Chapter 19 Greyson
GREYSON
Fuck. Drew is an absolute delight in bed.
Not only does she take every little thing I give her, she does so enthusiastically.
Even when I make her boneless with my hands and mouth, she doesn’t try to push me away when I finally strip away my clothes and crawl up her body.
And by god, she likes it when I talk dirty to her—something I never vocalized before because Kim didn’t like it. She thought it was demeaning.
So I keep it light. Playful.
I don’t take this step lightly.
Hovering over Drew, braced on my arms, I can see I’ve worn her out, but when my raging cock nestles between her legs, sliding across her slick and swollen core, her eyes burn bright.
“Still with me?”
“Mmm.” Drew nods, reaching her hands around my neck to pull me down for a kiss.
This woman is fucking perfect.
Her hot pussy cups my shaft and each half-formed stroke has me pulsing with the need I’ve been denying myself.
Because I don’t need it.
I get my pleasure from giving it, but I want this with her.
Crave it.
I didn’t lie when I told her I’d been daydreaming about this since the last time she had her hands on me.
Since I had my hands on her.
Her hips shift, catching the tip at her entrance without being able to capture me completely.
The needy noise at the back of her throat charges through me.
“Every sound you make is mine tonight.” I nuzzle her throat, nipping her so that I earn another.
“Greyson…” She gasps, and I’m a goner for how she can still want me after the three orgasms I’ve already given her.
Lifting above her again, I line myself up and slowly, so agonizingly slowly, I slide into her. Fuck, she’s tight and warm and gripping me already.
My groan grates against my chest as my vision goes white. I come back to the tiniest and immensely satisfied smile on her mouth. Those dark eyes gleam up at me, and her dark hair fans across the white sheet I’d just changed the other day.
It was wishful thinking, putting what I want out into the universe.
It worked.
I lean in and nip at her swollen mouth. Her resounding giggle traipses down my spine.
Keep this light, Greyson. Keep it fun.
Don’t dive so deep into her that you’ll never recover.
Her hands glide smoothly over my sides, up my back, across my shoulders, and chills fly in their wake.
How does she make me feel so wanted? So seen? With such little effort.
Kim never wanted this—this mess of sweat and laughter, of hands that don’t stop exploring.
With Drew, everything’s too alive.
Every sound she makes roots under my skin and digs there, a dangerous kind of truth I’m not ready to face.
Drew’s thighs shake against me, and I capture a knee in my hand as I start to move.
A soft moan floats into my ear, sending a tremor through me.
“You’re magnificent, Drew.”
Her laugh is nearly silent as her nails dig into my back. “You’re pretty fantastic yourself.”
My movements are small, nudging further into her, adjusting the angle of her hips until I feel it. Her g-spot.
Drew’s mouth falls open.
That’s when I thrust with earnestness, doing my best to wrangle my pleasure, even as it rises, swells, propels my movements until we’re both panting, sharing each other’s breath.
Her nails dig in, hips wiggling so minutely in my grip.
“Fuck, Drew, you feel so good. Let me hear you.”
Her response is a long wordless noise that has my toes curling. I never want it to end.
But she’s going to speed this up more than I want.
Shaking under me, her sweet pussy starts to pulse around me, so I slow, draw it out.
The way her back bows off the mattress again, body rigid as I pump into her, I know she’s past the point of no return.
“Take it—that’s it.”
She’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Ever experienced.
“Can’t get enough of you.”
Emotions swirl, hooking themselves into me with the same fervor as her nails as she rides out the waves of her climax.
As her limbs relax and she’s once again pliable beneath me, she prods me with the sweetest, softest noises in the back of her throat.
God be damned, I’m not going to last much longer.
I prop myself on my elbows and slow down. The selfish bastard in me wants to tear one more orgasm out of her.
“You keep looking at me like that,” she says, breath hitching, “and I’ll start to think you actually like me.”
My answering groan is rougher than I intend. “Damn right I do.”
