Chapter 37
LET HER.
GREY
Ibarely make it into the driveway, throwing the truck in park and killing the engine.
With my hand on her shoulder, I guide her off me enough to reclaim my cock and tuck it back into my boxer-briefs. I shove open my door, get out, pull her out and point her at the house, grabbing her ass with one hand before giving her the smallest shove.
"Get in that fucking house, peaches. Now."
And then that hot little brat looks at me over her shoulder and runs.
I don't know what comes over me, but I growl like a fucking animal and chase her down to her squealing and giggling, the two of us falling through the back door.
It slams behind me as my mouth crashes into hers--teeth clashing, tongues tangling, nothing gentle, nothing soft.
Her hands are already up the back of my shirt, nails scraping down my spine hard enough to leave tracks.
Fuck yes--mark me.
My hands find her bare ass, squeezing through the fabric of her skirt with my palm.It's then that I remember her drenched panties in my pocket and groan into her mouth.
She gasps against my lips, and I use the opening to deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth like I'm starving. Because I am. Even when I pick her up and her legs are wound around my waist, her pussy pressed to my abs, thanks to her grabbing at my shirt, it's not enough. It'll never be enough.
I'll want her for the rest of my fucking days.
My cock throbs painfully as I stumble through the house, one hand on her ass, the other in front of me--she needs no help staying put between her arms locked around my neck and her legs circling my waist. I don't think I could unlatch her if I wanted to, which I do fucking not.
I kick off my shoes on the way, and she's kissing my neck, my jaw, behind my ear, sucking hard enough to bruise.
I'm so distracted, I hit my shin on the bed frame and barely notice.
And then I all but jump into bed with her, pin her with my hips and mouth.
I cup one heel and pull off her shoe, then the other, glad she had on sneakers that didn't require real attention to remove.
She's clutching at my shirt, tugging it up and I have to break the kiss to rip it over my head, tossing it.
Her hands are on my chest, her lips whispering, Fuck, Grey, before I have time to kiss her again.
My cock pulses against her pussy through the thin fabric of my underwear.
I'm grinding against her, unable to stop myself, but the friction isn't enough.
Never enough, never enough, need her.
I force myself to break the kiss, still my hips. Slow down. Take her glasses, put them on my nightstand, the sight of them there doing something to my heart. Then I back off the bed, stand at the foot.
"Get on your knees," I command, my voice rough.
She's panting, her eyes locked on mine as she does as she's told, kneeling on my bed, chest heaving and hands flat on the outsides of her thighs.
I hook my thumbs in my jeans and Jockeys and shove them down. My cock juts out, thick and aching, the cool air a relief for half a second before the heat takes me over again.
"Show me your pussy."
Her breath catches. One hand reaches for the hem of her skirt in front, her fingers curling around it. She pulls, exposing herself, her other hand sliding from her hip to the juncture where it meets her thigh, sliding it down along the crease.
I can't fucking breathe. "Good fucking girl." My eyes are on her hand as it absently strokes the top of her thigh. "Touch your pussy. Tell me how wet you are."
She's barely breathing either, her face soft with lust and fingers inching toward her pussy. In her other fist is her skirt hem, nestled beneath her beasts.. Her hand is elegant and beautiful as she reaches between her thighs, fingers curling, the longest of them extending to stroke herself.
Both of us moan. My cock is in my hand. "Tell me."
"I'm soaked," she breathes, playing with herself, her fingers rolling around in her wetness, eyes fluttering closed. "God I'm so wet and empty, I need--I need--"
My cock is heavy and throbbing in my fist. "I know what you need, baby.
You know I'll give it to you," I promise, kneeling on the bed in front of her.
Eyes on her breasts, I hook the scoop neckline and front of her bra and pull--slowly, her tits bulge, then burst loose, dropping together with a bounce I feel all the way down my spine to the base of my cock.
Moaning, I reach for them, bury my face in the flesh where I suck and lick and bite, working her nipple with one hand.
The other slides between her thighs, nudging her finger out of the way so mine can take its place.
Clutching my head to her breasts, she sighs a moan, her other hand strokes the top of mine while I stroke her, her wet middle finger trails up and down mine like she's touching herself.
I'm losing my mind, crawling out of my skin with need.
