Chapter 44 #2
She chews on her bottom lip and that can only mean one thing. She’s considering it.
“I've never—”
“Neither have I,” I admit and something flashes in her eyes. Something excited and feral.
“It’ll be a first for both of us?” she whispers and I can tell she likes the sound of that by the sly smile she flashes.
“Come on, princess, let me enjoy how good you taste after you come.”
Blushing my favorite shade, eyes full of determination, Selena shuffles up along my body until her knees straddle either side of my head. She hovers just above my jaw and I’m fucking salivating. I've never been fucking harder than I am right now.
“Such a pretty pussy, so wet and glistening for me.”
Her breaths quicken, her tits are rising and falling so fast. I need more hands so I can touch all of her.
“Are you sure about this?” she asks.
I caress her thighs and squeeze her hips. “Never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“But what if—”
“Look at how hard I am just thinking about it.”
When she glances over her shoulder to gaze at my throbbing cock, she lets out a little gasp of surprise. The way she licks her lips, I know she likes what she sees and I get fucking harder. Feels like I’m about to explode.
“Selena, please.” I don’t give shit if I’m begging. Judging by her smile, she doesn’t mind it either. In fact, she might like having me at her mercy.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” she grins and fuck if I don’t love that burst of confidence. I want her to feel that way all the damn time.
She lowers her hips onto my face and I grab the delectable swell of her ass to help her get there faster. The soft moan that leaves her as I lap at her core buries itself deep inside my soul.
With the flat of my tongue, I lick her pussy and her thighs tremble. “Fucking delicious.” Her scent, her taste, she’s intoxicating. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I need more and swirl my tongue over her clit. She murmurs something incoherent, something that sounds a lot like my name. Green eyes flutter closed when I suck on the sensitive bud and her head tilts back.
"You like this?" I don’t need to ask, she’s drenched.
“Yes,” she breathes, rolling her hips over my jaw.
I lick her over and over, twirling my tongue, devouring her taste and her scent. Memorizing this moment, listening to her gasps of pleasure increases my own.
Her fingers sink into my hair. She tugs me closer, riding my face. I’m in heaven.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, lapping and nipping and teasing her pussy, making Selena writhe and whimper.
She makes the prettiest sounds, panting and moaning as I suck on her clit. I’m massaging her ass with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other until she’s nearly shuddering for me.
“Grayson...I have to...”
Her thighs lock, her spine curves. I love watching her fall over the edge, love tasting her blissful release when she comes all over my face.
“This,” she mumbles, rocking her hips.
“This,” I agree, her arousal trickling down my chin.
Knowing she likes it as much as I do, having the pleasure of being the only one to ever savor how fucking delicious she tastes, it’s a heady combination.
“Mine,” I think again as my tongue glides along her slick pussy. The sheer need for more is roaring through my veins, my cock is throbbing and pulsing and my balls draw up tight before I realize what’s happening.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as heat shoots through me, making a mess on my stomach. I keep coming and coming as I lick the last of her orgasm.
Damn. Making a mess all over myself was not what I expected.
“That was…”
“Terrible?” I say, trying to catch my breath. “Horrible?”
“Yes, both of those,” she giggles, sounding relaxed and dazed.
Breathing heavy, I help Selena climb off me to lay down at my side.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing loose waves away from her face.
She sits up. Her curious gaze is on my chest, roaming my stomach.
“Is that—did you...?” she wonders, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I did.”
Her eyes are wide as they meet mine.
“I made you come?” she asks. The innocence in her expression doesn’t last long. Instead, a slow, sexy ass smile slides into place.
“Who’s smug now?” I chuckle, standing to clean myself up in the restroom and to find a towel to help her.
“Grayson?”
“Yes, princess.”
She blushes, smiling like I’ve given her a gift. When she crawls over to the edge of the bed, heat reignites in my veins.
“Can I...try it?”
Fuuuuuck. It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to groan in satisfaction.
“If you like,” I reply, my voice low and rough.
