CHAPTER 31 #2
“Yes,” I whisper just before he kisses his way down my slit. “Graydon,” I groan as he spreads me and his tongue presses against my clit.
“Shit,” he grumbles. “You taste fucking amazing.”
Heat swarms me as I gain the courage to spread my legs even wider. One of his hands continues to play with my breast while the other moves between my legs and spreads me for his tongue.
I sink into the mattress as pure euphoria fills me, Graydon knowing exactly what to do and how to do it. His tongue drags slowly over my clit, driving up my need for him with every stroke.
My hands fall to his head, where I play with the short strands of his hair, my fingers pressing into his scalp, creating a moan, which vibrates against me. It’s such a delicious feeling that I moan as well.
“Graydon, more.”
But he doesn’t listen. Instead he continues the slow, laborious torture of dragging his tongue over my clit, pulling the focus of my body’s nerve endings to one point, but never really getting me where I need to be.
And when he pulls away and starts kissing my inner thighs, I want to scream.
“No, Graydon, please.”
I can practically feel his smile against my leg as he kisses up my abdomen, bypassing my clit and moving up my taut stomach to my breasts, where he starts feasting on them, sucking them into his mouth, lapping at my nipples, driving me mad with need.
A prickling sensation bolts through me as he shifts beneath me so I can feel how hard he is.
Wanting to urge him on, I reach between us, press my hand into his boxer briefs, and take his length into my palm.
He groans against me but doesn’t stop, so I use my feet to help me push his boxer briefs down until he’s completely naked with me.
I thrust up into him, trying to feel much-needed friction, but he pulls away from me, making it impossible to get what I need to fall over the edge.
“Graydon,” I complain, driving my hands into his hair and trying to lift him up to look me in the eyes. When he gives in to my tug, his eyes are heady, and the expression on his face is downright sinful.
“Problem?”
“You’re edging me.”
“And you have a problem with that?”
“I want you to make me come.”
He smirks, then leans in close and kisses me, his mouth parting and his tongue darting out, wrapping around mine for a few seconds before he pulls away and drags it down my body, past my breasts, over my stomach again, and straight between my legs, where he spreads me one more time.
Instead of long, flat strokes, he flicks his tongue this time, hard and fast against my clit while keeping my legs spread.
“Oh fuck,” I say, my chest rising as I move up to my elbows, staring down at what he’s doing. “Oh my God, right there, Graydon. Please don’t…oh God, please don’t stop.”
But with those words uttered, he pauses his strokes, then lays a gentle kiss against my clit before moving to my legs, across my thighs, up my stomach, sucking, nipping, kissing, doing everything in his power to make me crazy.
“Graydon, stop. Please, I need…I need to come,” I pant, my chest rising and falling, the spot between my legs throbbing uncontrollably.
“You’ll come when I’m ready,” he says before sitting up on his knees and gripping his cock. His large hand starts pumping over his incredible length while I lie here, unable to do anything but stare at him, at the way he not only commands me but commands his own body.
The finely honed muscles flex across his chest, abdomen, and arms.
The tension in his neck.
The sinful stare he has in his eyes, which are transfixed on me.
It makes me so incredibly hot, so incredibly on edge, that I know the minute he lets me come, I’ll lose all semblance of control.
Lowering, he brings the tip of his cock to my pussy and gently runs it along my slit.
“Jesus,” I say as I squirm, looking for more friction, but he doesn’t give it to me. He just keeps edging and edging.
He lets me pulse and throb, every bitter, beautiful feeling inside me pulling to the center of my body, where they swirl and swirl, waiting to be released.
“Graydon, fuck…please.”
The sexiest smirk pulls at his lips before he leans down between my legs again, hooks them over his wide shoulders, and presses his tongue to my clit, where he flicks rapidly again.
Harder.
Faster.
I’m so overwhelmed, I forget to breathe as my body climbs and climbs.
Higher and higher.
Every muscle tensing.
My legs numbing.
My stomach hollowing as my clit throbs against his tongue, pushing me so fucking close.
So close.
And when he lifts up again, I scream.
“Graydon, stop. Please make me come. Please let me.”
Satisfied with my begging, he brings his mouth back down again and sucks my clit between his lips. In seconds, he has me sweating, panting, and, with one final suck, falling over the edge and straight into white-hot bliss as my orgasm rockets through me.
“Fuck, fuck!” I scream, my chest convulsing, my pussy contracting, everything in me feeling the onslaught of what he just did to me.
He lets me ride out my orgasm on his tongue until I’m completely sated.
That’s when he moves away, and I can hear him breaking into the condoms. He tosses one on the bed while I take a few seconds to catch my breath because I know he’s about to rattle my world again. He lies on the bed, and then I hear, “Come here, beautiful.”