Her laughter matches the trembling in her limbs.
“Look at you…so damn gorgeous like this.”
Drew’s laugh trills higher, and she absolutely glows. I’m obsessed with how she responds to me. How perfect this is with her. It’s like she was made for me.
Her dark hair sticks to her slick forehead. I’m wearing her out, but I can’t stop. Not yet.
Smoothing her hair from her face, I caress her cheek and lean in for a sweet kiss.
Drew opens to me immediately, but I keep it light, teasing, until her hand curls into my hair and tugs. Fuck, she’s found my kryptonite.
My hips jerk, thrusting hard so I eat her responding moan.
“Use that power with caution, Drew.”
The way her smile curves while it’s still pressed to my mouth is sinful.
Shifting to one elbow, I cup her breast in my hand, thumbing her nipple until she writhes under me.
It has my thrusts picking up momentum again.
Sucking in a breath, I hover an inch above her. “Think you can give me one more?”
Her small but enthusiastic nod curls pleasure down my spine.
“Good. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Drew’s soft laughter falls into a moan as I move with more intent. My hand slips between our hips to drum over her clit and elicit a cry from her. Her back arches, eyes closing, but I nip at her chin.
“Don’t let go yet. Stay with me.”
Her core is clamping down, promising me that my own end will come too soon.
I shift the angle of my hips so that my pelvic bone taps against her clit, drawing bleating wails from her, and I wrap my hand in her hair to tip her face back to mine.
“Look at me.”
She opens her eyes at my demand, glittering with need, with pleasure, with something more… I hope that’s not just wishful thinking.
I don’t want this to be the one and only time I get to have her. Even if that means sharing.
The others will complicate things, but she’s with me right now. And that makes me protective of her.
Can she decipher how I feel in my eyes? In the way I cradle her, prod her, cherish her?
It’s time to double down, so I push us both to our limit, freezing her in place as she teeters on that edge.
Pleasure spikes, tearing through me as I fight my way through her quaking core.
The moment she breaks, I memorize every detail of her face, the furrow of her brow, the soft O of her mouth, the flare of her nostrils, the few wisps of hair clinging to her cheek. It follows me into my own end.
My orgasm strikes me mid thrust, grinding me into her as the world blitzes out.
We’re pulsing together when I come back to her, and Drew’s fingers brush my forehead and temple.
Her legs lock around my back, keeping me against her.
I’m surprised she’s not in a rush to go clean up.
To get back to real life.
She seems to be soaking in the feel of me the same way I’m absorbing every second she lets me linger.
Her smile blinds me as her thumb brushes over my mouth. “That was…wow. I don’t even have words.”
“I have plenty of words.” But instead of the confessions on the tip of my tongue, I kiss her again.
When I pull away, I reach for a nearby cloth.
A clean one.
And I clean her up before tucking her against me and yanking a soft blanket over us both.
Sweat cools along my skin, but Drew’s body is warm where we’re pressed together.
I don’t want to let go of her.
Don’t want to give her a reason to run off, but I have to ask, “What does this mean, Drew?”
Her pause has my heart pounding hard.
“I don’t know.” Her voice cracks on the last word.
I try not to let the disappointment of her confession taint this moment.
“I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing. I just—” She swallows hard. “I needed this. Needed you.”
She tucks herself further into my body. At least she’s not withdrawing yet.
I can’t push her, not tonight.
Not when she finally let me be close.
But if she thinks I’ll let myself be some safe placeholder while she figures out her feelings for the others, she’s got another thing coming.
She didn’t lie, though. She didn’t dress it up pretty.
I don’t know.
It’s not enough, but it’s more than I expected. I should be careful—keep myself from falling in too deep while she’s still searching.
Or I’ll end up in the same place I did earlier this year with my ex-wife.
Caring too much for someone who doesn’t really care about me.
But watching Drew sprawled across my chest, flushed and finally at peace?
Yeah. I’m already in too deep.