31. Grant
Grant
I am determined to kiss him senseless. To give him pleasure.
I want Declan to feel incredible, and that’s how I kiss him. With everything I have. And with every sweep of my lips across his, he trembles.
I kiss his mouth, his chin, his jaw. Each time, he shudders under my touch.
It’s heady—his reaction to me. It’s addictive and I need another hit.
Sucking on his lower lip, I draw out a wild moan from the man I want. His hands race up and down my chest, over my shoulders, into my hair. I push him against the wall, slam my crotch to his, grind against him. My hands dive into his hair and I kiss him recklessly.
Deeply.
I can’t get enough of him, his taste, his scent, him . His groans turn to whimpers as I devour his lips, just like I want to devour his body. The need to touch him everywhere, kiss him all over, is staggering—it’s like a force pulsing inside me.
Touch him.
Taste him.
Have him.
I travel along his neck, marking him with more deep, hungry kisses. Then even more.
I can’t stop.
As his hands rope into my hair, he lets out a desperate sigh. “God,” he pants. “You’re just... my undoing.”
And he’s mine.
I run my nose along his neck, inhaling him as pride surges in me from his words. Pride mixed with white-hot desire.
I’ve never wanted to turn a man on as much as I want to do that to Declan. The way he melts under my touch is intoxicating.
Powerful too.
I feel strong with him.
Last night I wanted to bottom, and I still want that for my first time. But right this second, I want to feel as if I’m topping him in the way we kiss.
Maybe this is what it means to be vers. Wanting both. Sliding in and out of both roles. Wanting different things at different times.
Maybe wanting the same thing at the same time.
Whenever we’re together, I discover something new about myself. I unlock a part of who I am.
But as I flick my tongue across his jaw, and Declan unleashes a frenzied pant, I learn this —I love figuring out him .
What turns him on.
What makes him vibrate under my touch.
What electrifies him.
I want him to feel wild for me, because I feel wild for him.
Completely crazy for him.
That’s a terrifying but thrilling realization. Maybe this is why I waited.
To have everything at once.
My chest floods with emotions, sensations, desires. It’s so staggering, everything hitting me at once.
I don’t know what to do, where to go, how to be.
Except... closer to him.
I run my hands over his pecs, then raise my face, meet his gaze. “I want to get you out of these clothes, get my mouth all over you. Can I do that first?”
“You can do anything to me, with me.” He grabs my hair harder, tugs it at the roots. “I can’t say no to you.”
“Do you want to say no to me?”
He shakes his head, his dark eyes glimmering with lust. He looks lost in the moment. Lost in me. “I want to say yes. To everything, Grant.”
Say yes to me .
Say yes to all of this. You and me. Me and you.
I don’t even know what the question would be. Except maybe... do you feel this too?
But now’s not the time nor the place. I’ve got to focus on the physical, not on my runaway feelings.
This is just sex.
Just contact.
I try to zone in on that.
My skin buzzes with excitement as we separate. I’m about to rip off my shirt. Strip off my jeans.
But I slow down. Breathe. Rake my eyes over him from head to toe, drinking in the stunning sight of this man in my room.
Broad shoulders, dark brooding eyes, lips I could obsess over.
I want to remember every second of tonight.
Want to imprint it on my mind so I can use it for fodder.
Yes, this is just sex .
It has to be.
That’s all we are, and that’s fine. It’s fantastic.
I tease at the hem of his polo shirt, the pads of my fingers sliding under the cotton, across the ladder of his abs. His breath hitches as I explore his skin.
I take my time, building anticipation, winding him up. “You feel so good,” I murmur as I lift up his shirt, slowly at first, inch by inch, bending, so I can kiss my way up his abs as I go.
My mouth roams across his stomach, and his fingers coil around my head. “Yes, do that,” he urges.
I do as asked, licking and tasting and groaning.
He groans too with every flick of my tongue.
When I reach his pecs, I speed up, yanking his shirt over his head.
Declan lets it fall to the floor. I stare at his chest, breathless.
I’ve gazed at him countless times. But this is the first time I’ve stared at him when our bodies are about to join.
Our eyes lock.
Screw taking it slow.
Faster now, I unsnap his jeans, push them down, then his boxer briefs. He helps me along, kicking off his shoes and the rest of his clothes.
My skin scorches when his cock says hello.
I curl a fist around his dick, unleashing a carnal groan as I feel his hot, hard length, then as I slide my thumb over that first, delicious drop of liquid arousal. I bring it to my lips, smear it over them, and lick it off.
“Need you now,” he says on a rough shudder, then his hands fly, and he’s grabbing at my shirt, tugging it over my head, yanking at my jeans.
