Chapter 26 #4
The rich laugh that comes out of him makes my skin break out in goose bumps. He’s the only guy who’s ever had this effect on me, and I can’t help but wonder which traits of mine—besides my boobs and ass—have an impact on him.
“All right, first one.”
“Yay!” I say quietly, and he shushes me.
“I named the restaurant you visited after my childhood dog, Phoenix.”
“Awwww.” That’s not something I would have expected from him, but if there’s one thing time has taught me, it’s to expect the unexpected when it comes to Grayson.
“I’m adorable, I know.” Rolling my eyes, he continues.
“I got engaged and married at twenty-two.” My heart races at his words, but I remain silent.
I think my breathing has even halted in anticipation.
“My mom took me to three different countries in one summer, all for different photo shoots she was doing. I was only twelve, but I remember it vividly. It was insane.” His eyes don’t stray from the sky even when his smile vanishes, and something inside me shifts.
Does he talk to them like I do with my cousin, or is he more of the praying type?
Or maybe he doesn’t do any of that. Something tells me he’s not the kind to not have some way of communicating with them.
“I still pay for their cell phone bills.” It’s as if Grayson is in his own world right now, and I don’t dare to interrupt him.
“My siblings and I call it whenever we want to hear their voices. It may only be a few words, but there’s something different about home videos and calling a number that’s available.
It makes us feel like they’re still with us somehow. ”
My vision blurs with tears for him and his way of communicating with them.
It’s the sweetest and most heartbreaking thing I’ve heard.
To lose a parent just as you start becoming an adult must be hard beyond belief.
I can’t imagine losing my parents now. I’m not sure how he and his siblings managed to survive it.
I gently wipe my nose on my shirt sleeve, accidentally sniffling, causing Grayson to snap his head my way. I’m not sobbing, but a few tears have fallen. I tried to hide it because the last thing I want is to make this about me.
“Hey.” He wipes another tear that’s started to fall. “It was a long time ago.”
I take a ragged breath and give him a knowing smile. “We both know that, unlike simpler aspects of life, time doesn’t heal the wounds of a loss, not completely anyway. The scar will always be there; we just learn to live with it.”
Grayson’s eyes grow solemn, but his sad smile stays as he gives me a dip of his chin. “I didn’t think getting to know each other would be so fucking depressing.”
I let out a choked laugh and wipe my nose again. “We’re unique bitches.”
Grayson’s mouth opens in a hearty chuckle. “Did you just call us ‘bitches’?”
Nodding, I grab his phone and hand it to him. “May I pick a song? The last five have really killed the mood.”
Grayson unlocks his screen and hands it to me. I scroll past various rock bands and pop artists when his phone buzzes, and a text appears on top. My eyes automatically read the message, even though I hate looking at other people’s texts…but it’s too late.
Lame Bros:
Lainey: Percy and Bessie got back together, and let’s just say, we all heard the reunion.
A loud snort leaves me, and Grayson leans over just in time to read the short message before it disappears.
“You really have to tell me who Percy and Bessie are.”
He sighs. “It’s just my sister gossiping about her coworkers. She’s on tour with a huge orchestra, and there’s lots of drama going on.”
“Damn, your sister’s cool.” I wish I could’ve spoken to her longer, and I have yet to know what his brother does. “Also, what’s up with the name of the group chat?”
Grayson shifts slightly on the mattress, crossing his arms. “Wesley and I kept trying to change the name, but Lainey seems to have more time on her hands because she kept beating us to the punch. Eventually, we let it go.”
Now, I know his brother’s name. My mind is spinning as the person in front of me finally starts to take shape.
“Are you going to pick a song or what?” His words snap me out of my stupor, and I flip my eyes back to his phone.
I laugh quietly to myself. “Lame Bros.”
“Just shut up and pick a song.”
Giving up on his library selection, I click on “search” and enter the title of a Spanish song that fits our situation perfectly.
Pressing play and locking the phone, “Mayores” by Bad Bunny and Becky G sounds through the small speaker, and I ask him, “You know some Spanish, right?”
“Yeah, not fluently, but I can hold a conversation well enough.”
His eyebrows rise at the first line of the song, and I hide my smile behind a hand. I can’t hold a conversation in Spanish either, but I know what this song is about thanks to Kamila and our friend Luna.
His mouth opens and closes several times as he listens to the lyrics, then the chorus hits.
He meets my eyes, and this time, only one eyebrow rises, a seductive smile replacing his previous shocked expression.
It’s easy to see him with the small but strong lights surrounding us, and the heat simmering behind his gaze is very clear.
My smile from earlier fades as the song plays on, and I’m captivated by the shift in his demeanor. His pupils are dilated and full of unadulterated lust.
The tension crackles as he moves closer to me.
“I get it.” He leans over, his lips just inches away from mine.
A hand wraps around my thigh, pulling me closer to him.
“You’re making fun of me for being older than you, but that’s also what you want.
It turns you on to be with someone more experienced.
Someone who’s not afraid to take charge.
” Okay, I didn’t mean for him to interpret the song so literally, but I’m not complaining about the heat growing in my core or what’s swelling in his pants.
“The song also mentions that she likes bigger dicks.”
