CHAPTER 29 #2
I sit up on my knees and his arms automatically wrap around my waist, one of his hands traveling down to cup my ass right before his lips find my neck, his teeth nibbling at the column, heightening the thrill inside me.
Wanting him to lose his clothes as well, I push down on his jeans, and he pauses on sucking my neck for a second so he can take off his shoes, socks, and jeans, only to cup my ass again, pick me up, and turn so he’s sitting on the bed, my center rubbing over his erection.
He leans back on my pillow, and I straddle his lap as I drag my hands up the planes of his pecs, memorizing every contour while I slowly move my hips over him, making his eyes fill with lust.
He rubs his teeth over the corner of his mouth as he fists the strap of my thong with one hand and then moves his other hand up to the clasp of my bra.
He pauses for a second, waiting for me to stop him.
But there is no way I’m stopping this, so he undoes the clasp.
His eyes immediately go to my chest, but instead of taking my bra off right away, I let it hang loosely, barely covering me.
That seems to drive him nuts as he grips my thong tighter, the feel of the fabric cutting into my skin, turning me on even more as he restrains himself from ripping it off completely.
I lean down, grip his jaw, and tilt his head up to meet mine, letting my tongue slide over his lips while my bra slowly slides down my arms until it’s completely off.
Keeping my mouth on his and dancing our tongues together, I slide my bra off and let my hardened nipples lightly drag over his chest.
He groans into my mouth and brings his hand up to cup my breast, his thumb instantly swiping over my nipple, the heat in my body turning into an inferno from the touch of another human, something I didn’t realize I missed until this moment—now I feel crazed for more.
I release his mouth and kiss down his neck to his collarbone as he releases me and lets me slide down his body.
I run my tongue along his pecs, over his nipple, and then down his stomach, my nipples grazing across his skin while my mouth glides over every single one of his abs until I reach the waistband of his briefs.
I glance up at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I slip my fingers along the waistband and drag the fabric down, letting his erection spring up his stomach, the heat in my body prickling all over my skin as I take in just how large he is.
Jesus.
I remove his boxer briefs completely and then grip his thighs, letting my thumbs slide inward. I watch in fascination as his cock twitches over his stomach, seeking out any kind of touch.
Insecurity tries to take over my thoughts, but I push it aside because he would not be that hard if he wasn’t interested, nor would he be looking at me the way that he is if he didn’t want this.
So I start kissing up his thigh, over the V in his hips and his stomach, letting my cheek graze across his length.
He lets out a deep groan as I slide my mouth just over the top, never touching, so I can kiss the other side of his stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his legs spreading. “I want that mouth, beautiful,” he says encouragingly, and it spurs me on.
I wet my lips and then run my palm over his length, only to angle him up and press my lips to his tip, where I gently suck him into my mouth.
“Jesus…Christ,” he growls, his hand falling to my cheek as he watches me with an adoring look in his eyes.
His rapture only heightens my arousal. I can feel a thrumming sensation between my legs, pulsing up into my stomach as I bring him deeper into my mouth, my good hand that’s not braced gripping his length and pumping.
“Shit,” he says breathlessly as he shifts beneath me.
I lift and swirl my tongue around the head, flicking it on the underside and taking him to the back of my throat, the motion bringing a long moan from his lips as I repeat the process, over and over, sucking harder every time I pull him farther into my mouth until he’s hissing and pulling me up his body.
“Not coming in your mouth,” he says as my center falls over his length.
I press my hands to his chest and start rocking over him.
“Why not?”
“Because I want to come inside you,” he whispers. His eyes find my breasts, his hands squeezing and making my head fall back as I ride him, letting the friction between us drive my arousal higher and higher.
“God, you’re huge.” My hips shoot forward faster, my stomach starting to tighten, my orgasm building to the feel of my clit rubbing over his length. “Fu-uck,” I grunt, my eyes slamming shut. I can’t stop.
I’m so close.
And I know he wants to come inside me, but this feels too good.
“Graydon,” I whisper. “I’m…I’m so close.”
“Then ride me, beautiful. Come all over my cock.”
My eyes fall to his, and I dig my fingers into his chest, anchoring down as I let my hips fly, my clit throbbing, tightening. A bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine, and my orgasm pulses through me as his name falls off my lips, and I start coming on his length.
“Fuck,” I rasp as my hips slow down, and my eyes open to look up at him, a bashful feeling setting in until I see the pure hunger in his expression.
“Jesus Christ, that was so hot,” he says right before flipping me to my back.
He gets off my bed, his cock standing tall, and he pulls his wallet out of his jeans, snagging a condom. Eyes on me, he sheathes himself and then pulls my legs to the edge of the bed, flipping me to my stomach.
He leans over me, his cock rubbing against my ass cheek as he leans down, moves my hair to the side, and kisses my neck. Whispering in my ear, he says, “Face down, ass up, beautiful.”
