Chapter Twenty-Nine
Carrie
“Those too, Carrie.”
My nipples hardened at his rough command, his dark eyes filling with hunger. Keeping eye contact with him, I got off the bed, hooked my thumbs into the lace, and pulled them down over my hips, giving him a show, just the way he liked. A low, gruff sound came from his chest then, going straight down to my core. My lips parted as he palmed his erection through his sweats, his eyes on my chest, then my belly, then the apex of my thighs. “See what you do to me, Carrie?” he growled through his teeth. “You drive me crazy.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, those dark eyes trailed back up my body and focused on my mouth.
“Open,” he ordered.
I loosened my jaw, opening my mouth wide and sticking out my tongue.
He bit off a curse, and then he was standing, rounding the bed.
“I’ll be damned if I’m laying down for this,” he muttered as he came to me, grabbing my head in his hands, and kissing me.
Hard.
His tongue dove into my mouth as one of his hands slid to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair as the other fell away from me. A second later, he pressed his naked body against mine, his thick, hard cock against my belly. I moaned, reaching between us to drag my finger up his shaft.
He bit down on my lip, sucking on it as spurts of pleasure zipped through me like lightning. When he let go, he whispered, “You gonna let me fuck your face, gorgeous? Hm?”
Wetness flooded my core, my thighs as my clit pulsed with need. The coarse hair of his chest brushed against my aching nipples, causing me to whimper as I nodded. “Yes,” I gasped, picturing the image in my head.
With a growl, Grayson pulled himself from me, showing me his teeth as he clipped, “Open that mouth wide.”
I did as he asked, and a second later, he spit into it . My eyes widened.
Oh, fuck.
“On your knees, Sunshine.”
My knees gave out, and once I was on the floor, I was at eye level with the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Grayson’s spit was still on my tongue, the taste of him only compelling me more. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back. His eyes were wild, a look of raw need on his face as he pushed out, “Eyes on me.”
I didn’t break my gaze as he fisted his cock, resting the hot head of it on my tongue. I didn’t break his gaze when he told me to lick it. I didn’t break his gaze when he ordered me to take him into his mouth.
I didn’t break his gaze.
I was a good girl.
His good girl.
He was the one who broke it when my mouth closed around him, and he dropped his head back, a guttural sound coming from him as he bit off a curse. A sense of power came over me then, and soon, I was sucking him, my tongue underneath his shaft as I bobbed my head back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper each time. His fingers in my hair loosened as I continued to work him, listening to the low sounds of pleasure coming from him.
“Fuck, Carrie,” he grunted as his chest heaved.
I moaned around him, pulling him all the way out and licking the length of him as I gazed up at him. His face twisted as his abs flexed. “Most beautiful woman in the goddamn world,” he growled.
“I love you,” I said softly, taking him back into my mouth.
Suddenly, both of his hands were on my head. “Alright, Sunshine, you’ve had your fun. Now, stay still so I can fuck your face like the good girl you are, yeah?”
My core clenched around nothing, needing him.
“Put your hands on my thighs, Sunshine. Tap me if it gets to be too much.” I looked up at him, his cock stretching my mouth as I put my hands on his thighs. “Good girl.”
He pulled his hips back slowly, taking his cock from me and then slowly thrusting back into my mouth. Not all the way, little by little, until I was used to it. Soon, he was fucking my mouth at a steady pace, grunting and cursing above me as he watched. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, but I didn’t tap his thigh. Saliva was pooling around my mouth now, drops of it falling onto my heavy breasts.
My body was humming with need, and I knew the second he touched me, I would be gone. Giving him pleasure was the hottest, most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck, I wish you could see how much of a good girl you are, letting your man fuck your pretty little mouth like this,” he grunted, panting. He pulled out, and I gasped for air, tears in my eyes. Then, he was back in again, shoving his cock into my face, not stopping until my nose was against his lower abdomen and I gagged around him.
He groaned. “Yeah, Sunshine, choke on that dick. That’s it.”
He pulled out, letting me breathe for a moment before dropping his hand to my throat and slowly pushing his way back in again. “Letting me stretch that throat out,” he growled, “like a nasty fucking girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
My eyes stung, my lungs burned, but I couldn’t get enough of him—his pleasure. Unable to stop myself, I pulled one of my hands from his thigh, shoving it between my legs, finding my clit. I moaned and gagged around him, rubbing my fingers in quick circles as I moved my hips.
Suddenly, his cock was gone, and I gasped his name, my eyes rolling back as my climax hit me, taking over my body. “Yes! Yes! God, yes!” I cried, pressing my fingers into my spasming clit.
“Fuck me,” Grayson growled. My eyes snapped open to find him sitting on the bed, legs wide, his face twisted in pleasure as he jacked himself, my spit covering his cock and hand. “Get up here and fuck me, Sunshine.”
