Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
FLIC
Grayson’s mouth is relentless, his tongue working me in a rhythm that has me teetering on the edge. There’s no space to think. All I can do is feel. Grayson’s fingers move inside me, hitting that spot that makes my whole body tighten.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my voice breaking as the pressure builds, tightening low in my belly until I’m shaking with it. He quickens his movements, his strokes deeper, harder. “Grayson, please—”
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he intensifies, his mouth sealing over me, fingers moving deep, and then I’m gone. A wave of ecstasy crashes over me, tearing a scream from my throat as my body bows off the bed. The pleasure is all-consuming, every nerve in my body alight.
Grayson doesn’t let up. He coaxes every last shudder from me until I collapse back onto the pillows, boneless and spent. My heart pounds and my hands clutch at the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping me anchored in this moment.
“You taste so fucking good.” His voice is all gravel as he moves his mouth to nip the inside of my thigh. “And you’re dripping.”
“It’s all for you,” I whimper. “Please. Please fuck me now.”
“Oh, I’m going to.” He pulls away from me, off the bed and into the bathroom, giving me an impressive glimpse of the toned lines of his body.
He’s back in seconds, a condom in his hand.
My breath catches as I watch him. He’s so big, so hard, and I can’t tear my eyes away as he rolls it down the thick length of him.
Every nerve ending buzzes with anticipation and maybe a little doubt, too. Can I even take him?
“Flic.”
I’m caught in the dark intensity of his gaze. It’s filled with something I can’t quite name—desire, yes, but something softer, too. “We’re going to go real slow.”
I nod, my throat too tight to speak. My body aches for him, throbbing with a need that’s almost overwhelming.
He kneels between my legs, his hands gripping my hips, and I feel his tip press at my opening.
I gasp as he pushes inside me, slow, allowing me to stretch, to take the width of him.
My nails dig into his shoulders as he holds still, letting me adjust.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his voice strained, like he’s holding himself back. He leans down, pressing a kiss to my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re so tight. Breathe, baby.”
I gasp, my body opening to him inch by inch. The fullness is almost too much, but it feels so good. He moves slowly, each thrust getting deeper than the last. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans, the sound rough and primal.
His lips brush my ear. “So tight. So fucking perfect, Flic.”
The words send desire racing through me, and I arch into him, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his back. He picks up the pace, his thrusts still controlled but deeper now, hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
Sex has never felt like this before. It’s not Grayson’s size or his confidence, though both are undeniably impressive. It’s the way we’re tuned to each other. The way he sees me and reads my body.
That’s what I saw in his eyes just now. Trust. This is me lowering my guard and realizing his is down, too. No walls. No defenses. Just two people meeting in the middle, fully present, fully seen. And it’s everything.
Then Grayson pushes deeper still, and I stop thinking about anything but the pleasure building inside me once more.