Chapter 16 #3
Grayson couldn’t hold back the loud laugh that erupted. “Thank God for sexy librarians.”
They laughed together, but only for a second. That was when Wren bent forward again. Only this time, she took the entire head of his dick into her mouth.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Grayson muttered. Thanks to weeks of masturbating after long make-out sessions with Wren, there was no way in hell he was going to be able to hold back for much longer.
Then he reconsidered exactly how long he’d been jerking off to fantasies of her.
He’d probably come in the shower no less than fifty times since that damn festival, imagining Wren just like this, kneeling in front of him…
or straddling his lap…or on her back beneath him in bed… or shoved up against a wall.
When Wren swirled her tongue around his dick before applying a bit of pressure by sucking, he saw literal fucking stars.
Grasping her hair with both hands, he tugged her off, forcing her gaze to meet his. “Little bird, this isn’t going to last. I’ve wanted you for too long. If you want me to warn you when—”
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she interjected.
She was fucking made for him. He already knew that, but every moment with her solidified that fact even more in his mind and heart. And once again, those three little words danced around, dying to be spoken aloud.
Since he couldn’t say them, and he knew if he opened his mouth that was all he would say, he pulled her head down, sucking in a harsh breath when Wren took him back inside. This time, she didn’t stop with just the head, pressing farther until he felt the back of her throat.
She couldn’t take all of him in her mouth, but that didn’t matter. Between her hand, her lips, her tongue, and her enthusiasm, his climax was imminent.
He hadn’t come this fast since high school.
Reaching for her other hand, which had been resting on his thigh, he parted his legs a tiny bit farther, then drew it down, encouraging her to cup his balls.
She moaned as she lightly squeezed them, the combination packing a punch. Working together, they gripped the base of his dick, stroking it in time with the ministrations of her mouth.
The heat in the living room increased, and Grayson felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face as his body took over.
His hips rose to meet her mouth on each downward thrust, slipping a tiny bit deeper.
Wren never hesitated or pulled away. Instead, it felt as if his hunger was fueling hers, and she moved faster, groaning again.
It was that last sound that pulled the trigger, and Grayson threw his head back, cursing as his balls emptied.
Wren’s mouth stilled but her hand continued to move, as if she was trying to pump every drop out of him. It was deadly and wonderful and mind-blowing.
When his climax faded, she lifted her head, his dick falling free with a light pop. He watched through hooded eyelids as she swallowed, then offered him a smile that was equal parts sweet and seduction.
Grayson moved before he could fully think through his actions. Mercifully, enough of his wits remained that he didn’t push her down onto her back. He knew that was a no-go.
One minute, he was sprawled on her couch; the next, he was kneeling on the floor beside her, kissing her like his life depended on stealing every bit of the air in her lungs.
His hands ventured beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts, toying with her hard nipples through the lace.
“I want to see you too,” he murmured against her lips.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Grayson had spent a lot of time the last few weeks dreaming about these breasts without ever seeing them. That ended tonight.
He pulled her shirt over her head, his eyes dropping instantly to admire her tits. She was wearing one of those bras that pushed them up, making them look plump and giving her cleavage for miles. Her body should be registered as a lethal weapon.
The flush on her cheeks traveled lower, coloring her chest as well. A glance at her face told him these blushes were driven by shyness, and maybe some nervousness.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he grumbled, running a finger along the top of her bra before pushing it between, stroking the line of her cleavage.
Wren never failed to surprise him, and the moment she reached behind her back, unhooking the bra to pull it free, was no exception. She was still holding parts of herself back; he knew that. Which was why it felt like the greatest gift ever when she offered something to him so freely and openly.
Grayson lowered his head, taking one of her tight nipples into his mouth. He built the pressure until her back arched slightly and she whimpered—not in pain but bliss.
Now it was her turn to pull his hair as her fists clutched big handfuls, using it to steady her, for support.