My hand abandons her pussy to clamp my arms around her, pulling her so close, not close enough--never enough, can't get enough--sucking my way up her neck, so deep in my desire that I'm not aware of myself until my cock nudges the hot dip of her pussy.
My hips buck but I manage to shift my torso so I don't penetrate her, and she gasps, her lips chasing mine, not getting away. I back up, trying to get control.
"Not yet, peaches."
"But I--"
"I need to taste you." The hunger in my voice is desperate. Take your fucking top off. I want your titties bare."
She crosses her arms to grab her top and pull it off, but her bra is more trouble, considering the size of her breasts. I reach behind her and unsnap it with one hand. It slides down her arms and away.
"Good, so good," I tell her, palming her breast. "You're so good, Molly. Lay down."
She does, her eyes on mine trusting, heavy with desire.
She's naked except for the little skirt I want to rip to shreds, her knees together.
"Open up," I demand, crawling toward her, pleased as her thighs spread, her pussy pink and glistening.
My mouth waters at the sight. I slide my arms under her thighs, mouth open, tongue extended, the heat of her slick and slippery and soft.
My eyes are closed, my heart pounding, my lips latching, my tongue flicking, and it's not enough, never enough, and I want to drown, want her to smother me, want her--
My hands clamp her waist, and I roll, flipping us over.
She makes a surprised noise, her hips shifting, separating us--I can't pin her like this, but that's not what I want.
"I--what--"
"Sit on my face, peaches."
There's no room for misunderstanding. A full body blush spreads across her skin.
"I'll hurt you, crush you--"
I almost laugh. I'd die happy suffocating between her thighs.
"You're not gonna hurt me. Sit. All the way.
" When she hesitates, I add, "Trust me," guiding her with pressure on her thighs.
Her pussy hovers above me, so pink and pretty, the scent of her arousal twisting me tighter, the sweetest torture.
"Molly," I growl, almost a warning, my arms around her thighs, hands gripping her ass, pulling her toward my mouth. "Give me all of you."
Only a beat, and she surrenders, the full weight of her settling on my face, and fuck, it's perfect.
I groan into her pussy, the vibration making her jolt. Gasping, her hand flies to the headboard, hitting it with a slap.
"Oh god--ohmygod, Grey--"
My eyes roll back in my head as I devour her, her thighs trembling against my ears, my cheeks, every little quiver, I feel it all.
She tries to lift up again, and I slap her ass, hard.
The noise she makes--fuck, that noise--makes my cock jerk hard enough that it thumps against my belly.
Tentatively, she settles back in, but not enough.
I spank her ass again, and this time, she drops all her weight, gasping.
That's right, stay right fucking there.
My lids flutter closed as I drag my tongue through her folds, one long, slow stroke, the taste of her exploding in my mouth. Salt and musk and her. I groan into her and do it again, broader this time, licking every inch of that soaking seam from bottom to top.
She's not hovering anymore--good--but she's still holding back, muscles tense. I can feel it in her thighs, the way she's braced. Frustrated, I let her go to growl, "I swear to god, Molly, if you don't quit, I'm gonna lose it. Now, sit." I pull her down, latch onto her clit.
And finally, blessedly, she sinks onto me until I can barely breathe.
Yes, hums across my skin, across my tongue as I devour her.
It's not patient, not polite--I am a starving man, licking and sucking, using my whole mouth, possessed by my desire.
Above me, she's making desperate little sounds, gasps and whimpers and broken moans.
And I when I suck her clit, her hips finally rock.
Finally she lets go. deep and hard against me
"Grey--oh god--…Grey--"
My name on her lips while she's fucking my face turns me into an animal, makes me want to mark and claim and own her, mine mine mine.
I suck her clit hard, and her hips roll, grinding against my mouth, following the rhythm I set, chasing the pleasure I'm giving her.
She fists my hair, the bite of pain on my scalp only making my cock harder.
I'm out of my mind, plunging two fingers into her depths, her pussy so wet they're met with no resistance. She cries out, body jerking, and I curl and stroke that spot, the one that makes her scream. I want her to scream, I need her to scream.
"There--right there--…f-fuck--"
My fingers pump and curl, my mouth latched and tongue circling her clit--I don't change a thing the second she says there.
She's riding my face, no hesitation, grinding down, the orgasm building in her body.
Breath shorter, sharper, needier, the roll of her hips getting erratic. She's close. So fucking close.
