Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Eyes on Me - Wyatt
Grace’s big blue eyes immediately focus on mine, and I suck in a breath when I see the desire to please in them. I exhale and tangle my fingers in her hair.
“That’s better. Because I want you to see how good you make me feel,” I say, my voice low.
She licks her lips in anticipation. My dick grows even harder knowing those lips are going to be wrapped around it in seconds.
“If you want to stop at any time, stop,” I remind her. “And I will let you know before I come, okay?”
“I’m going to swallow,” she says, her eyes never leaving mine, flashing with determination.
Holy fucking shit. My cock throbs as soon as I hear those words.
“Gracie. Have you done this before?” I ask.
“No. You’re the first.”
My heart thumps inside my chest knowing I’m the one she chose to be her first for everything. But I need to handle things a little differently because she doesn’t know what it’s going to feel like.
“I’m still going to tell you, and you can change your mind,” I manage to say, my whole body throbbing now.
“I’m not going to change my mind,” she says determinedly. And then she runs her tongue along the slit of my dick and groans. “I can already taste you.”
Jesus! I throw my head back, banging it against the door. “How did you know to do that?” I manage to ask.
She laughs softly and then runs her tongue down the length of my cock, her eyes glued to mine as she does it, and a shudder runs through me.
“I read a lot,” she murmurs. Then she wraps her lips around the tip of my dick and sucks it.
“Fuck, Grace,” I groan, my hands still in her hair. “You’re so good, baby.”
She takes me further into her mouth. I’m wrapped in wetness and heat, and as I look at her eyes, which have never left mine, everything is beginning to build.
I fist one hand into her hair, and she takes me fully into her mouth, all the way in, and a blow job has never fucking felt this good.
A deep groan escapes my throat, and she begins to suck me.
I move one hand to her jaw, guiding her, letting her know the rhythm I like.
I begin to lose myself in the pleasure. Everything is building.
Throbbing. Aching to let go. And when I see the determination in her eyes, her need to please me, all my muscles begin to contract.
“Gracie,” I gasp, “I’m going to come.”
Her mouth remains wrapped around my cock, sucking me.
And just like I told her, her eyes are still on mine.
Shit, this is hot.
“Grace, Grace, Grace,” I call out, my muscles contracting. “Christ!”
A strangled cry escapes my lips as I come, everything pulsating in pleasure now.
Grace gags, and I move my hand down, ready to take over, but her mouth remains on my dick, and I close my eyes, my body shuddering over and over until I’m done.
I’m breathing hard, and I stare down at Grace, stunned at what she did for me.
She gave me the best blow job of my life.
Grace wipes her mouth with her hand and stands up. I draw her mouth to mine and kiss her, showing her how grateful I am that she is mine. It’s erotic to taste myself on her, and it’s something I’ve never done after a blow job before.
But I wanted to do it for Grace.
I break the kiss and look at her, dazed.
“Was that okay?” she asks anxiously.
I blink. “You need to ask that? It was more than okay. That was the hottest blow job I’ve ever had.”
One of her sunshine smiles appears on her face, and I draw her into my body, melting against the door. “I practically need this door to hold me up,” I murmur.
“I got turned on doing it,” Grace confesses.
I instantly know she’s wet. And I’m going to do something about that.
In one move, I turn us around, so she’s pressed against the door now.
Her mouth opens in surprise, and I hike up the jersey she’s wearing and pull down the shorts she has on.
As soon as Grace steps out of them, I glide my fingers over her slit, and she bucks her hips up against my hand.
I draw one of her legs up, holding it up against my thigh, and with my other hand, I slide one finger in.
Grace groans in pleasure and I smile at her. “You are wet.”
“Yes,” she pants.
“I’m going to make you come, Gracie girl.”
“Please,” she begs, biting her lip.
I begin to stroke her. I add another finger, and I feel her swollen clit, circling around it. Grace gasps, and I keep going, and as she begins to cry out, I swallow her cries with my mouth as she clenches around my fingers, tremors ripping through her as she comes.
Finally, when she’s finished, I remove my fingers. Then I put them in my mouth and suck on them, her eyes wide as she watches me do it.
“I love the way you taste,” I say to her.
She blushes, and I smile, moving her away from the door and pulling her into my arms. I feel relaxed. Fulfilled. Tired. Happy.
So damn happy.
“I’m going to get the sheets and your panties,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “And what if we go to bed?”
Yeah, it’s early on a Friday night, but I’ve had two intense orgasms and want to sleep with Grace in my arms.
“That sounds so good,” Grace says, linking her hands around my neck. She twists her lips. “Will you get a toothbrush from Nolan?”
I grin. “Yes. I’ll be right back.”
I head down the hall to the closet with the washer and dryer, retrieving the laundry. Then I pause by Nolan’s room on the way back, rapping on the door.
“Come in,” he calls out.
He’s sitting on his bed, glasses on, reading his Kindle. “Hey, can I grab one of your extra toothbrushes? Gracie is spending the night,” I explain.
Nolan puts his Kindle down and gets up off his bed. “Sure, no problem. Let me grab one.”
“Thanks.”
I look around Nolan’s room as I wait for him to retrieve one from his bathroom.
He has a nice blue-and-white striped comforter on his bed, navy pillows, and art prints on his walls.
I think back to Grace sitting in my room, with my favorite sports teams’ flags pinned to the walls and my non-descript gray comforter.
I need to up my game. Before, I didn’t care. My room was simply a place to sleep. But now it’s a place where Grace is going to sleep.
And I need to do better.
“Here,” Nolan says, tossing the toothbrush to me.
“Thanks, I appreciate you,” I say, nodding at him.
He smirks at me. “Sounded like you two appreciated the door tonight.”
I feel my face grow hot, and he laughs. “I turned up the sound,” he says. “But I won’t say anything to Grace.”
“Thanks. And sorry.”
“No worries. Hopefully you’ll be giving me some shit about having loud, hot sex soon.”
I leave the room, shutting the door behind me. When I get back to my room, the lights are on, and Grace has taken off my jersey, changing into one of my “OCU Hockey” T-shirts instead. It hangs down long on her, hitting her thighs, and I love that she’s in another piece of my clothing.
“I got some water for you,” she says, tilting her head over to my end table, where I see she’s put a glass of water for me. “Hope you don’t mind that I helped myself to a T-shirt in your closet. I wasn’t snooping, I promise.”
“Baby, I have nothing to hide from you,” I say, meaning it. I hand her the toothbrush and her clean panties. “You can go through my entire room for all I care.”
She smiles at me. “I don’t need to do that. Although from your room, I can see your life is definitely hockey-forward.”
I follow her gaze, taking in the mounted puck-and-stick wall display, from some of my biggest games so far, the flags for the Arizona Scorpions—the pro hockey team I worshipped as a kid—and OCU hockey.
There’s a gray comforter on the bed, and my desk has an “OCU Hockey” tumbler from this afternoon parked on it, along with some textbooks.
“I think I want to work on this room,” I say, putting the sheets down in my desk chair. “Wanna help me redecorate it?”
“Yeah? How come?”
“It’s not me now,” I say as the realization hits me. My life is more than one shade now. Before, it was gray. The white of ice and the black of the tape on my stick and the color of a puck.
But as I look at my Gracie girl, with her blue eyes and sunshine smile, I know my life is so much more than gray.
So much more than hockey.
Now that I know this world, I never want to go back to the other one.
And I will fight my dad if I have to in order to keep it.