Chapter 16 #3
“I’m pretty sure you just had your turn.”
“No, I mean, is it my turn to do that to you?”
He stilled. “Not tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.”
She reached for him anyway, and he caught her arm and she frowned, confused. “Are we back to this?”
“My cock comes out, Wren, and I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to stop.”
“Who says you need to?”
He was silent for a moment, then he folded his hands behind his head, giving her full permission to roam about his body. She reached for the waistband of his lounge pants then hesitated.
“Having second thoughts?”
“No.” She flushed. “Just a reminder…I’ve never done this before.”
He caught her chin, lifting her face so he could look into her eyes. “Just trust your instincts.”
She bit her lip. “I’d prefer a little direction.”
He studied her a moment longer before nodding. “Pull it out.”
She stared at the cotton stretched over the thick form of him and hooked her fingers beneath the elastic band. When he lifted his hips, she lowered his pants. There it was—Greyson’s cock, thick and long, smooth and dark at the tip. Slightly damp like a flower wearing a drop of dew.
Her breath caught at the sight of him, so male and intimidating yet beautiful in its own way. Heat flooded her cheeks as she took in every detail, committing this moment to memory.
“Wrap your hands around it.”
The gravity of this moment sank into her soul. “Like this?”
“Perfect.” His eyes drifted shut. “Now, stroke it, nice and slow, with a little pressure.”
He released a deep sigh when she did as he instructed, appearing completely content. She leaned forward and licked the tiny pearl of arousal from the tip, and his eyes flashed open.
Seconds stretched like years as he silently watched her. “Keep going.”
She smiled and placed a chaste kiss on the tip. He flexed his hips, nudging the swollen head against her lips. She liked the way the smooth tip felt against her skin.
“Are you purposely trying to tease me?”
She blinked innocently, playing dumb. “Is this not how it’s done?”
He smirked. “You know it’s not.”
Maybe she teased him a little. At thirty, there wasn’t much mystery left—thanks to the internet.
Sitting up, she glanced around the room.
“Something wrong?”
“Nope.” She dropped a pillow onto the floor. “I think I want to try it this way.” She slid off the couch to kneel on the pillow.
All humor left his face as he stared at her.
She fidgeted. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he rasped, shifting to stand before her, his cock in his hand. “Are you sure?”
She looked up at him with trust in her eyes and nodded. “Very.”
“Give me your hand.” He wrapped her fingers around his engorged flesh, grip tight, showing her how hard he liked to be stroked. “You’re good at that.” He traced a hand down her cheek. “You ready for the next part?”
Lifting her weight off her heels, she rose to press her lips to him. He flexed and groaned, his fingers sliding into her hair.
“That’s it, baby. Now, open your mouth.”
She licked down his length, and he groaned.
“A little more.” His hand tightened in her hair, angling her head back.
She looked up at him in question.
“Let me see your tongue.”
She parted her lips, and he guided his thick length into her mouth until her eyes widened.
“Good girl.” He applied pressure to the back of her head, pushing her all the way down, until he nudged the back of her throat.
“Hold it there. Get used to it. Now, fist it.” He dropped his head back and groaned as she did exactly as he instructed. “Fuck. Use your hand and your mouth.”
He kept his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm and sometimes surprising her with a bite of pressure when he wanted her to stay. He liked filling her mouth, but he was a big man and she coughed whenever he bumped the back of her throat.
“Sorry.” She sputtered.
“Don’t apologize.”
She tried again, but her eyes watered the moment she gagged. Frustrated that she wasn’t able to do it like the women she’d watched online, she grew annoyed. What if other women had done this better for him? Performance anxiety gnawed at her.
“Do you want to keep going?”
She wasn’t giving up that easily. “I want to finish you.”
He blew out a breath. “Keep saying stuff like that and you will.”
Smiling, she wondered if her words affected him as much as his affected her. “I like when you hold my hair.”
“Good, because I’m fucking obsessed with your hair.”
She laughed. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s a problem.”
She had no idea. “Oh, well, that’s good, I guess.”
He wrapped the length of her waves around his fist and gave a gentle yank, tipping her head back. “Try it this way.” He stepped forward. “Don’t lean in. Just open your mouth. That’s it. Now, let me see that tongue again.”
Did he mean it? She stuck out her tongue and he rimmed her lips with the swollen tip of his cock.
“Keep it open.” He angled his hips and slid inside. Her lips stretched, and her eyes widened. Before she could gag, he withdrew, only to slide back in again. “That’s it.” He kept his strokes fast and light as his hips flexed. Sometimes he stood still and simply guided her by her hair.
She loved hearing him grunt and moan. Adored the idea that she caused him to make such sounds.
“Jesus. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours?” His pace increased as did his sounds of satisfaction.
Then he withdrew from her mouth. He pumped his hips as he rapidly stroked his flesh, gripping his cock, tugging hard. She flinched when his hot release shot past his pumping fist onto her breast. More followed as his strokes tightened and slowed, and then he panted.
“Shit. Let me get something to clean you up.” He returned a second later with a warm wash cloth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to assume you’d…”
She frowned as he awkwardly wiped her breasts clean. “What didn’t you want to assume?”
“You know.”
She looked at him expectantly. “Greyson, if you couldn’t tell, I know nothing.”
He hesitated, then said, “Swallowing.”
“Oh.” Of course, that’s what he meant. She knew women did that. Did it make it better? “Next time?”
He smiled. “Maybe.”
Why maybe? “If there’s something you want, I’ll do it, Greyson.”
“That’s not how this works, Wren.”
She frowned. “How does it work?”
“It’s about your pleasure as much as mine.”
“That’s sweet. But next time I want you to finish in my mouth.”
He stilled and laughed.
“Why are you laughing?”
He helped her up from the floor. “There’s just some things that are going to take a minute to get used to. You’re Wren.”
“So?”
“So, I’m still reeling at the fact that my cock was just in your mouth. It’s going to take a bit for me to wrap my brain around coming down your throat.”
She smiled. “But you want to?”
He kissed her, hard. “Yes, I want to. I want to do every possible thing with you. Over and over again.”
She wanted the same. “Me too.”
He looked in her eyes, then kissed her slowly. “I don’t think you realize how surreal this is for me. What we just did… I don’t have the words to tell you how incredible you are.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip and grinned.
She bit his thumb and laughed.
He scooped her into his arms and carried her to bed. Exhausted, she fell asleep the moment he tugged her safely into the shelter of his body.