My dick’s getting hard again just watching Selena swipe a tentative finger across my stomach as if she’s stealing a bit of frosting off the top of a cake. When she brings her finger to her lips, she sucks it into her mouth. I can’t help it, I do groan then.
It’s impossible not to picture that perfect mouth of hers wrapped around my cock. It’s impossible not to want more.
“Selena—” That’s when my phone rings. The sound is jarring and I curse, gazing into her dazed expression. Shit. She slides off the bed when her phone rings too.
“It’s Sammy,” she whispers. “There’s twelve missed texts. I have to answer.”
I nod and she taps on the green button.
Sammy speaks before she can. “Sel, where you guys at? What’s taking so long?!”
Green eyes meet mine and I don’t like the panicked confusion I find in them.
“Is Gray with you?” Sammy asks and I shake my head no.
“He’s not here,” Selena answers, but doesn’t sound too sure.
“What? Where’d he go?”
“Coffee,” I mouth and she nods, the post-orgasmic haze lifting.
“Coffee run, I think. He’s supposed to come back and pick me up.”
“Did he say what coffee shop he was hitting up?” Trevor yells into the phone. “‘Cause Big Mike claims Gray’s into some girl he calls ‘Iced Vanilla Latte’.”
These motherfuckers. I school my expression. When I meet green eyes, they’re narrowed in irritation.
“He didn’t say,” she mutters, sounding annoyed. She steps away from me. “I’ll get my keys and drive over. Bye,” she snaps, ending the call.
Selena grabs my sweatpants and goes through the pockets. When she takes out the pink square she gave me earlier, I reach for it.
“Hey! Those are mine.”
“I’m taking them back,” she sighs. Her words are laced with anger and...pain? Not sure I’m reading her right. In my defense, I’m not thinking clearing. I just blew my fucking load simply because she tastes so damn good.
“Selena—”
“I’m sure you can ask Iced Vanilla Latte for hers.”
Clearly, she’s upset.
While she dresses, she keeps her eyes focused on the carpet. I watch her gather my clothing before she shoves them at my chest. “Get dressed,” she states, then leaves me alone in her room to do just that.
She’s pissed off. I contemplate letting her walk away without giving any explanation. This can end here, like this. It’s the best outcome.
Car keys rattle out in the living room and the front door opens. She’s leaving.
A strange sensation ripples through me. I grab my phone and run after her. “Selena, wait.”
She holds a hand up, stopping me in my tracks. “I was kind of annoyed. I’m fine now. See you at Gibson Place,” she says, walking out while carrying all the things we came to her apartment to collect.
“Want to know who they’re talking about?”
“Nope,” she says, shaking her head adamantly. “Not my business.”
“Hey. Look at me, please.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, opening them slowly on an exhale. Her gaze rises to stare fiercely at me. All the things she’s carrying, I take from her as I hand over my phone.
After a long pause, she glares at the screen. Eventually, she scrolls.
The last text conversation we exchanged was the day she came over to my place. Her first time. Our first time.
“Why didn’t you just say?” she mutters, returning my phone. Irritation still radiates from her tone.
“I didn’t know you’d be jealous,” I shrug and she comes alive.
“I’m not jealous, Grayson!”
“Sure seemed like—”
She covers my mouth with her hand.
“We had just...finished,” she admits, her cheeks going warm and rosy. “I had just tasted your...you,” she shrugs, clearly embarrassed. Her eyes avoid mine. “Anyway, I was feeling some type of way and...overreacted, I guess? Not a big deal.”
She drops her hand and I smirk at her.
“If you say so.”
“Yes, I say so.”
She’s fighting a smile, I’m not. She’s adorable trying to keep a straight face. Wish we didn’t have to go. It’s why I ask, “What now?”
She blows a few strands of her hair away, only to have them curl around her jaw again.
“Now, I get in my car and you get coffee.”
Ignoring the urge to argue with her, I carry her things downstairs and load up her car. She drives away without another word.
I’m left on the sidewalk, running a hand down my face. Nothing’s changed and yet everything has.