Chapter 9
JILL
I’m on fire.
Grayson’s tongue slides through my slit as he groans and forces more of his fingers into my mouth. I can still taste myself on them, sweet and delirious. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life, and I’m getting rewarded for that.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had.” He spits over me and drags his tongue through it. “I’m going to take my fill of you just like this for as long as I want. Until you’re begging me to let you come again.”
The idea of begging a man to be allowed to come should grate on me. But with Grayson, it does the opposite. I can feel myself growing wetter against his mouth. When he pulls his fingers from my mouth and pushes two inside of my pussy, I can hear it, too.
“Put your hands above your head.”
Head swimming, I do as he’s ordered. My fingers curl into the pillow above me as I pull my knees higher, spreading wider. He spreads his fingers inside of me before sucking my clit, yanking a cry from my throat. It’s loud, too loud for thin hotel walls. That doesn’t stop either of us.
Grayson’s ravished gaze clings to me, trapping my eyes when it would be so easy to let them close. Yet I don’t want to miss a second of this view. Not when I’m watching with a front-row seat as the quiet, professional man I came to know as my friend lets the mask drop.
What I see now is the opposite side of the coin he’s been hiding from everyone. This dominant, devious persona he’s putting on display calls to a side of me that I’ve never felt before. Not to this extent, at least.
I don’t want to refuse his demands. When he says something, I do it, all while feeling this slow, dangerous thrill crawl through my veins. It doesn’t make sense. I shouldn’t feel more confident in a situation like this than I’ve ever felt before, but I refuse to lie to myself.
Grayson bites gently on my clit, and I lift my arms, only to smash them down into the pillows. I swallow back another moan and bury my teeth in my lip to keep from screaming. He does it again, and I squeeze my eyes shut for the first time, unable to keep them open as I fight against the pleasure.
“Having trouble keeping quiet, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice nearly unrecognizable. My jaw almost unhinges when a third finger joins the first two, and I’m spread open. “I don’t remember telling you not to scream. Do you want my fingers back in that pretty mouth?”
My back bows off the bed. The brutal curl of his fingers deep, deep inside of me turns me to liquid. I collapse into the sheets and dig my nails into my palms, head shaking.
“Then let me hear you, Jill. Be my good girl and let those pretty sounds out for me.”
He gets his wish. It’s impossible to bury the next cry that bubbles up my throat. The low, pleased noise that scatters over my pussy intensifies the raging burn inside of me. I’m close—too close.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, gasping.
“Not yet.”
The world tilts. Frustration wells up in my chest, growing bitter when he slows. The suction around my clit disappears, replaced by a slow, lazy drag of his tongue. Cold, bitter disappointment hits me a moment later, and I dig my hands into the pillows above me.
“What?”
“You didn’t ask me for permission,” he says bluntly.
I stare at him in silence, trying to process that. My mind is still so foggy . . . but I swear he just said I couldn’t come without permission.
His chuckle kisses my clit before he swirls his tongue around it. My thighs tense as I press up against the soft, wet touch. Eyes sparking, he draws circles over my swollen nub and then spits again. We both watch while he licks his wet lips and shifts just enough to distract me before—
“Beg,” he murmurs, jamming three fingers as far as they’ll go inside of me. “Beg me to make you come.”
My lips part around a mumbled plea that I don’t realize I’m saying. My core tightens and flutters around his fingers as he works me, not letting up his pace as it grows relentless. The building tension in my middle ramps up as sharp jolts of pleasure pierce through me.
“Louder, Jill. Beg. Me.”
I crack. “Please! Please make me come.”
He pulls my clit back between his lips and sucks hard as a growled noise escapes him. Stars flick across my vision as I stab my nails into my palms and kick my legs out. Grayson takes one by the knee and loops it over his shoulder before pressing harder into my pussy, eating me alive.
It’s wet and messy and so fucking hot. He presses my thigh to his clean-shaven jaw and buries his face, knuckles slamming against my opening. When I tumble over the edge, he catches me. I let the release slam down any remaining walls around my mind, leaving me completely exposed.
I mewl when he slips his fingers free and crawls up my body. His lips are wet when he kisses me. My taste explodes between us when his tongue dives into my mouth, tangling with mine. The fact that he’s still completely dressed unsettles me as the fabric of his shirt rubs across my naked chest.
Without thinking twice, I’ve got my fingers working on the remaining buttons holding it together. Once they’re undone, he shrugs it off and pulls his arms free, all without breaking our kiss. I reach lower this time and pull at the zipper of his slacks.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asks.
I answer immediately. “Yes.”
“Then I’m going to fuck you.”
A shiver runs down the entire length of my body.
I nod and reach for any remaining shreds of my confidence before palming the rigid length of his cock.
His grunt is dark and almost pained. Even trapped away in his dress pants, I can feel how big he is.
A cool, wet sensation expands against my skin when I press harder, attempting to curl my fingers around him.
Lowering my gaze, I stare at where I’m touching him. He throbs in my hold, and that wet sensation spreads before he snaps a hand down to cover mine, lifting it away.
“Don’t make me come a second time outside of your cunt, sweetheart.”
My breath stutters. “A second time?”
Without answering me, he pulls back. My lips are instantly cold, still stained with my arousal. That doesn’t matter. As I watch him stand from the bed and drop his pants, not much else does. His cock slaps against his stomach—holy fuck.