“Gray,” she gasped. “That feels…”
He smiled around her nipple, then treated the other one to the same suction, while she thrust her chest closer, making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard.
After a few minutes, she tugged his mouth away so she could kiss him. Grayson had never spent so much time worshipping a woman’s lips, but there was something highly addictive about her kisses.
When they broke apart to suck in some much-needed air, he saw something that looked almost like pain on her face.
“Wren?”
“I need…” She shook her head, clearly searching for her words. “I’ve never felt so…hot.”
Grayson suddenly understood her expression. “You want to come.”
Her brows furrowed briefly, as if she might refute that fact, but the response was fleeting. Two seconds later, she was nodding.
“So badly.”
“I can help with that,” he said, with what he hoped was a charming, comforting grin.
She smiled shyly. “I was sort of hoping you could.”
Okay, well, that was a green light to keep going…so he did. He placed a playful kiss on the tip of both nipples, then on the tip of her nose.
“If I do anything…” he started.
She stopped him with a single finger pressed against his lips. “I’ll tell you to stop.”
“Promise me, Wren.”
“I promise.”
He considered stripping off her jeans but stopped. Until he understood her past trauma, it was probably better to let her take the lead on most things. That way, she could decide if it was truly what she wanted and stop him if it became too frightening.
“Take off your pants.”
Shit. The words came out more command than request. Dialing back his inner dominant was going to be harder than he realized.
Then he wondered if he needed to bother.
Wren’s eyes darkened with lust and before he could find some way to temper his tone or restate the words in a gentler manner, she was rising in front of him.
Grayson didn’t bother standing as well, because he was already where he wanted to be. He watched as she unfastened her jeans, tugging them and her panties down. She always kicked off her shoes the second they came into the apartment, so unlike him, she was able to toe the pants off completely.
He drew in a long, slow, deep breath as he knelt before her.
Her pussy was neatly trimmed, glistening with shiny juices that told him just how aroused she was.
Her hands flew forward, intent on covering herself, but he caught her by the wrists, placing soft kisses on her palms before guiding them to her sides.
“Keep them there, little bird,” he insisted, using the darker tone as a test. Her reaction told him all he needed to know. His girl liked it when he got growly and demanding.
She closed her hands into loose fists, but she did as he asked.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Wren’s eyes, which had been closed, flew open. “Oh,” she breathed.
Yeah, she liked that.
Reaching around her, he dramatically swept the coffee table clear. To be fair, there were only a couple of books, a magazine, and two coasters, so nothing breakable, but it still packed a punch when she gasped in delight.
“Sit on the edge and open those pretty legs,” he said.
Wren wasted no time, dropping to the surface and doing exactly as he asked.
Grayson placed his hands on her outstretched legs, pushing them apart another inch or two. Not because he needed the space, but because him taking control obviously turned her on.
He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, grinning to himself because—damn—his girl was soaking wet. Whatever fears resided inside her, none of them were present at the moment.
She gasped again when he parted her labia with his thumbs. Like her blowjob, he didn’t waste time teasing. Instead, he got right down to business, lowering his head and drawing his tongue along her soaking slit.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “That…feels…”
She didn’t finish the sentence with a word. Just a needy whimper when he repeated the stroke. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her clit before applying more pressure.
Wren fell back slightly, resting her weight on her hands, which were planted on the surface of the coffee table. Her head flew back, her face pointed at the ceiling as she suddenly found her words.
“Please,” she begged. “More! I need more. Grayson, God!” she shouted, when he added his fingers to the play. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he pressed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as she rocked in response.
She was sweetness and innocence and fucking perfection.
More juices dripped as her arousal grew.
“Please,” she began to chant, though he wasn’t sure she knew exactly what she was pleading for. “Please. Please…”
Pulling his face away, he replaced his tongue with a finger. Just one to start. That was all he needed. She was so tight, he started to worry about his dick fitting. He’d never slept with a virgin in his life. That wasn’t one of his kinks and nothing he’d ever really cared about.