32 - Grayson #2
I can’t believe I ever considered going anywhere other than right here tonight. It’s surreal, being able to come home to her.
She was waiting for me.
I’m out of my clothes in seconds. She laughs at my eagerness while I rush toward her.
My mouth lands on hers, and she opens for me the way I’ve become desperate for. Our tongues tangle, while she wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t stop myself from grinding against her, and just the feel of her panties against my cock is enough to almost make me lose it.
Her mouth trails down my neck, and I whimper. My hand works on her bra, unhooking it and tossing it across the room carelessly.
“Baby, I need to be inside you. Right now.” My mouth dips to her breast, teasing her nipple with my tongue.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Please. Right now.”
I reach for the nightstand, but her hand lands on my arm when I’m halfway there.
“Um, I have an IUD, and I’m clean,” She stutters. “I thought maybe we could…”
I blow out a harsh breath. “You want me bare, Chaos?”
My heart races, my entire body responding to the idea of having her with nothing between us.
“We don’t have to,” she starts.
“Yes.” I press against her. “Fuck yes.”
She grins, the shyness dissolving into heat as I slide her panties down her legs.
I slide one finger against her, finding her pussy already drenched. There’s no need to get her ready for me; she already is.
Lining myself up, I watch as I disappear inside her, pushing into her until we’re flush against each other. I stop moving, willing my body to relax before I come just from being inside her.
Then I pull out and thrust back into her. I see fucking stars. She’s warm and wet, and way too fucking tight.
“Shit, Avery.” I groan as I thrust into her again. “I’m not going to last long.”
Her mouth finds mine in a messy kiss. “Good. I like when you’re feral for me.”
I’m more than just feral for her. I am hers. Every single part of me is hers.
But I don’t say that, even if the three most important words I’ve ever known are dangerously close to spilling out of me.
My body moves as if it has a mind of its own, her legs wrapping around me and pulling me tighter against her. Her fingernails dig into my back, the bite of pain pushing me even closer to the edge. And when she starts whispering obscenities in my ear, I’m fucking done for.
She kisses me hard. “I’ve thought about you coming inside me all night.”
I thrust into her hard as the orgasm wrecks me, my cock twitching as I spill into her.
Embarrassment courses through me as I pull out of her. I’ve never in my life gotten off before the girl I was with, let alone someone I’m this serious about. But then, I glance up to find her eyes glinting with amusement.
“You think it’s funny?” I ask, holding myself above her.
“Maybe.” She bites her lip, and that’s all it takes before my body’s buzzing back to life.
I give her a quick kiss on the lips, then slide down the bed, doing something I’ve never even thought about doing before.
Her eyes darken. “Grayson, what are you doing?”
“I didn’t get you off yet,” I smirk, placing a slow kiss on her thigh.
She looks down at me, her breath coming in short bursts.
“You’re not seriously going to–”
“Stop talking and let me clean up my mess.” I settle in between her legs, body heating unexpectedly at the sight of my cum mixing with hers. The hungry way she’s watching me makes what I’m about to do even more worth it.
I lean forward, sliding my tongue across her slit, and her entire body arches off the bed.
Licking small circles across her clit, my hand settles on her stomach, holding her in place.
Then, I dip my tongue into her, the taste of us coating my tongue, and just like that, my cock’s ready for round two.
I pulse my tongue into her. “We taste so good together, baby.”
Her hand grabs onto my hair, guiding me as I lose myself in the rhythm of it, switching between teasing her clit, and sliding my tongue into her.
“Grayson, holy shit.” Her words are shaky.
“Want a taste?” I smirk, wiping my chin. My fingers slide into her and curl the exact way she likes. She grips my hair tighter.
Then I pull them out, sliding them up her body and along her lips until she sucks them into her mouth and moans. Her tongue swirls around me, and my mouth drops back to her clit.
I work her faster now, using my free hand to glide two fingers inside her, until she’s clenching around me.
I don’t stop, even as her teeth tighten around my fingers. I don’t stop until she’s coming undone under me, her entire body shaking as the orgasm rips through her.
Then I slide up the bed, kissing her slowly as we curl up next to each other.
“That was a first.” She says, voice thick with surprise.
“For both of us,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “I don’t know what the hell got into me.”
“Whatever it was,” she eyes me, “it can stay.”
I chuckle, voice rough. “If it’s staying, then I’m staying too.”
My arms lock around her, and she settles against me, head lying on my chest.
“I’m glad you showed up tonight.” She whispers, hand drawing lazy swirls along my tattoo.
“Me too.”
And when sleep finally overtakes me, I’m thinking about how I’m two games into one of the biggest series of my career, but I’d rather stay wrapped up right here, with her, forever.