Chapter 11 Greyson
GREYSON
Drew’s touch skitters up my arms, across my shoulders and chest, and when she opens to me, I dive in for it, taking her mouth like I’ve been dreaming about since she’s returned.
I thought she had a thing for Gabe. Or Adam. Or fuck, both.
God, I used to coach her. Does it matter that it was a decade ago? That she’s grown now. So different from how she was as a girl. Although the same, too.
I can’t tell if this is right, but I don’t think I have the willpower to stop.
Heat tears through me as her body sways into mine.
Her hand grabs a hold of my shirt, and I press her into the counter with my hips. God, I can’t believe the way she’s reacting to me, and I’m so fucking hard that she has to feel it against her belly.
I’m surprised by how insanely right this feels. All that tension wasn’t in my head.
The craving to lift her onto the counter and defile her is overwhelming. I rock into her, and she rocks with me.
Fuck, would she let me? I’ve been daydreaming of touching her, of her touching me, of tucking her under me and discovering every way I can make her come.
When her touch finds the small gap between my jeans and my shirt, it’s like I’m hit with lightning.
Her fingers spread against my stomach, palm scorching my skin before her fingers dip along the waistband.
I break my mouth from hers to say her name again. It’s a question and a plea. I need to know what she wants. What she’s willing to give me because I don’t want to push…but I want all of her.
“Take your shirt off.” Her voice is so soft, I almost don’t hear it.
But I comply without waiting to think about it.
Drew yanks open the button on my jeans and wraps her hand around my shaft.
“Fuck.” I drop the shirt on the floor, sink my hand in her hair, and take her mouth again, trusting her to know what she wants. To make her own decisions.
She strokes me, firm and steady until my hips shift within her grasp. The pleasure of her touch is so intense I’m not sure how long I’ll last.
I’ve been so tense and tight and riled up. It’s been too long since someone wanted me back.
I swear again against her mouth and reach down to unbutton her first layer and pull down the hem of her undershirt to bare her breasts.
Those little buds are high and tight, and one little tug makes her moan and squeeze me in her grip.
“I want to come on your tits.” My breath begins to heave, cock so fucking hard that I’m pulsing in her hand.
“You’re tense, Mr. Kincaid.” Her voice is sultry, teasing.
I shudder. “Fuck, it’s been a long time.”
It’s worse when she squirms under the attention I pay her breasts, slow and explorative, testing the way she reacts to every little touch.
Pleasure surges, and I grab the base, making the head of my cock tap against her sternum.
Drew watches me under hooded lashes, like she’s completely invested in making me come.
I tip past that edge, and I swear my vision goes white as I try to control the spray of my cum across those gorgeous tits.
She doesn’t flinch as I rub my head through it, spreading it across her skin until the pleasure subsides.
My arm snakes around her waist, and I move her beside the sink, wet a washrag, and clean her off. Drew’s hands roam me again.
And I want to touch her back.
I cup both of her breasts and squeeze, catching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and giving them a little tug.
Drew whimpers, thighs rubbing together. Her dark eyes are glowing, threatening to consume me.
I bend to take a breast in my mouth and suck.
She arches into me, hand sinking in my hair as I press my teeth down around that swollen little nub before letting it go with a pop. It’s so rosy and hard, begging for my tongue.
A few soothing lathes has my name dropping from Drew’s mouth.
I move on to her other breast, giving it the same attention as she wriggles against me, the soft noises growing.
Somehow, arousal courses through me again. It doesn’t matter that I just came.
I drag my attention away from her perfectly perky breasts and run my fingers down to the waistband of her jeans.
“God, yes, please.”
Fuck, the need in her voice drives me wild, and I desperately want to make her come.
Popping open her fly, I slip my hand down the front of her jeans and cup her through her thin cotton panties.
Her gasp when I press against her clit has blood raging through my veins.
She’s so responsive.
I rub her in small circles, enjoying the way her thighs spread a little further to give me access.
Her grip in my hair tightens, mouth going pouty. “More.”
A dark, grumbling fills my chest. Anything you want, Drew. I’ll give you anything you want.
I lift my fingers and dip them beneath the elastic band to touch her bare. She’s so hot and slick.
“Fucking hell, Drew. You’re so wet for me.”
She nods, words failing her as I draw my touch along her cleft and down through her folds. Fucking soaked.
I probe her gently, but her hips shift, and I easily sink a finger into her.
Drew gasps and moans, and she’s so goddamn responsive. Her core bares down on my thrusting digit, and I watch her eyes flutter.
“Can you take another?”
She nods, voice breathy as she answers, “Yes.”
I pull back enough to coat another finger and sink them both into her tight hole.
The noise that comes out of her is like a fist around my cock. I’m aching and hard as steel again. The effect she has on me is insane.
I scissor my fingers inside of her, and she sinks down into it. I find a spot that has her mouth dropping open, hips rolling, and I desperately want to watch her fall apart.
I tap and rub as her grip on me convulses.
“God, Drew. You’re so pretty when you’re writhing on me.”
She bites her lip on a groan and looks up at me with heat pooling in her eyes. “You’ve got a dirty mouth.”
My thrusts grow more punctuated. “You like that?”
She nods. “It’s unexpected, but I do.”
Unexpected. Only because of the boundaries we once had. Now, I can show her the other sides of me. The darker, needier ones.
“Yeah? Well, I like how your sweet little pussy clamps down on me. I can’t wait to see what that feels like on my cock.”
Her moan is louder, hips shifting with more vigor. “You’ve got a nice cock.”
My groan urges me a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. With her properly latched onto me, I grip her breast in my free hand and run my thumb over her nipple.
“Such pretty tits.” My voice is as thick with want as my cock is. “And so responsive.”
I tug at her nipple, watching it elongate then flicking it back and forth as she tightens around my thrusting fingers.
“I don’t think you’ve been played with enough. Or at least, not properly, in a while.” Because I know her history, and it lends to her being taken advantage of, not taken care of. Like she should be.
I want to take care of Drew. Especially like this. Right now.
My thumb strokes her clit as I curl my fingers. “Oh, you like that. The way your sweet little pussy changes when I hit the right spot. Fuck, Drew. Are you about to come for me?”
Her nod is small but frantic, and her hand in my hair draws my mouth closer. We’re not quite kissing, but I can feel her panting against my mouth.
I double down, enamored by how quickly she falls apart.
Her breath goes haywire first, then her body convulses, and the cry that tears out of her sends her limply into my grip.
I plant a soft kiss on her mouth, which renews her enough that I’m half devouring her as my hand slips free of her jeans.
“I swear that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.”
Drew’s laugh is sweet, cheeks pink.
“Don’t go shy on me now.” Because she’s been a firecracker, and I’m enjoying the way she burns me.
Taking a deep breath, she peers up at me, and there’s no remorse, no shame. Thank god. “Not shy. Just…satisfied.”
I laugh, pressing my hips into hers to keep her trapped against the counter. I’m hard again, but it doesn’t matter.
I just don’t want her to run away yet.
She hums, drawing her fingers across my bare chest. “God, I needed that.”
“Yeah, me, too.” I’m not ready to back away yet. A taste is not enough. I’m already craving more.
But I don’t want to overwhelm her either.
When her nose brushes mine, I take the invitation like the starving man I am, kissing her with the promise of more…if she wants it.
The separation is slow, her hand trailing down the front of me. “We should probably get back to work.”
I nod, resenting having responsibilities.
“Yeah, yeah, we should.” I shove on my shirt and usher her out the door.