Chapter 19 Grady #2
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I breathed, tipping my head back on a groan as she moved. Her tongue danced along my earlobe, dragging it into her mouth with her teeth. “You gotta stop doing that. I’m gonna come in my pants.”
Cleo leaned back, giving me a Cheshire smile before rolling her hips yet again. “I heard the first time is usually quick for guys, but you recover pretty easily. I thought we’d get the first one outta the way.”
I wasn’t the religious type, but this fucking woman had me praying more in the past five minutes than I ever had in my life.
“Okay, uh, well, do you think we could not do it like this?” I panted.
“Like literally any other way? I’ll do it myself if you want, but please, for the love of god, don’t tease me like this. ”
Her lips parted in surprise, and then she snapped them shut. “You’d do that?”
I nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I don’t wanna be a one pump kinda guy. I’d like this to last, too.”
“Can I watch?” she asked, looking at me through long, fluttering lashes. There was something in her voice that sounded coy and unsure, a hint of the shyness I expected from her, but that twinkle in her eye gave her away.
“Is my girl a little kinky?” I asked, raising my brows.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just… I don’t know, Grady, I like the idea of watching you. Of knowing what you like, what turns you on.”
“That’s a short list,” I laughed. “It’s you, you, and—oh yeah, that’s right—you.”
“Be serious,” she said, pushing at my chest.
I caught her wrist, smiling as I brought it to my lips. “I’d never joke about what got my dick hard.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
“Mm, I’d rather be full of you,” I said, pausing before we both burst out laughing. “Uh, not like that.”
Cleo bit her lip. “Maybe later then.”
I wasn’t sure that was going to be up my alley in any sense of the word, but maybe a bit down the road? Sure. I’d give it a try. I wasn’t too proud. “Maybe later,” I agreed. “But for now, lift your hips a bit so I can reach between us.”
She did as I asked, and it was the sweetest relief and also the greatest torture.
Part of me wanted to pull her back down and let her have her way.
It must have felt good for her, too. But we needed to be smart about this.
Eventually, we’d need to return to our parents, and I didn’t really know how to explain jizz stains to my mom right before I went off to college.
I reached for the button of my jeans, but Cleo beat me to it, tugging gently to loosen it. Before I knew what was happening, she guided the zipper down and reached inside to palm my length through my boxers.
“Bluebird,” I breathed as she gave me one long tug. She flicked her gaze between my face and my dick, licking her lips and letting out a shaky exhale as she did it again. “You’re not gonna get to watch if you keep this up.”
“Right,” she said, shaking her head.
My hand took the place of hers as she ran her fingers along her thighs. She stopped at the hem of her dress, hesitating only a moment before pulling the fabric up and revealing her perfect body inch by torturous inch.
This was the first time I was seeing my girlfriend naked, and she was fucking beautiful.
The other times we’d messed around, it’d been through frantic touches beneath clothes so it would be easy to right if we were caught. We’d never had the luxury of nakedness, and honestly, I might not have made the move if she hadn’t done it first.
Her dress fell to the ground, making a soft sound that might as well have been a loud, resounding bang that stole all the breath from my lungs. I didn’t say anything for a moment. How could I when she was kneeling above me in nothing but her underwear?
“Is this okay?” she asked nervously. Her body curved in slightly, as if she were about to grab the fabric and hide for being so bold.
It was taking everything in me not to come right here and now after one stroke. If she wanted to watch, I wanted to try to make it good for her. “It’s perfect,” I breathed. “You’re perfect. Jesus, Cleo.”
She lit up under my praise, scooting back just a bit so she could see me better. “I like my view, too.”
Her gaze flicked down my hand, lips parted as I gave myself one long drag. I did it again and watched her breasts swell on a ragged breath. She said she wanted to watch me to find out what I liked, and I realized I felt the same way.
Cleo couldn’t hide a damn bit of her excitement each time I worked myself.
From the goosebumps that cropped up as she ran her hands along her body to the way she moaned with each gentle pluck of her nipples, I realized how reactive she was to the things I did.
The way it excited her beyond anything else we’d done.
It was too much. All too damn much. With a muffled groan, I came all over my hand like I was back in my bedroom with a hard-on that wouldn’t go the hell away. “Shit,” I sighed. “I’m sorry. That probably wasn’t as hot as you were thinking it would be. I swear I can last longer.”
At least, I fucking hoped I could. It’d be embarrassing if that was going to be my legacy.
But any doubts bled away as I looked at Cleo’s lust-drunk face. “Are you kidding me?” she asked, reaching over and tossing me a blanket so I could clean myself off. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Way better than the porn I found.”
“You watched porn?” I asked, laughing.
She ducked away but nodded. “Yeah. One of the girls at school was passing it around.”
I smiled. “You really are a little bit kinky, bluebird.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she said before moving toward me.
I was all too aware of the fact the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of her underwear. Especially as she dragged herself against me, showing me exactly how much she liked watching. “You’re soaked,” I rasped between kisses.
“It feels strange,” Cleo said, pulling back slightly. “Obviously, I’ve been turned on before when we’ve done other things, but,” she paused, “This feels different.”
Yeah, it did. Probably not in the way it did for her, but even my body could sense something was happening. I wasn’t getting myself off to scratch an itch like normal, or to make sure I wasn’t going to pitch a tent in my shorts when I walked out to breakfast with my parents.
I was acutely aware that this was about more than me and my needs. This was about making Cleo feel as good as I possibly could. “Can I see you?” I asked hesitantly, gazing down her body to her center. “All of you?”