He drags his mouth over my shoulder, along my shoulder blade, and down my back until he reaches my ass. With his teeth, he grabs hold of my thong and drags it off my body. From the side, I see him toss it to the ground while I get up on my knees and stick my ass in the air like he wants.
With anyone else, I think this position would have made me feel self-conscious, but with him, it makes me feel sexy.
“This ass,” he says, his hand smoothing over it. “Fuck, I’ve wanted it from the moment I set my eyes on you.”
His fingers slide down my crack to my arousal, where he feels just how turned on I still am.
“Good girl,” he says, sticking two fingers inside me and slowly pumping me while his thumb rubs along my clit.
I let out a silent breath as I feel my nerves pull inwardly again, amazed at how quickly my body can react once again. And I know it has everything to do with him.
His palm glides over my ass, then pulls back and spanks me gently.
“Oh God,” I yelp, not prepared for that, but then surprisingly liking it. He must notice because his fingers are still inside me where I’m clenched.
“Shit, beautiful.”
He removes his fingers and then positions his length at my entrance. He angles my hips up more as he stands behind me, his height lining up with me perfectly as he eases inside me, stretching me in the best way possible.
Halfway in, he asks, “You good?”
“Yes,” I answer in a raspy tone.
He keeps pushing until he’s bottomed out, my ass pressing against him.
“Fuck,” he breathes heavily. “You feel too damn good.”
Then he spanks me again, and I tremor around him, squeezing him involuntarily as I ride out the feeling of being so full.
“Shit,” he whispers, spanking me again.
And again.
And again.
He smooths his hand over the red mark every time, then does it again until I’m panting, my body shaking as I can feel myself ready to break into a full-out sweat from how turned on I am, how full. I need friction in order to finish off but he’s not giving me that.
“Fuck me,” I groan. “Fuck me, Graydon. I need more.”
He pulls out all the way, causing me to feel such a great loss as he rubs his cock along the crack of my ass, giving himself some friction but leaving me hanging.
“Graydon, please.”
He leans forward over my body, bringing one of his hands to my chest, and starts playing with my nipple.
He kisses my shoulder and neck, then yanks my head to the side, where he finds my lips.
He makes out with me for a moment before moving back to the curve of my shoulder and neck.
His teeth bite down on me while he sucks, and I know it’s going to leave a mark.
It’s something I will have to cover up tomorrow, but I don’t care because I want him marking me.
Claiming me.
His mouth trails back down my body again. His lips press against the curve of my ass while he pinches my nipple until I’m panting, about to come just from the torture he’s putting me through.
When he finally pulls back, lines up with my center, and pushes into me, I cry out his name before he starts pounding into me, his hips flying at a rapid pace while he grips my waist, hoisting me up higher for a better angle.
My forearms rest against the mattress, anchoring me as they’re the only part of me touching the bed now that he’s holding me captive, taking charge and fucking me to the point that I can practically feel him in my throat from how deep he’s going.
“Fuck, Graydon. Oh my God, so deep.”
“So goddamn tight,” he groans, his pace picking up as he feels me starting to tighten.
“Oh God, yes, yes, Graydon…oh, I’m…I’m going to come.” My body tightens, my pussy clenches around him, and with a few more thrusts, I’m moaning so loud that I know every single one of my neighbors can hear me. But I don’t care because it’s the most delicious, mind-bending feeling.
“Fucking shit!” He pulses a few more times, then stills as he yells, “Fuck,” and comes inside me, his fingers digging into my skin. “Jesus…Christ.” He lightly pulses a few more times, then lowers me to the bed before kissing between my shoulder blades for a few seconds.
When he lifts away, he goes to the bathroom, where I assume he’s taking care of his condom.
When he comes back into the room, he flips me to my back, picks me up, and brings me to the head of the bed. He lies down with me, his back to the mattress and my chest to his, and I rest my head in the crook of his neck.
His hand lazily drags up and down my back as we both catch our breath, my mind still trying to comprehend what I have just experienced.
With Hardy, it was always good, but it felt like something was missing.
With Graydon, I know what that something was—this deep pull I feel whenever he’s around. It’s like we were bound to be connected from the moment we first met, and now that we’ve finally given in, the missing puzzle piece in my life has finally connected.
He kisses the top of my head and lets out a deep breath.
After a few seconds, he says, “I really like you, Maple.”
I chuckle because, yeah, I could tell. “I like you too.”
He lifts my chin so I have to look him in the eyes. “And I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you. I promise that will never happen again. You are mine to protect, mine to keep, and I’m not going to fuck that up.”
His words, a whisper of a promise coming off his tongue, cover me like a warm blanket because I believe him.
“Thank you,” I say as I lean forward and kiss him.
He sighs into the connection, his hand sliding down to my ass before I pull away and rest my head back on his chest, completely and utterly content.