this to be real, more than I'd ever wanted anything in my entire life.
I squirmed on Gray's lap and heard his intake of breath.
Oh, yes. That was definitely real—a very hard rod pressing into my right buttock.
It proved Gray wanted me as much as I wanted him.
A fresh rush of lust raced through me, and the back seat was suddenly way too small and confining.
I wanted to be laid out on a bed where I could keep this ridiculous sling and boot from ruining the best moment of my life.
Maybe I could get on my knees next to him? I broke the kiss. "I want to go down on you."
Gray made a little growly sound. But he said, "No rush. We have all night. Besides, it feels really good to be on edge like this. I haven't allowed myself the time to draw it out for… well, since I started med school."
Oh, this poor man. He needed some serious long-term pampering, and I was more than happy to sign up for the job.
So, we made out some more, and longer still.
Time drifted by in a haze of lips and touch and a fire that slowly got hotter and hotter.
Until I just couldn't stand it anymore. I managed to create some space between my right side and his body, enough to get my hand where I wanted it.
When I stroked him through the fabric of his pants, he groaned and shuddered.
"Yes, now,” he said, sounding suddenly urgent.
He didn't need to give me permission twice. He helped me unbutton and unzip his pants, and we shifted so I could get my hand on him.
Wrapping my fingers around him was pure electricity. He was large and meaty and pulsing. The stuff of every fantasy ever. Burning hot with life force, with passion waiting to be released.
I felt his hand working at the button of my jeans and moved my sling as far out of the way as I could.
Yes. Please. Hurry.
The first brush of his fingers on my bare shaft sent off every tingle and goosebump in my body like a shower of meteors. I whimpered into his mouth.
Together, he said. Only he couldn't have said it, because my tongue was in his mouth. Still, I heard it, I knew.
We explored each other, and teased, and spread pre-cum, and drew it out.
But once the rhythm started, there was no way I wanted him to stop or even pause, and I imagined he felt the same on his end.
The way he arched his body to get farther into my hand, and the impatient little cries stuck in his throat were proof.
And then we came. I'm not sure who went first, or how long it lasted.
I was in a white haze of ecstasy that completely blotted out the world for a while.
And it might have been the injuries, or the drugs, or Krampus magic, or it might have just been Gray, but it was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life.
I came down sometime later, and Gray was wiping us up with a paper napkin that must have been in the car. He closed my pants as best he could with one hand, then wrapped both arms around me. I sighed and snuggled closer to his chest.
"I think I might actually be able to sleep," I said.
"Good," He kissed my forehead.
And that was the last thing I remembered until I heard someone knocking on the window and opened my eyes to daylight.