Cleo nodded, ready to swing her leg over but I was faster. I wrapped my arms around her waist and flipped us so her back was flat on the ground and I was hovering over her. She let out a sweet, but nervous, giggle as my fingers played along the waistband of her underwear.
“I think I like you beneath me,” I said, working the fabric slowly down her hips until she was bared to me.
Holy fucking shit. This was real. This was happening.
I dropped the cotton scraps beside her dress, hesitating to get my first honest look at her beneath the moonlight. Soft blonde curls were nestled between her thighs, just a few shades darker than her hair. My nostrils flared as she squeezed her legs together.
“Don’t do that,” I said, dragging my gaze up to meet hers. “Don’t hide.”
“You’re staring at me weirdly,” she murmured.
“I’m staring at you like I want you, like it’s taking everything in me not to rush things and make sure this is just as enjoyable for you as it already has been for me.
” Her lips parted, and I could see the way she relaxed a fraction, so I continued.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. ”
“Clearly you need to get out more.”
“What would make you more comfortable?” I asked, sitting back on my heels. Something had changed from moments ago, and I didn’t like the way she seemed to revert to shyness.
Cleo blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Five seconds ago, you were confidently calling shots, practically drooling as I jacked off to the sight of you watching me do it.”
“I was not drooling,” she muttered.
“And now that the positions are reversed, I feel you clamping up. Is it the position? Do you not want to go any further? And to be clear, it won’t hurt my feelings if the answer is yes, but I won’t know unless you talk to me.”
Cleo took a breath and sat up. “I think I like it when I feel like I have some semblance of control. It’s like I know I can stop at any time, and it makes me feel…
sexy, I guess. Right now, with you staring the way you are, I’m too in my head.
I keep wondering if you’re noticing how bloated I am, or the bruises and scrapes I got last week when Houdini dragged me six feet across the pasture. ”
“Okay then,” I said, holding out my hand.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, panic flaring in her eyes.
My lips tilted in a smile. “Oh, bluebird… We’re not stopping.
Just trust me.” I reached behind me, grabbing hold of the neck of my shirt and tugging it over my head.
It felt unfair she was completely naked while I still had everything on.
She stayed still as I quickly removed my jeans, boxers, and boots.
The moment I was done, I held my hand out once again.
That was all it took for her to place her palm against mine.
I pulled her close to me, earning a soft laugh that probably shouldn’t have made my dick harder than it already was, and then I flipped us once again.
She was on top, straddling my hips and staring down at me with such awe.
“This better?” I asked, and she nodded. “Good. Don’t worry about telling me what you need, baby.”
“You said you liked seeing me beneath you,” she said, looking away.
I gripped her chin and brought her face back to mine, kissing her. “I love you anyway I can get you. That doesn’t mean you have to like all the same things as me, and it can be something we can try later if you want. Whatever does or doesn’t happen tonight won’t define the rest of our lives.”
Cleo kissed me again, but this time she guided my hand where she wanted it—which, lucky for me, was right between her pretty thighs. I groaned against her lips as I felt how eager she was. She began grinding against my hand, rocking back and forth so I brushed her clit with each keen movement.
“Take what you need, bluebird. Make yourself feel good,” I panted, pulling back to watch her do exactly as I said. Her hands landed on my shoulders for support, digging deeper into my skin with each rock of her hips. It wasn’t long before I realized how close she was, and then she detonated.
I held her through each wave of pleasure and stutter of movement, murmuring my praise in her ear as sweat clung to her skin. I didn’t even feel the bite of her nails until her grip lessened, leaving me with indentations I knew would bruise.
Good. I’d proudly wear whatever marks she gave me.
“I want you so much,” Cleo panted, leaning back to grab one of the many condoms she brought out. Her fingers shook as she tried to open the foil packet. I chuckled, plucking it from her hold and tearing it open.
We both paused as we stared at it between us, the reality of what we were about to do evident by the rubber between my fingers.
Cleo took the condom from me, slowly making her way down and rolling it onto my length.
I hissed at the contact, suddenly thankful she had come prepared with plenty of protection.
Honestly, I was grateful for the thing. There was no way I wouldn’t come the moment I entered her without it.
She sat back to stare at her handiwork, eyes widening as she came to some sort of realization. “How is this thing gonna fit?” I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing. “It’s not funny! What if this thing destroys me?”
“You’re great for my confidence, bluebird, but I’m pretty average.” I mean, I might have been on the bigger side of that spectrum, but I definitely wasn’t what she was describing.
Her eyes widened. “Average?”
“How are you just now realizing this?” I laughed, leaning back on my hands. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
Cleo waved her hand dramatically. “Yes, but now this is going to be inside of me.”
“Hey, hey,” I said, pushing up. “We’ll go slow, okay? And whatever position you want.”
She bit her lip. “Can I still be on top?”
“If that makes you more comfortable, absolutely.” I didn’t care how it happened, as long as she was okay. “If there’s any pain, though, you’ll have to either push through it or stop. I won’t be able to do that for you.”
“Yeah, okay,” she mumbled, nodding and moving closer. I could feel the way her body trembled in my arms, or maybe it was my own. I wasn’t sure.
“I love you,” I whispered, making sure she understood the emphasis on the word.
My love wasn’t conditional. It wasn’t there because we were about to have sex. It wasn’t there because I was riding a high from everything we’d done so far. I loved her because she was the single most important thing in my life.
Her gaze met mine, and she smiled. “I love you, too.”