I part my eyes open, and feeling weak and spent, I climb up his body, straddle him, and then lean my chest against his as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Give me…a second.”
He chuckles and drags the tips of his fingers over my back as he slowly pumps his length with his other hand.
I push his hand away and grip his cock myself, pulling on his length slowly, attempting to give him the same torture, knowing I’ll never match it. Ever. But I can at least try.
As I continue to pump, my strength starts to come back and I sit up to find him with his eyes closed, enjoying my hand. It’s such a hot thing to witness, that I can control his pleasure like this.
I move on top of him, straddling his legs, and then I lower myself down so my mouth is a whisper from his cock.
He lazily looks at me and runs his teeth over his bottom lip while his gaze roams over me, promises held in his expression, promises of control but also a hint of submission as he lets me take over and tease him.
I lower down some more, sucking the tip of his cock past my lips while I grip the base, squeezing tightly while I swirl my tongue around the head, soaking up the saltiness of his precum and loving every second of it.
He sighs heavily, his chest now rising and falling faster as I tease him, tempt him, try to torture him the way that he did to me, but the only indication that I’m repaying the favor is the slight flex in his legs and the rise and fall of his chest.
I decide to push him further and bring him deeper into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, where I swallow.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
So I do it again.
And again.
And every time I pull off, I let my teeth drag over his length. When I lower down, I suck as hard as I can until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he says, his body shifting, his energy buzzing now.
I glance up at him, and he has his bulky arm draped over his eyes, his hand curling into my hair while he lets out a hiss as I suck him into my mouth one more time.
“Maple…fucking amazing. Too damn good.”
The compliment spurs me on, and I pump harder on his length, bringing my attention back to the tip of his cock, where I flick my tongue against the sensitive spot under the tip, loving how he reacts with a slight twist of his body and his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Fuck yes, beautiful,” he breathes. My heart’s pounding in my chest, my body thrumming with the chance of pleasure all over again. “Don’t make me come, though. Edge me.”
Why on earth would he want that?
It doesn’t matter. He asked for it, so I’ll give him what he wants.
I spend what feels like the next minute or two gagging on his cock, pumping it hard, sucking, and then flicking my tongue over every inch until he’s panting and pulling me away.
He hands me the condom he pulled from the box and, in a sexy-as-sin voice, says, “Put it on.”
I wet my lips and undo the wrapper before sliding the condom down his length, causing him to hiss when my fingers trail over his balls.
“I want you riding me,” he says. “Are you wet?”
I pull on my lip and nod.
“Let me see.” He moves his fingers between my legs and feels exactly how much turning him on turned me on. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect.”
Then, to my surprise, his abs flex right before he picks me up and turns me around so I’m facing away from him. I’m about to protest, but he spanks my ass so hard that I cry out before he soothes his hand over the spot.
“Oh my God, Graydon.” A rush of arousal swarms over me. My stomach hollows from the pleasure of his dominance.
“Lift up,” he demands.
I lift on my knees, and he positions his length at my entrance before gripping my hips and bringing me down on top of him. I cry out as he fills me, bottoming out and not leaving an ounce of room inside me.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my hands fall to his shins.
But he doesn’t give me much time to adjust as he spanks me again and then thrusts up when I contract around him from the contact of his hand.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he encourages. “Let me feel that tight pussy.”
I grind my teeth together as he slaps my ass again and again, thrusting up every freaking time, creating a deathly dangerous friction that’s building fast in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m already too close,” I say, embarrassment washing over me.
“Me…too…” he grunts as he spanks me again, and I convulse over his cock.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” My body betrays me; it’s all too much.
Between how thick he is, the friction of my clit against him, and the spanking, it’s sending me, and with one more slap of his hand to my ass, I call out his name.
My orgasm takes me into another realm while I ride him hard, my hips flying up and down over his length, taking everything I can to hold on to this perfect, addictive feeling.
“Jesus Christ,” Graydon says as he pumps harder and harder until he lets out a long, sexy moan. “Fuck…me.” He stills, and then he comes, his fingers digging into my hips and his cursing biting into the air as he fights to gain control of his body.
After a few seconds, I lift off him, and I’m about to go to the bathroom when he tugs my hand and brings me on top of his body, where he gently kisses my forehead.
“You okay?” He strokes my back again. My eyes are growing heavy from how late it is and the exhaustion of pleasuring each other.
“Perfect,” I answer as I snuggle in close. “What about you?”
He kisses the top of my head and quietly says, “Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”
I smile against his chest and allow myself to be in this moment. To feel our sweat-soaked skin pressed together, to listen to the beat of his heart against my ear. And to revel in the fact that something so surprising, so perfect, so overwhelmingly special came from a PR stunt.
I never expected anything like this when I first met Graydon, but now that I’m here, in his arms, I never want this to end.