Chapter 20 #2
“Please fuck me, Graham,” I beg. “I need it. I need you.”
His eyes darken. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he says huskily before tucking his chin and letting spit fall from his mouth to his dick.
Spreading it around with his hand, he steps up to the hood, using his other one to wrap around my thighs and yank me closer to the edge.
I gasp, watching as he drags his dick through my lips and around my clit before lining it up.
Graham fists himself at the base and flicks his gaze to mine.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this again,” he rasps before easing inside me.
Going slow at first and letting my body acclimate to his thick girth, Graham feeds his dick into my pussy inch by inch until his pelvis meets my ass, his eyes never leaving mine.
My jaw relaxes, and a breathy moan falls off my lips at how good it feels to be stretched by him.
He pulls all the way out before sinking in again, this time rougher.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Sunny,” he groans as he sets a toe-curling pace.
I fight to keep my eyes open, arousal swimming through my veins.
My palms are flat against the hood, and I drop my gaze to where we’re connected, the sight delicious and erotic, and somehow heightening the pleasure.
Graham reaches up and flicks open the top button on my shirt before working his way down.
Finding the white tank top I’m wearing underneath, he groans and yanks it and my bra down over my boobs.
“Fucking perfect,” he husks, groping one of them before tweaking my nipple.
“Oh god,” I cry out, dropping my head back.
Graham grabs the other one with his free hand, alternating between kneading the flesh and tugging on the piercings.
I can’t even think straight. My nipples have been way more sensitive than usual lately, so I could probably come from that alone. “Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Don’t stop!”
Bringing my fingers to my clit, I massage it as I drag my gaze up to Graham’s face, finding him already watching me. His eyes are dark and full of desire, jaw slack, and sweat drips down his forehead. He looks gone, and it’s exactly how I feel too.
“Getting close, aren’t you, Sunny?” he asks, the words coming out gravelly.
With my teeth sunk into my bottom lip, I nod. I’m so close I can taste it, and with each rough stroke of his cock, the pressure builds higher. My legs tremble, my chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, and I’m right there, but it’s what he says that’s my true unraveling.
“Let me feel you come,” Graham rasps. “Let go for me, baby.”
My release hits me like a freight train, all at once. I drop my head back, crying out as my clit pulsates under my touch and Graham never lets up.
“That’s it,” he coos. “Give it all to me. Such a good girl.” My release must set him off, because a moment later, his movements get jerky, and as soon as I peer up at him, he drops his jaw and lets out the sexiest guttural groan I’ve ever heard.
Once he pulls out, Graham gives me a hand sitting up, but with my legs still shaking, I’m not sure if I can even stand up.
Tucking himself in, he kneels down and threads my legs through each side of my pants, and as I finally get to my feet, resting my hands on his shoulders, he pulls them up before helping me into my shoes.
Graham stands, taking my face in his hand, and as I meet his gaze, all I feel is content and sated for the first time all week.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, his thumb rubbing back and forth over my cheek. When I nod, he says, “Let’s get you inside.”
“Wait, you wanted to show me something in the shop,” I remind him.
Waving me off, he says, “I can show you in the morning.”
“I leave early tomorrow with Georgia, remember?”
He clicks his tongue. “That’s right. Alright, I’ll show you real quick, then you can get inside.”
As I follow Graham into the shop, I don’t allow myself to freak out or overthink what just happened.
Not tonight, at least. This is what I wanted, and I’m not sorry that we did it.
If there’s anybody I’d want to have sex with, it’s Graham, even if I’ll probably kick myself in the butt for it later.
Once inside, Graham steps to the side, letting me see what he’s been working on, and my breath catches in my throat.
“For the baby,” he explains as I pad over to the six-drawer wooden dresser.
Turning toward him, my throat is thick with emotion. “You built this?” My voice cracks.
He nods, coming up beside me. “I’ve been working on it a little bit every night after everyone’s asleep. I figured we could pick a gender-neutral color together to paint it, or leave it unpainted for now and do it once the baby’s here.”
I swallow roughly, my chest tightening at how thoughtful he is. “Graham, this is beautiful. I can’t believe you did all this.”
“It was easy,” he murmurs, like it’s no big deal. “And I wanted something else to work on after I finished with the coop. There’re a few other things I’d like to build for the nursery too.”
“This is incredible,” I say, leaning in and wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you.”
His heart is beating fast, and I find so much comfort listening to it as he holds me to his chest. “You don’t have to thank me, Charley.”
We stay like that for another minute before Graham makes a show of opening and closing all six drawers.
He tells me he wants to finish up a few things before coming in, so I head inside by myself, and as I’m quietly making my way through the house toward the bathroom, I don’t miss the fresh bouquet of sunflowers placed in the center of the dining room table.
My heart clenches, and I’m overwhelmed with emotions because I know he picked those up for me.
He knows they’re my favorite.