Chapter 10
Chapter ten
Lake
I barely register Grady walking us down the hallway and into our bedroom, way too focused on the feel of his mouth and his extremely talented tongue. As soon as the door closes behind us, Grady has me against it, a thigh between my legs.
Yes. Burying my hands in his hair with a moan, I go pliant in his arms, settling my weight right on his thigh. Grady rotates it, frotting against me and giving me the kind of pressure that sends me to the stars. Just enough to drive me wild and have me wanting—no, needing more.
I frantically tug at his belt because it’s a travesty to have him still wearing clothes, and my fingers skim over his holster.
Fuck, he’s still carrying his gun. That shouldn’t be half as hot as it is, but I can’t deny that heat spreads like an inferno through me.
Grady stops me from going further, pinning me with one of those intense looks that he has down perfectly.
Why is he stopping me? Did I do something wrong?
I open my mouth to ask him if he’s okay, but he kisses me before I can get it out, and then all my questions float out of my brain on a cloud, never to be found again.
Grady doesn’t let me help him with undressing, instead spreading my arms and splaying my hands on the wood to show me where he wants me.
I’m more than happy to let him take the lead; it’s how I like it best.
I do get to help by lifting my arms when Grady slips my T-shirt up and over my head.
And my feet when he lowers my pants and removes them, along with my socks.
Grady pauses, down on one knee, staring at my crotch.
I want to say it’s in a sexy damn, I want to suck your cock way, but he looks more confused than anything.
He’s spent enough time down there to know what he’s doing, so that can’t be it.
Unless he has temporary memory less, I guess, but he didn’t hit his head. I don’t think.
“Lake.”
“Yes?” He remembers my name, so that’s a good sign.
“Why is there an old lady on your boxers?”
What? “Excuse me, that’s Granny!”
“You’ve had your grandmother over your dick all day?” He tilts his head. “Your grandmother doesn’t look like that.”
I burst out laughing and hold his head, loving this man so much. “That’s not my gran! She’s a cartoon character from Looney Tunes.” Recognition doesn’t emerge. “The owner of Tweety Bird and Sylvester?”
“I know who Tweety is. I have no idea who the others are.”
So uneducated. “I know what we’re watching this weekend.” I have to be able to find somewhere that’s streaming it. Or free-to-air. Hell, I’ll scour online stories until I can find them. They exist. There are lots of things I made up as a kid, but I’m ninety-nine percent sure this isn’t one of them.
Grady hooks his finger in my boxers. “Sure.” And then he’s dragging them down, and I’m completely naked in front of him. My dick is so hard I bet I could split bricks with it, like those people that do it with their heads.
Grady’s still wearing all his clothes. Even his tie is still in place, with a tie clip that blends in.
All thoughts of cartoons fly out of my head because there’s no room for anything except how fucking hot my boyfriend is.
All those muscles I know are underneath the clothes.
And the fact that he doesn’t look like he’s planning on taking anything off anytime soon.
Is he going to fuck me like this? Because yes.
My throat works as Grady looks me over. It always feels like he’s trying to memorise me when he does this, taking in every detail so he can conjure me up later at a moment’s notice.
Does he touch himself when we’re not together and think of me?
He better believe that I do. No need for anything else in my spank bank because he’s all my fantasies rolled into one suit-wearing detective that makes me weak in the knees.
Grady fists my cock, and then we’re kissing again, a greedy, desperate clash of lips as I try to make us one and merge our skin together.
“Your hand is so hot,” I gasp before diving back in for another kiss.
I need him to know just how hot he is, but it’s hard to stay away from his mouth.
“Like it’s on fire and burning my dick.” Only in a good way and not the “ow, my-dick-just-turned-to-ash way.” The flames lick at me, and I’m burning up with how much I want him.
“You like that?” Grady asks hoarsely, lips moving down my throat and sucking on my pulse point. Damn, that’s so good. He better not stop, or I might riot and say very unfriendly words.
“I want to crawl inside you like a bug.” Just live under his skin, bask in his warmth, and feel him from the inside. Burrow in and make my own little cave. Who wouldn’t want to crawl inside Grady?
Grady licks across my collarbone and then further, not responding.