Unable to stand, I got down on all fours and crawled to him.
His eyes flashed before his head fell back. “Fucking hell, Carrie.”
As quickly as I could, I got up, climbed into his lap, and slammed myself down onto him.
Both of us let out desperate, broken moans as I put my hands on his shoulders and his on my hips. His fingers dug into my skin, and I used all the strength in my shaking legs to rise up and drop back down, over and over, feeling him stretch my pussy out like he had stretched my throat. I cried out for him as he bent his head, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking deep. His arms shifted then, banding around my waist, holding me close as I held his head to my chest, fucking him.
“G-Grayson,” I panted, my clit brushing against his coarse hair with every move of my hips. My fingers tangled themselves into his hair as he moved to my other nipple, growling and sucking. “I love you. I love you s-so much.”
He groaned into my skin, and then I was on my back, my legs wrapped around him. He held himself up on his forearms, his eyes shining with love as he stared down at me, our bodies still connected. Our pants collided with one another, chests heaving, covered in sweat. A lock of his hair hung down, and I brushed it aside before rubbing my thumb over his scar.
Without a word, he pulled out, leaving nothing but the tip of his cock touching me, resting at my entrance. We stared at each other, and when he slammed back inside me, filling me, my mouth opened on a silent moan, my back arching. A growl rumbled in his chest as he repeated the process three more times, each time shoving me further and further across the bed. Soon my head was hanging over the edge as he pounded into me relentlessly, my cries filling the house along with the sounds of our bodies.
When I was about to reach my second peak, he sat up and yanked me back onto the bed. I gasped as he flipped me over, bringing me to my knees. He slammed into me from behind as I held myself up on my elbows, clasping my hands together tightly, taking everything he was giving me.
“Carrie,” he clipped.
“Grayson,” I breathed, my ass bouncing against him.
“Play with your needy clit while I pound this pussy, would you?” he asked, his dirty words sending goosebumps across my skin. My arms gave out, and I fisted the sheets with one hand, snaking the other underneath me, brushing my fingertips over my clit.
My walls fluttered around him, and he chuckled. “That’s it, Sunshine. Come on my cock.”
As my eyes rolled back, my climax coming down upon me like rain, I moaned his name like a prayer, my body bucking and convulsing. My thighs began to shake as he continued to fuck me, pulling my hips back, using my body for his pleasure now.
I felt him hover over me seconds later, his heat surrounding me as his lips found my ear. “Open your fucking mouth,” he growled before ripping himself from me and flipping me back over. I opened my mouth, still coming as I let out a desperate sound. He climbed over me, straddling my chest, his glistening cock in his hand. “Keep it fucking open.”
He leaned over me, his cock hovering above my face. I saw a bead of his cum on the tip, and I wanted it. Before he could utter another command, my hand was around his cock and I lifted my head up, taking him into my mouth. He groaned my name. “Dammit, Carrie.”
I moaned around him, tasting salt and me— us .
Then, my head was back against the mattress, and he was fucking my mouth again, his thrusts erratic. He cried out, burying himself to the hilt as I gagged around him, holding my breath. “Take it, Sunshine,” he rasped, his cock swelling. “Take my fucking cum. Every single drop.”
I felt his seed shoot out then, filling my throat.
He pulled out, and in a flash, his face was above me again, his hand covering my mouth, his body pinning me down. His eyes were wild as he roughly commanded, “ Swallow. It. ”
When I did, he pulled his hand away and kissed me. “Christ, we taste so damn good,” he grunted against my lips, kissing me until I was gasping, breathless. He pulled away from me, trailing scorching kisses down my neck, across my jaw, my throat. He kissed every single inch of my neck, murmuring sweet words as he did.
I love you.
Thank you.
You’re such a good girl.
Thank you.
I love you.
He continued his trail of kisses down my chest, licking and sucking my nipples until my clit was throbbing once more. He kissed and worshiped my belly, his hands gently squeezing my soft sides. When he got down to my core, I said nothing, opening my legs wide for him. He smiled at me, looking feral again. “That’s my good girl.”
Then, he was on me, eating me like I was his last meal, holding me down to the mattress as I squirmed and bucked against his face, begging for mercy. He didn’t stop until I came—three more times.
When he was done, he pulled me into his arms, resting my head on his chest, and we drifted off to sleep.
Three days later. Blue Beauty. Astoria, OR.
The loud banging continued at my front door as Grayson waited for my answer.
Three days.
That was all we were given before my friends discovered I was back. Grayson spotted Michael’s cruiser driving by this morning, and he said they made eye contact through the window before he sped off. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to see them; I did. Truly, I did. I needed one of Michael and Sarah’s tight embraces. I needed a shoulder punch from Margo. I needed to hear Rossy tell me everything was okay.