I curl my fingers harder, suck her clit into my mouth, groan deep, knowing how she loves the vibration--
She comes with a scream of my name, her body bowing, back arching.
I have to hang onto her with one arm to keep my mouth sealed on her while she thrashes, her pussy clamping down on my fingers in the rhythm of her desire.
I feel every contraction, every wave, but I want more, more, working her through it, not letting up, drawing it out as long as I can.
She lets out a little sob, gasping for air, and finally, I gentle to soft kisses, withdrawing my fingers--she whimpers at the loss, and I want to fill her again.
Her whole body trembles, aftershocks rippling through her.
I press one last kiss to her clit--can't help myself.
She jolts and gasps, finally lifting her hips.
I'm addicted.
I guide her off my face, and shifts down my body, collapsing against my chest, making small, satisfied sounds, her breath hot and humid against my skin.
The hammer of her heart pounds against my ribs as my arms wrap around her, hold her close.
My chin is wet, my beard soaked, and I don't care, I hope I smell her on me for days.
I stroke her back, her hair. "You okay, baby?"
She nods against my neck but doesn't speak yet.
Broke her. Fucking broke her. Good.
Slowly, she lifts her head to look at me with glazed eyes, all pupils. Her lips are plump and swollen, breasts heaving, bulging from the pressure of her body against mine, shoved up in gorgeous swells. Her hair is wrecked, curls springing in every direction.
She's never been more beautiful.
She leans down to capture my mouth, kissing me deep, tasting herself.
My fingers in her hair, I groan into her mouth, the intimacy sweeping over me.
It's a slow kiss, less frantic. More intense.
Her thighs open up to straddle my waist, knees planted in the mattress, positioned at just the right angle so that when she innocently shifts, the tip of my cock kisses that hot, wet dip of her pussy.
"Fuck," I hiss, my heart beating so hard I feel like I'm going to pass out.
I watch it happen, the exact moment when instinct takes over.
Her eyes go dark, unfocused, her hips shifting deliberately this time, her weight shifting to bear down.
The tip of my cock is nestled at the threshold of her body, throbbing with my pulse, soaked in her heat.
And for a heartbeat, that pressure, that perfect pressure is the only thing I've ever wanted in my whole entire fucking life.
"Fuck," I groan again and retreat, grabbing her by the hips, her face pure need, pure want, her whimpering drawing my sac tight. Every muscle in my body is locked, straining, my cock screaming at me to let her LET HER. Thank fuck I have enough brain left to keep her hips still.
"Molly." My voice is unrecognizable to me, too rough, too raw.
She's trying to wiggle, dazed and blinking and confused. "What? Why won't you--" she tries to push down again, and I hang onto her.
The tip of my cock is wet with her, every breath a struggle.
Sweat beads my forehead and neck. The second my grip eases, she settles back on me, and we both groan.
Her pussy clenches the tip of my cock, and I can feel it, feel how much she wants me.
My body roars at me to flip her over. Drive into her. Claim her.
"Molly," Her name breaks in my mouth, and I find a way to separate us. "Just--…hang on--"
"You said you wouldn't stop me," she pants, hips wiggling in my grip.
"I know," I pant back. "I know, and I swear I won’t, but I need--I need a--" Condom. Priest. Defibrillator.
When it lands that I'm not saying no, she relents, shifting forward, putting my cock at least three or four inches from her pussy, which isn't nearly enough, but it's something.
I swear to god I can still feel the heat of her on my cock.
She plants her hands between my biceps and torso, breathing hard, her eyes glassy and lust drunk. .
I look up at her, smooth her hair. Force her to really look at me.
"I'm not gonna tell you no," I start, just so we're clear, "but I need you to take a breath, think with your brain--not your pussy--and tell me with words what it is you want."
She softens, the wildness easing in her as she takes a slow breath and lets it out, holding my gaze. For a second, she just looks at me, her face touched with adoration. She cups my jaw. Looks so deep into my eyes, I swear she can see my soul.
And then she says, "Grey, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to die."
I start to laugh, but she's kissing me, deep and heady and thick with longing, with desire. My fingers tangle in her silky hair, and when I break the kiss, it's to roll us over, putting her on her back and me on my side looking down at her. And then I kiss her again, hoping we're both ready.