13. Chapter 13
Connor
“Are you still mad at me?” she asked, shivering slightly.
“Are you serious? What are you doing here?” I grabbed her arms, leading her inside and out of the cold. “It’s the middle of the night.”
Grace sighed. “Technically, it’s morning. You were so angry when you left the bar, and I couldn’t sleep.” When she looked up at me, her big brown eyes shimmered.
“So you came all the way over here?” I cupped the side of her face with my palm, and she pressed her cheek into my hand. The cold from her face transferred, and some of the pink returned to her cheeks.
She nodded. “I had to see you.” The draw to her was magnetic the longer she stood close to me. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Grace closed her eyes; when she opened them again, my chest cracked.
The idea of a group of men lining up for their turn with her filled me with a fresh wave of rage.
But while Grace cowered in front of me, all I wanted to do was wrap her in my arms. My arms. Where she should be—not in anyone else’s.
“He’s lucky I didn’t break his fucking elbow,” I seethed. Grace cringed.
“That seems a little extreme.” I couldn’t tell if the way she shivered was another rush of cold, or if it was her anxiety. “You knew I wasn’t going to choose any of them. Not when I have you.”
“What I know is that another man had his arm around my girl.” A small squeak left her throat when I towered over her—maybe it startled her, but her eyes said otherwise. “I don’t like to share, and I don’t appreciate seeing other men touching you.”
“You’re right.” She traced her hand down the center of my chest and over my abdomen.
“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” When she stepped back and opened her coat, dropping it to the floor, she was left in a thin, form-fitting-and-way-too-thin-to-be-worn-in-public dress that barely covered the curve of her hips.
Had she worn that all the way here? No wonder she was so cold.
Suddenly, I wanted to make sure nobody else had seen her along the way.
“Grace.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She stood in front of me dressed in a mischievous grin and satin.
My eyes scoured her body, determined to memorize the detailed lines of every curve.
Then, she dropped to her knees a few steps away from me, and I wanted to remember that view even more. “What are you doing?”
“I told you, I’m making it up to you,” she said, crawling toward me. I was frozen in place, stuck watching the sway of her hips and the arch of her back while she moved on her hands and knees across the padded rug in my entryway. “I hate seeing you so upset.”
When she stopped in front of me, she sat back on her heels, and when she looked up at me, fluttering her lashes, my stomach lurched into my chest. I was definitely not upset now. My cock started to swell when Grace ran her hands up the sides of my thighs to my waistband.
“Is this okay?” she asked quietly when her fingers fidgeted with the string.
I nodded, resisting the urge to help her.
It was so much sweeter to watch her fumble, knowing the longer she did, the wetter she got.
Grace pulled at the string before grabbing the waistband and pulling my pants down my legs.
They dropped to the floor at my feet with a quiet thud.
Then, she sat there, kneeling in front of me with my erection in her hands, stroking it gently.
“You’re the only bachelor I was interested in,” she said, smirking before she stuck her tongue out and flattened it against the bottom of my cock.
When she dragged it from the base to the tip and back, her velvet tongue left a trail of sensations that made my core tighten. “I’ll do anything to prove it to you.”
“I know,” I said, grabbing her ponytail and giving it a gentle tug back.
She tilted her head, but her lips stayed pressed against the head of my cock.
I swallowed back a groan. “But I have no problem letting you prove that to me when you’re looking up at me like that.
Isn’t that what you came here to do, after all? ”
The frustration I had been stewing with slowly melted when she closed her lips around the head of my cock and sucked lightly.
The nerves that had been etched in her face slipped away as she got more focused.
When she slid her mouth partly down my shaft, I sucked in a deep breath, letting it out when her tongue swirled around me.
Grace hummed and opened her mouth wider. The muscles in my legs tightened just before she moved further down my shaft, rocking her head side to side when she got closer to the base. I could feel the vibration from her next moan, and her throat tightened around me.
She pushed herself further when I groaned, taking my cock deeper into her throat until she gagged, like the simple sound was all it took to make her snap.
Her body lurched, and she retched. When she pulled her mouth from my shaft, she sucked in a quick, deep breath.
Tears dripped from her eyelids and rolled down her cheek, and she grinned while she ran her tongue along her bottom lip.
She loved that as much as I did. The gentle way she cradled and stroked my shaft, looking at me like she adored me, said it all.
“I was never mad at you,” I said, wrapping her ponytail tighter around my hand and bending down. “But don’t stop.”
Grace grinned up at me before she swallowed my cock again, this time with added enthusiasm I felt in my toes. A spring started to wind tighter in my core, warning me this moment was going to end well before I wanted it to.
“Fuck. Do you know how perfect you are?” I hissed, tugging her hair.
Her breathing was quick while she stared up at me, her lips plump and shiny with her saliva.
“Do you also know I want to make a mess of you? I want to ruin your make-up. I want to see those little tears run down your pretty face, knowing you loved every second that put them there. I want to leave you wearing nothing but spit, my cum, and those pretty little pearls you never take off. And I want you to ask me to do it because you don’t ever want anyone else. You just want me. All of me.”