It’s huge. Veins trail up the thick shaft, leading to the angry red tip that shines in the lamplight. The entire length of him is wet. Like he . . . came in his underwear.
Five fingers wrap around the lower half of his length as he strokes himself. My mouth waters, and my pussy drips as I watch in anticipation, almost nervous. Grayson’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. There’s no contest. And I haven’t had sex in months.
“Do you really think that will fit?” I blurt out.
“I’ll make it fit.”
And that’s that.
He doesn’t stop stroking. His pace is slow and obviously meant to tease.
My core throbs when I watch a bead of precum leak from the tip.
He swipes it with his thumb and leans over the bed, his thighs pressing into the mattress.
Watching as he holds the wet digit in front of him, I push myself up into a sitting position and open my mouth.
His energy darkens around us as he pushes his thumb into my mouth. “Taste.”
I moan as I suck the skin clean, slowly lifting my stare. It drags up the bare expanse of his chiselled torso, past the grooves in his hips and the six-pack that I want to sink my teeth into. His shoulders tense when I roll my tongue around his finger and finally let his hungry eyes tear into mine.
“I want you to suck my cock,” he grits out, already reaching for my bound wrists and releasing them. His belt falls to the bed, abandoned, before he gathers my hair in his fist and guides me forward. “You’re going to do that for me before I fuck you.”
The excess moisture in my mouth threatens to drip out as drool with how wide my jaw falls open.
His laugh is rough as it clings to my skin.
The grip he has on my hair tightens before I’m being pulled closer to him.
I slide my knees under me and put my hands on the mattress.
My wrists are a bit sore and raw, but I ignore that as I focus on the dick pointed right at my face.
“You can keep your mouth open just like that,” he purrs, almost teasingly.
I tip my chin and let him guide me toward his hips.
He keeps his grip on his cock as he wraps my hair around his knuckles and brings me close enough that I can kiss the wet tip.
I clench between my legs, dripping down my thighs.
Slowly, I rub my lips across the silky skin and then bring them lower, following the length of a vein.
Grayson hisses a breath and tugs at my scalp. He lets me explore him, but his grip stays tight, reminding me that he’s still in control. That only makes me hotter, my breasts swaying beneath me with my nipples hard as rocks.
“You’re enjoying yourself too much,” he grunts.
I smile despite myself and part my lips to swipe my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Lower and lower, I leave a wet streak on my way to the base. It’s only when I press a soft kiss to his balls that he jerks me up, tugging roughly at my hair.
“Enough playing.”
My eyes roll back as I get my first taste of him. I open my jaw and let him guide me down the first inch of his cock. He’s big enough that my cheeks burn after only a few seconds, but I don’t let that stop me. I brace myself over the mattress and work more of him over my tongue, sucking loudly.
“Fuck. You’re doing so good. That’s how I like it. Take just a little more . . . yes, Jill.”
His praise spurs me on. I choke as I force myself down further before finally retreating and stealing a quick inhale.
My eyes water when I drop again and he hits the back of my throat.
My gag is loud and lewd, but he rewards me with a sharp thrust of his hips.
His cock slides further than I can handle, and spit falls from the corners of my mouth as I try and open my throat.
“That’s my girl. Let me in. I want to fuck your throat.”
I whine around him and rub my thighs together to try and ease the throb between them.
My eyes fall shut when he starts to move his hips, moving inside of my mouth, giving me a tease of how he’ll fuck me later.
I don’t put up a fight. Every thrust of his hips intensifies the pleasure building in my core.
My breasts sway as he fucks my throat, groaning and cursing with every forward grind.
A second hand cards through my hair before taking hold of it. He keeps his ruthless grip in place as he moves, using my mouth. I’m getting off on it, too. Shit, I don’t want him to stop. Not until he’s coming down my throat.
“My perfect cocksucker. You take it so well, sweetheart,” he grinds out, leaning over me just enough that he can reach beneath me to where my breasts rock with his thrusts. Two fingers pinch my nipple and pull on it, making me cry out. “Just a little more. Suck harder, baby.”
My cheeks cave from the strength of my suction. He groans his approval and moves faster, harder. I choke louder now, struggling to keep my eyes open through the tears caught in my lashes.
“Keep those beautiful eyes on me when I come down your throat, Jill.” He growls under his breath and holds my head in place. “Don’t swallow.”
My cheeks are as wet as my chin as he snaps forward one last time. Hot, thick cum fills my mouth. Pulse after pulse, he unloads down my throat and onto my tongue before slowly pulling back. The moment his cock leaves my mouth, he lifts my chin and stares at my lips.
“Hold it,” he demands roughly, smearing the leaking tip across my swollen mouth.
It’s almost impossible. There’s so much of it that I know it’s leaking from the corners of my lips. The salty flavour burns itself into my memory as I keep my tongue flat and ignore the urge to swallow.
Then, finally, he’s nodding. “Open and show me.”
Parting my lips, I let him guide my head back and stare at the mess he left. The longer he keeps me like this, the more slips out, rolling down my chin and down the curve of my jaw. I feel it slide along the length of my throat before he presses his thumb inside my mouth and onto my tongue.
“Swallow now, baby.”
It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever done.
Yet, as I swallow his cum, the last thing I want to do is stop. If this is what being with Grayson is like, then I don’t ever want to stop.