I try to find purchase on the door, wishing there were grooves to dig my fingers into while Grady destroys me with his hands and mouth.
There’s no hope of maintaining any kind of poise when he drops to his knees and swallows me in one smooth move.
Holy Christ on a cracker. Squeezing my eyes shut, my head presses hard against the door, strangled sounds spewing out of my mouth, without any control.
“Yeah—that’s—fuck, that’s so good. That tongue. I bet you’ve eaten so many lollipops. Those party-bag ones that are supposed to be shared, but you never share.”
Grady laughs around my dick, the vibrations going straight to the centre of me, where the lust sits deepest, and a shudder runs through me. I have no idea how I’m still standing, considering how weak my knees are right now.
A protest rips out of my throat when he pulls off. It dies a sudden death because he flips me over and opens my cheeks, a wet tongue immediately circling my hole.
Yes. Okay, I forgive him for stopping. This is good. This is great.
His tongue pushes in, fucking me. My fingers scratch over the wood, mouth open in a silent gasp. I can’t work out how words and sounds work, all I can focus on is how good it feels, and how I never want him to stop.
I want more. I want—I push back, rolling my hips. C’mon, Grady, get the picture.
He doesn’t get the picture, still massaging my cheeks and sliding his tongue in a pattern that’s driving me insane.
In a good way. Maybe? Good and bad. I just—I want— “Finger. Dick. Dick finger? Put something in me!” I burst out.
Is that a big enough hint? It better be.
I don’t even care what he puts in there at this point.
If Grady wants to shove a lamp up there, I’m willing and ready.
So long as it stops me from feeling this empty and needy.
Grady squeezes me with his strong hands and continues on his merry way, without giving any heed to my very not-subtle and totally obvious demands.
Does he want it written on the walls? I would if I had any chalk.
And could move. Wiggling my hips only makes Grady hold me tighter.
Even less chance to get chalk. Do we even have any chalk?
I can’t even get a hand between myself and the door so I can take hold of my dick and stroke. That might help ease some of the frustration.
Instead, all I’ve got is Grady licking and sucking and driving me mad until my low groans are more like constant loud cries that are pouring out of my mouth like a running tap.
Not to mention me begging for more, more, give me more, Grady, I want your dick, I need you to fuck me.
Does he listen to me? No, he just keeps giving me more of that soul-sucking pleasure that has me scratching my nails on the door and all but humping it.
Between one heartbeat and the next, Grady’s back on his feet, and I’m whirled around, his lips hungrily finding mine.
His tongue strokes mine. The same tongue he just had in my ass.
Fuck, that’s filthy. And so unbelievably hot I think we’ve started a fire in the room.
We don’t have a fireplace, but if someone told me we did right now, I’d believe them.
Even before I ask them why they’re watching us have sex.
“You need to be quiet, baby,” Grady whispers. “Do I need to stuff something in your mouth?”
Heat unexpectedly dashes through me, like it’s trying to win a marathon. Is that—is that a thing? There are so many things about sex I need to Google.
“Like what?” Does Grady have something specific in mind? I assume he doesn’t mean his dick, but I’d also be okay with that.
Grady’s eyes go molten, and then he’s kissing me again, harder this time, like his control has snapped like a twig.
A really small one, not a bunch of big ones.
He strokes my cock, wrapping the other hand around my necklace, holding me where he wants me.
I moan and arch into the touch. Both of them.
All of it. Fuck, I love when he’s touching me.
It’s not as good as having Grady’s dick in my ass, but the obscene way he’s kissing me is a super-close second and an excellent consolation prize. Especially since I know the dick part is coming. I lift a knee, hooking it over Grady’s hip so I can rock against him and get closer to said dick.
“We’re gonna—” Our mouths meet before Grady can finish. “We’re gonna revisit that later.”
Sure. Good. Yes. What are we revisiting? I don’t remember. Doesn’t matter. If Grady wants it, I’m here for it. Whatever he wants is good by me. I know he’ll make it feel good.
When Grady reaches down to stroke over my wet hole, I lift my leg even higher, giving him room.
Yes. Right th—Yes. Grady kisses down my throat, licking over my Adam’s apple, all the while stroking and teasing my entrance.
And still not pushing in where I want him.
He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be.