Her fingers delicately traced the necklace, and she chewed at her lip.
The smile on her face slipped away, and she looked down at her satin-covered-but-still-exposed body.
My stomach started to sink, sure I had said too much but not regretting a single word.
Then, her eyes flickered, and she licked her lips, sitting back and fixing her posture.
“Please ruin me in all the ways you can’t stop imagining.”
The way she rolled her bottom lip in a delicious pout was all the emphasis I needed to spring into action.
My hold on her hair tightened, and I used it to guide her lips back to the end of my cock.
Her head followed direction well, and as soon as her lips met my skin, her tongue darted out, gathering a glistening pearl of pre-cum from the tip.
“Open, little pearl,” I said, tugging her head back to the perfect angle. “I’ll be gentle.”
With the promise, I slid my cock into her mouth before pulling it back out.
She held her mouth open, pressing her tongue against my shaft when I slowly thrust back in again, this time a little further.
I guided my erection into the back of her throat until her eyes started to water before pulling out slightly and doing it again, this time a little further.
Grace moaned, clamping her lips around my shaft while I pumped slowly into her mouth.
Each time the head of my cock met the slight resistance at the back of her throat, she retched and squirmed, but she moaned.
I held the back of her head, wanting to see how far she’d let me push her before she fought me.
Once her lips met my base, she started to resist, and her throat got tighter, forcing a deep groan from my chest.
“Yes,” I hissed, dropping my voice deeper. “Just like that.”
It spurred her on, even as tears rolled down her cheeks, even as she gagged more easily.
When I let her come up for air, she gasped, opening her mouth.
“Don’t swallow that spit. I want it all.
Spit it out.” Her eyes widened like she couldn’t believe what I heard, and then she pursed her lips, spitting a mouthful of drool over my erection and sucking in another deep breath.
“Yes, little pearl. Fuck me. Do it again.”
I didn’t even have my hand on the back of her head when she dove onto my cock again, driving it deep into her throat and rocking her head back and forth until she gagged again.
Then, she pulled off, spitting on the head and watching her drool run over the veins.
She breathed and studied her handiwork before repeating the process.
Soon, drool was running over her chest and onto the satin nightgown she wore, and my throbbing erection was soaked. I was barely holding on to the pressure tightening in my core and rippling through my legs.
“I’m going to come,” I groaned, warning her. Grace pulled her lips from my cock with a pop and grinned, continuing to stroke my soaked shaft with her hand. My balls tightened, and I wrapped my hand around hers. “Sit back and open wide,” I said, taking over for her while she did exactly that.
Grace settled onto her heels with her hands on the tops of her thighs while I crashed over the edge.
The first warm shot of my release landed across her face; the second, I aimed for her necklace, leaving a shining trail across her chest. She kept her mouth open while I made sure every drop made it onto her, and when I was done, she reached forward and stuck out her tongue.
A sharp shiver ran down my spine when she closed her mouth around my head and sucked, lapping at the last little drops she could pull from me while most of my load ran down her face, mixing with tears and smudged make-up.
She looked beautiful this way—ruined, hungry for more, and noticeably proud of herself.
My heart squeezed in my chest, and I reached down, offering her my hand.
Grace took it, raising onto her feet and grinning at me.
A quiet giggle slipped from her lips that almost made me throw her over my shoulder.
Instead, I cupped my hand against her cheek, using my thumb to gather the cum from her skin.
Then, I moved my thumb to her mouth. She opened her lips, eagerly greeting my finger with her tongue and sucking on my finger until I was sure it didn’t taste like anything anymore.
“You look beautiful this way, you know,” I said, tracing my finger along her jaw and through the mess covering her necklace. She giggled, nodding like she had been told this before.
“I’m a little embarrassed to admit how much I liked it.” A deep blush darkened her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.
I leaned down until my lips met hers, not caring about the mess streaked across her face or the fact that I could taste myself on her tongue.
“Don’t be embarrassed, little pearl. Nobody has to know how much you like being a messy, cum-drunk little thing for me.
” She giggled quietly, pressing her body against mine. “That can be our little secret.”
“So you forgive me?” she said, amusement bubbling from her.
I hooked my finger under her chin. “Like I said, I was never mad at you, but if this is what your apologies look like, you can say sorry any time you want.” I kissed the top of her head. “Now, you get comfortable. I’m going to make you some hot tea.”
“Hot tea?” She looked confused. She probably wasn’t much of a tea drinker.
“Yes. For your throat.” I chuckled when her eyes widened. “It’s going to be sore later. Now, go. I’ll be there in a minute.”
I watched her turn and saunter off toward the hallway.
With each step she took, it sealed my fate.
Grace Moretti was the biggest risk I could take—the one thing that could ruin my career, maybe even my life.
She was also the only thing I wanted, and I was willing to let everything else implode to have her.