I needed all of that, but I needed Grayson more. Our time was coming to an end, and my soul was dying. I would never be the same once he was gone.
“Carrie?”
My heart was pounding, and for a moment it was the only thing I could hear. I met Grayson’s eyes and shook my head, putting my hands against my stomach as anxiety swarmed me.
Grayson’s head ticked to the side, his brows coming together in concern as he closed the distance between us. “Sunshine, if you want them gone, it’ll be done. Whatever you want. Say the word.”
I shook my head again. Of course, I didn’t want them gone. My throat burned as knives gathered within it, cutting me from the inside out. “What if they hate me?” I whispered.
His dark features softened. “Baby.”
“They’ve been worried about me, and I’ve been with you—safe for some time. What if, when I tell them the truth, they hate me for it?”
Tic-Tac meowed from his spot on the couch, rising and stretching before hopping down. I watched as he made his way into the kitchen, rubbing his body against Grayson’s leg. The knocking stopped and then started back up again, Margo’s voice booming through the wood. “Listen here, you big, dumb man! You got five seconds to open this door and let me see Cardinal before I kick it down!”
Grayson looked annoyed. “Is she always this violent?”
I nodded, shrugging a shoulder. “That’s just Margo.” I moved then, stepping around him, my feet carrying me out of the kitchen, across the living room, to the front door. I put my hand on the doorknob, hearing Rossy’s calm voice.
“Darling, I don’t think threatening the man is going to get you inside faster,” he said.
My heart warmed.
“Just be patient, Margo,” Sarah said, sounding tired.
“No, fuck that—”
I opened the door to find all of them staring at me, Margo in the middle, her face red with anger, her black hair up in a messy bun, the ends sticking out in every direction, dressed in all black as usual. Rossy was to her left, dressed in brown slacks and a hunter green coat, his usual happy glow gone. And then, there was Sarah to the right of Margo, dressed in sweats and an old college sweatshirt with her hair in a similar bun to Margo’s and dark bags under her eyes. Michael was behind her, leaning against the porch railing, in his uniform, his face grim and serious.
They stared at me in a stunned silent, and when I felt Grayson behind me, all four pairs of eyes lifted to his face.
“You wanna come in? Fine,” he began, his smooth voice firm, cold. “You wanna start shit? You can stay the fuck out here and freeze. We clear on that?”
They all looked to me, and I lifted my hand, giving them a small wave. “Hi.”
I expected Sarah to be the one to fold first, but to everyone’s surprise, it was Margo. Her tough mask melted away as her face crumbled. “Cardinal,” she croaked, lunging for me. The weight of her rocked me, and instantly, I felt Grayson’s hands on my waist, steadying me. I wrapped my arms around my friend as she sobbed into my shoulder. “You scared me,” she whispered.
My eyes burned with tears then, finding Sarah’s. Her skin was pale, making the bags under eyes look so much worse than they were. I mouthed, “I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around herself, a tear sliding down her cheek, giving me a nod.
“Margo, let’s step inside, yeah?” Grayson suggested quietly, moving away from me. She nodded against me, letting me go.
Once everyone was inside, Grayson shut the front door and leaned his shoulder against it, watching everyone in the living room like a hawk as I faced them. Michael said nothing, walking over the kitchen to lean against the wall. Rossy stood by the windows while Margo and Sarah stood before me.
“Are you okay?” Sarah finally asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was raspy, like she’d been screaming.
My eyes held her stunning brown ones. “I’m okay,” I confirmed.
Another stretch of silence drifted between all of us, everyone unsure of what to say—well, everyone aside from Grayson. He was on guard, his jaw tight and shoulders tense.
Rossy cleared his throat. “We’re so glad, darling.” I turned my head to face him, seeing pain swirling in his eyes. “So glad,” he repeated, softer this time.
My feet moved before my brain knew what was happening. Seconds later, I was in his arms, my face in his sweater vest. “Hi, Rossy,” I pushed out, my voice thick.
I felt his hand on the back of my head, stroking over my curls. “Hi, my darling,” he replied, his voice just above a whisper. “Our sweet girl.”
My shoulders moved in time with my cries, and behind me, I heard a sobbing, “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Then, Margo was hugging both of us on the right, and on the left, I felt Sarah. I turned my head to face her, the steady beat of Rossy’s heart in my ear. Tears were running down her face as it twisted in anguish. Rossy held the three of us against him for some time.
No more words were said.
The only thing that could be heard through the living room of Blue Beauty were our sobs and sniffles.
Eventually, I turned my head, finding Grayson’s eyes already on me. He gave me a pained smile, one half of his mouth tilting up, saying more than words ever could.
At least when he was gone, I wouldn’t be totally alone.