In mere seconds, we’re both down to nothing, and he backs me up to the bed, pushes me down.
I scoot up, eyes on him the whole time. He’s like a tiger hunting his prey.
Hunt me, Declan.
Please.
Have me.
He climbs over me, covers me, and fucks my mouth with his tongue.
Hungry, greedy kisses.
Consuming kisses.
I am sparking everywhere.
My dick is leaking, and my body is aching for him.
I wanted to tease him, toy with him, but holy hell, the feel of his weight on me is extraordinary. I love his strength, I need his strength, and he gives it to me as he moves down my body.
Kissing my tattoos.
Licking the arrow, the mountains, the compass.
Teasing my nipples.
Biting.
Flicking.
Most of all, savoring .
He kisses me like he’s never enjoyed kissing this much.
Maybe that’s crazy, but I feel all sorts of crazy tonight.
“I have to have you, Grant. I can’t get enough of you.
Your skin, your scent, your body,” he says, raising his face as he nears my cock, then buries his nose between my thighs, inhaling me.
I arch up, moaning as his nose travels across my skin, his stubble grazing my dick.
Then, with a wicked arch of his brow, and a naughty flicker in his eyes, he takes my shaft in his mouth.
“Yes,” I grunt, bucking up instantly, pleasure searing my blood. He drags me in deep, sucking hard, then drawing back as he licks a stripe up the underside. I shudder out a breath. “I’m pretty sure you want me to come while you’re inside me, right?”
He moans against my cock, then lets the head fall from his lush lips. “Feisty, aren’t you? And yes, I really fucking do,” he says darkly.
“Then don’t suck me so good right now,” I warn.
He hums around my length, licking the crown. “So hard to stop. You taste so good,” he murmurs as lust tears through me.
I grab his head, my body trembling. “Bet I feel good too. Bet my ass feels great. How about trying that?”
Declan lets go, lifts his face, pushes up on his arms, and prowls, just fucking prowls over me, like an animal. “You are so sexy it’s killing me.”
His arms pin me.
His gaze torches me.
And I don’t want this to end.
I want him to take me like this.
But even though I want to be taken, I also want to show him I can drive him insane with pleasure too.
I slide my hands up his strong arms, curving over his muscles, gripping his biceps. And I flip him to his back.
As I climb over him, he arches an appreciative brow. “Nice move, rookie.”
Then I kiss my way down his body, making him writhe and groan, curse and shudder.
And I memorize each sound, each sigh. I save it for later—for when this ends, for when I need to get off.
Since this is just sex.
Just sex .
Only, that’s a lie, and I know it.
This isn’t just sex.
At least not for me.
It’s so much more.
And I kiss him that way, so he knows in my touch what’s happening in my heart. I want him to feel consumed in every way, like I do.
“Grant,” he rasps out, and my name has never sounded more frantic, more fevered than in his sexy, throaty rumble.
I settle between his thighs, sliding my hands under his legs, yanking him toward my face. Then I draw his cock into my throat. I moan against his shaft, loving the taste of him.
“Yes, you’re so fucking good at that,” he says as I lick and suck and show him how much I want him. After a hot, heady minute, he grabs my face. “Stop. We need to fuck. Now.”
Best. Words. Ever.
I let him go with a loud, wet pop, then I move up his body, kiss his lips, and give him a command. “Then get me ready.”
Declan blows out a long stream of air and reaches for the lube as we shift positions.
I raise my knees, setting my feet on the bed. He drizzles lube on his fingers, strokes me slowly, presses a finger against my hole.
My body twitches with pleasure.
His lips twist into a wicked grin. “Love watching you. Love your reactions,” he says as he pushes in more, playing with my balls with his other hand.
I push down on his hand, asking for more. “Yeah? How do I look?”
“Turned all the fuck on,” he says, as he lets go to add more lube to his fingers.
Then he adds more fingers in me.
And holy hell, it’s intense.
Mind-bending too, as Declan finger fucks me for a long time, opening me up.
After several delirious minutes, I’m panting and moaning.
Ready, so damn ready. Hell, I’ve been ready for him for a long time.
I push up on my elbows, my mouth dry, my body on fire, then I say, “Can I sit on your dick now?”
A slow, wicked grin spreads on his face as he eases out his fingers, grabs my face and hauls me in for a wild kiss that ends quickly as he reaches for a condom.
We shift positions, so I can be on top. “This should be easier for your first time,” he says. “You’re in total control. You set the pace.”
I nod, barely able to respond with words because the sight in front of me is too sexy.
Too erotic.
Too carnal.