Chapter 5 #2
Every place our bodies meet burns. She breaks the kiss with a gasp.
“Grayson.”
I press my mouth to the corner of hers, then along her jaw.
“We can’t,” she says.
“Say stop.”
Her breath shudders against my ear. My lips brush the sensitive skin beneath it.
“All you have to do is say it.”
She tilts her head, giving me more access even as she whispers, “This is wrong.”
“I know.”
“He’s your son.”
“I know.”
“I’m supposed to marry him.”
Each word is quieter than the last. My mouth returns to hers, hovering so close our breaths mix.
“Say stop, Molly.”
She stares into my eyes. I force myself to hold still. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
“If you tell me to stop,” I say, my voice rough, “I’ll stop.”
Her lips brush mine. A barely there touch.
My entire body tightens. We don’t speak.
One second she’s looking up at me, lips parted, and the next my mouth crashes down on hers.
She moans into the kiss, soft and needy, her hands fisting in the front of my shirt as she presses her body flush against mine.
My tongue slides deep into her mouth, tasting her.
She kisses like she’s starving for it, sucking on my tongue and grinding her hips forward.
“Fuck, Molly,” I growl against her lips, my hands roaming down her sides, gripping her ass and pulling her harder into me. My cock is already rock hard, throbbing against her stomach through the thick fabric. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About how you felt pressed up against me.”
She pulls back just enough to breathe, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Her fingers trace the zipper of my pants, eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge straining the front. A wicked little smile curves her mouth.
“I saw you looking down my blouse,” she whispers, voice husky and dripping with heat. “Now it’s only fair… I want to see what’s under here.” Her hand presses boldly over my cock, squeezing through the jeans, and I groan, hips jerking into her touch.
“Jesus Christ, baby.”
She bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. “I want you to teach me, Grayson. Teach me how to please you. It’s all I’ve thought about for the last forty eight hours—how to make this big cock feel good. How to suck it. How to take it. I need you.”
I unzip my coveralls the rest of the way, letting them pool at my feet. Molly’s eyes drop to the bulge straining against my jeans. I see the hesitation in her eyes and cup her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You wanna learn how to suck cock? The right way?”
She swallows. “Yes.”
“Then listen close, baby.” My hands go to my belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops is obscenely loud in the quiet garage.
“First rule—you don’t just suck. You worship.
” I pop the button on my jeans, the zipper following with a slow, teasing drag.
“You take your time. Tease me. Make me beg for that pretty mouth.”
I want to stop. The words shouldn’t be leaving my mouth. But every shred of self restraint is gone and all I can do is give into the temptation I’ve been resisting.
Molly’s breath hitches as I push my jeans and boxers down, my thick cock springing free, already hard and leaking at the tip. The veins standing out against my tanned skin, my head dark and swollen.
“See this?” I wrap my hand around the base, giving myself a slow stroke. My free hand wraps around her hair, tilting her head back. “Start with your hands. Grip me. Not too tight—just enough to make me feel you.”
Molly reaches out, her fingers trembling as she wraps them around my shaft. She strokes me experimentally, her thumb brushing over the slick bead of pre-cum at the tip.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, my hips jerking forward. “Just like that. Now use your tongue.” I guide her closer, the head of my cock brushing against her lips. “Lick me. Get me wet.”
She does, her tongue darting out to taste me. I groan, my grip in her hair tightening as she traces the ridge of my crown, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, my voice strained. “Now take just the tip. Suck it. Hard.”
Molly parts her lips, letting me slide in just an inch, her tongue pressing against the underside as she hollowed her cheeks. The taste of me filled her mouth and she moans around me, the vibration makes my cock twitch.
“Fuck—just like that.” My hand guides her head, showing her the rhythm. “Now take more. Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose.”
She does her best, her lips stretching around my girth as she takes me deeper, her hand still stroking the base. My breath comes in sharp gasps, my hips rocking gently, feeding her more of my cock.