I’m practically panting against his mouth. I try to kiss him, but he has other plans. Within a second, Grayson is on top of me, tossing the blanket aside.
“But, baby, I don’t think we need any help in that department.
” His index finger tilts my chin up as our eyes remain locked, and I’m so wrapped up in his words that if he touches me, I’d come in a second.
“My kisses already make you squirm, and the orgasms I give you make you fall to your fucking knees.” He presses a kiss to my neck, making my back arch.
His lips move to my ear, causing me to shudder.
“From the first night we met, you’ve trembled for me—”
“And you still have yet to fuck me,” I retort. I intended it to sound harsh, but I feel his lips tilt up against my skin, and now I realize it sounded more like a compliment. “Why haven’t you fucked me yet, Grayson? I’ve all but offered myself on a silver platter.”
Grayson’s movements halt. His head rises as he grabs my face semi-aggressively, making me smile. I like it when he’s like this—as if he’s in control, but I’m the one who triggers something in him to get this way.
“You want me to fuck you tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still want it hard? Because this won’t be passionate lovemaking, Emma. I’ve been waiting months to do this, so if you say yes—”
“Fuck. Me,” I grit out.
Grayson grunts before crashing his lips onto mine. The taste of chocolate and strawberries is strong between us, especially when our tongues touch, making us both moan. His hands are in my hair as I rake my nails down his back, which makes him groan, causing my toes to curl.
“Take this off,” I say breathlessly. I’m desperate to see him, to feel his bare skin against mine. Skin to skin after months. It’s what we’ve both wanted for that long, he said so himself.
Grayson straightens, sitting on his heels.
I rise on my elbows, examining him. His sweater is off now, revealing his six-pack, illuminated only by the moon and the car lights.
It’s even better than I imagined. Every single one of his muscles looks as if it were sculpted on.
His arms, his chest, the V-line leading to what I’m craving to be inside of me…
and a tattoo on his left pec. It appears to be a set of numbers surrounded by floating feathers.
I trace the tattoo that’s shaped like a circle with my index finger and can only guess that it’s something very personal by the way he stiffens. Quickly, I run my hand down his abs, trying to get him to relax and bring his attention back to me, to us.
He cracks his neck and slowly unfastens the leather, the imprint of his hard dick evident. Meeting his gaze, I see he’s still wearing his glasses. That, along with his muscles. Lord have mercy.
“Stop staring and take off your shirt, Princess.”
It takes me a moment to process his words. For some reason, I thought he was going to ravish me. Be more aggressive and assertive, but there’s something quiet building inside him, and the idea that his thread could snap at any second gives me a high like no other.
Lowering my hands to the hem of my sweater, I keep my gaze fixed on him and drag it over my head, feeling the wind hit me but never feeling cold because of the heat between us. My nipples harden through my white lace push-up bra, and I press my thighs together at the sensation.
Fuck, he mouths.
“I can’t reach the back clasp—”
No sooner do the words leave my mouth than Grayson reaches the back of my bra and unclasps it with two fingers.
My eyes widen, and he smiles. “Older and more experienced.” He places a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
Fuck this. He’s taking too long. I hurriedly unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. My hand slides under his boxer briefs, and I finally, finally, get to touch him properly.
Grayson lets out a guttural moan. “Fuck, Emma.” He closes his eyes as I move my hand up and down his perfectly sized cock, then take the precum from his tip, spreading it around the head.
My pussy clenches when his dick twitches.
I take in every single sound and facial expression, satisfied with my effect on him.
“That feels too good, and I don’t want to come like this.
” Grayson removes my hand and pins the other above my head, kissing my body until he bites and licks me everywhere, paying close attention to each of my nipples.
I throw my head back and moan loud enough to wake the dead.
“That’s right. Don’t hold back tonight. Let me hear you scream, Princess.”
I cry out when he bites my left nipple harder than before, and my thighs begin to shake.
My core clenches, and a foreign feeling hits me.
“Grayson,” I pant. He looks up at me, my other nipple still in his mouth, sucking it lightly, then rubbing his tongue around it slowly.
His eyelids are only half open, his pupils fully dilated, gaze dripping with lust. My core clenches again just by looking at him, and I scream in pleasure and agony, confused as to why my body is reacting this strongly to him just playing with my breasts.
I enjoyed it the last time he did it, but there was also friction between us that allowed me to come.
His teeth nibble on the bud, and my body trembles harder. “Grayson, shit, I think I’m going to come.”
His eyes become more alert, and he groans. “Do it. Fucking come for me.”
I can’t come, not just by him sucking and biting my nip—my body locks up as my orgasm hits me like a lightning strike. I’m silent before erupting with screams and moans. I’m shaking like I never have and feel like I’m on another planet.
In the background, I can hear Grayson talking. “Holy shit. Yes, baby, give it to me.”
I feel his tongue flicking over my nipples, dragging out my orgasm until I only feel the aftershocks. The tingling lasts for a long time as I see spots. Once I start to come down from the high, Grayson’s shocked voice echoes around me.
“Fuck, you were so damn loud, Emma. I finally got to hear you come properly, and it was the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.”
My mind is still too foggy to process what he’s said, so I just smile.
“Mflmh,” I mumble.
Grayson kisses me softly, letting out a low laugh. “Now, you’re going to come on my cock.”