“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” I groan, my voice rough. “Look at you—taking me like a fucking pro.” My thumb brushes over her cheek, smearing her lipstick. “Now—” My voice drops. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth. You gonna let me?”
Molly nods as best she can, her eyes watering as I push deeper, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly, but I just groan, my hand cradling her head.
I know this is wrong. But everything about it feels so right.
“That’s it, take it,” I encourage, my hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing. So warm. So tight.”
Molly’s tongue swirls around me as he fucked the back of her throat, her free hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently. My deep, guttural groans fill the air.
“Shit, baby, I’m close,” I warn, my voice tight. “You wanna swallow?”
She hums around my cock, the vibration making me curse.
“Fuck yes.” My thrusts became shorter, more urgent, my cock swelling in her mouth. “Gonna come down that pretty throat. Gonna fill you up.”
And then I am there, my body tenses as I bury myself deep, my cum spilling onto her tongue in hot, thick spurts. Molly swallows around me, her throat working as she takes every last drop.
I pull out with a wet pop, my cock glistening with her saliva. I haul her up against me, my mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that tastes like both of us—dirty, desperate, perfect.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I pant against her lips, my hands gripping her ass, lifting her. “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
I move her against the front counter, my body pressing into hers. My hands find her hips, my grip is firm, possessive. “You ever been with a man who tells you exactly what he wants?”
She shakes her head, her breath coming faster as my mouth hovers just inches from hers.
“Good.” I growl, rough and hungry. “‘Cause I’m gonna teach you.”
Then my lips crash into hers, my tongue pushing past her parted lips with a demand that left no room for hesitation. My kiss bruising, owning. Molly moans into my mouth, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as I lift her onto the counter, her jeans riding down her thighs.
I break the kiss just long enough to yank her blouse open, buttons popping as I expose her lace bra. “Fuck, look at you,” I groan, my calloused thumbs brushing over her nipples. “You got tits are perfect for my hands.” I squeeze, just hard enough to make her gasp, her back arching.
“Grayson—” she whimpers, but I cut her off with another searing kiss, my free hand sliding up her thigh, my fingers finding the damp heat of her panties.
“Shh,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re gonna listen to me, aren’t you? Gonna be a good girl and do exactly what I say?”
Molly nods as my fingers slip beneath the lace, two thick digits pressing into her soaked folds. “Oh god—”
“That’s it,” I groan, my breath hot against her ear as I circle her clit, slow and deliberate. “You’re dripping, baby. All for me.” My fingers slide deeper, stretching her, making her whimper. “You like that? Like when I finger-fuck this pretty pussy?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand.
“Good.” I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “‘Cause you’re gonna like what comes next even more.”
Before she could ask what I meant, I crouch, my hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. The cool air and the heat of my breath hit her exposed pussy as I lean in, my tongue dragging up her slit in one long, slow lick.
“Fuck!” Molly cries, her fingers tangling in my dark hair as I do it again, this time focusing on her clit, sucking it between my lips before flicking it with my tongue.
“You taste sweet, baby,” I growl, my hands sliding under her ass to lift her closer to my mouth. “Like fuckin’ honey.” I lap at her, greedy, relentless, my stubble scraping against her inner thighs as I devour her like a man starved.
Molly is panting, her body trembling as the first waves of her orgasm build. “Grayson, I’m gonna—”
“I know,” I rumble, my tongue working faster, my fingers digging into her ass. “Come for me. On my tongue. Now.”
And she does, her back bowing off the counter as pleasure crashes over her, her cries echoing through the empty garage. I don’t stop, licking her through it, drawing out every last shudder until she is boneless, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Only then do I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and licking as not to waste a single drop of her juices.
Everything inside me wants to claim this woman and declare her to be mine. But I know I’ve already gone too far. I reluctantly don’t go farther, even though I want nothing more than to bury my hard cock deep inside of her.