32. Grayson
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THIRTY-TWO
“A man who cooks and does the dishes? Unheard of,” Maisie teases, wrapping her arms around me as I wash the last dish from dinner.
“I can do a whole lot more than that if you’re good,” I reply, pulling her mouth in for a kiss. A few soapy bubbles from my hand linger on her face. She tries to blow them, but to no avail.
“Now we have matching mustaches,” she jokes, rubbing them away. “Though I’m not sure mine has the same effect. Damn W.P.M.” she grumbles, pointing at my upper lip.
“Do I get to be privy to what that means now?”
“How do you know about that?” She narrows her eyes at me.
I chuckle, pulling her in for another kiss.
“You said it the night I took you home from the bar drunk. Something about ‘It’s an inside joke with yourself’ and ‘I could know if I was a good boy’.
” I do my best drunk-Maisie impersonation, and we both start laughing.
“Have I been a good boy?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
There’s a mischievous gleam in her eyes when she taps my mustache with her pointer finger, emphasizing each word. “Wet. Pussy. Mustache. One look at that slutty thing, and I’m a goner. I think you owe me a trip to the store to replace all the panties that mustache of yours has ruined.”
I wipe my hands off on a kitchen towel and then pull her in. “Is that so?” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and lean in. “Maisie, I will never be opposed to spending my hard-earned money on buying sexy things to put on your body. Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
She shoves my chest playfully. “You men are insufferable.”
“One man,” I remind her. “Other men don’t exist anymore, honey.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “And with that, I’m going to wash up.”
The cold water of my shower does nothing to tame my flaming skin.
I leave my bathroom door open, hoping the breeze from my room would help.
There’s no calming down when Maisie’s involved.
I had to get away from her before I stripped her naked right there in my kitchen and took her like the primal animal I become in her presence.
Picturing her in some lacy lingerie I picked out for her was getting me harder than the first boner I popped as a teenage boy.
I imagine her naked curves pressed against the shower wall while I pound into her from behind.
My forehead connects with the tile wall in front of me, my palm finding my aching cock.
It needs release, bad. I’ve been jacking myself off every night, thinking about how she’s taunting me only one door away. It’s torture at its finest.
I squeeze my cock, imagining it’s Maisie’s dainty fingers stroking me. A bead of precum pools at my tip just from the thought. I pump my fist, coating my cock in it from base to tip.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I hiss under my breath, picking up my pace.
Water runs down my face as I pump my cock harshly, picturing Maisie's soft lips leaving kisses all over my body. “Maisie,” I moan, flicking my thumb over my tip, drawing more liquid from the head of my cock. Each time my hand finds the base, I picture hitting the back of Maisie’s throat as she takes me between those slutty lips of hers. “Just like that, honey.”
Something crashes to the floor in my room, and I look up to find a wide-eyed Maisie staring right at my cock from my bedroom.
She doesn’t say a word, just continues to stare at my cock like she’s never seen one before.
My hand is spurred on by her attention, and I continue to stroke, slowing down to make a show of it for her.
“If you take a picture, it will last longer,” I tease, groaning when my thumb strokes over my slit.
“Shit, sorry,” she rushes out, embarrassed.
Does she turn around, though? Not a damn chance.
She stares at my cock, licking her lips like she wants a taste.
I would give up just about anything to make that a reality.
Having Maisie on her knees for me is not going to be the first time I have her, though.
I want to worship this angel with my tongue first.
I stroke my cock nice and slow, twisting at the base. “Enjoying the show?”
“Mhm,” she moans before throwing a shocked hand over her mouth. “Fuck, I mean, no.” My girl is thoroughly flustered, her eyes never breaking contact with my throbbing dick.
I pick up my speed. “No? So if I were to ask you to take off your panties for me, would I not find you pussy weeping for my cock?”
She gives me a firm shake of her head, eyes half lidded with lust. She wants me bad.
“Shall we test that theory, honey?”
Another firm shake of her head.
“I thought so,” I chuckle. I rest my shoulder blades leisurely against the tile behind me, palming my cock.
“You’re gonna stand there like a good girl and watch me come undone to the thought of your panties dripping because of my cock.
Got it?” I rasp, slowly jerking my dick again.
I’m so close, I’m surprised I didn’t combust the moment I saw her eyeing my dick with hunger.
“But what if I—”
“No buts,” I cut her off. “You wanted to watch, so enjoy the show, Maisie, and know this is because of you.” She gulps, squirming uncomfortably under my heated gaze.
Her hand brushes the hem of her pants, and she lets out a breathy moan.
She needs release. My dick pulses, ready to explode.
“No touching yourself either,” I warn, my throat gravely.
“Gray,” she whines, her chest heaving in time with each thrust of my hips into my hand.
“Yes, gorgeous?” Fuck, I’m so damn close. Hearing my nickname on her lips is basically her begging for me to come.
Her eyes widen when I pick up my pace, my heavy pants echoing around us. She’s crept closer, now standing in the doorway. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip, her eyes darting from mine to my cock. She seems to be at a loss for words. Me, on the other hand, I’m falling apart.
“You make me so horny, woman. I can’t fucking think straight when you’re around.
” She whimpers, her hand twitching at her side, but she doesn’t move to touch herself.
“Good girl,” I growl, giving my tip one last tug before I’m coming.
“Fuck,” I scream, painting the shower wall in front of me.
“Goddamit,” I curse, dropping my head to the glass.
My dick pulses a few more times before I drop it and gather myself. When I look up, Maisie looks like she’s on the verge of coming herself. Her cheeks are flushed, chest heaving, lashes fluttering. My girl needs to come bad, and I intend to give it to her.
I quickly rinse down my shower, wrapping a towel around my hips. My hair is dripping all over the floor, but I have more important plans. Each step I take towards Maisie, she takes one back.
“What are you doing?” she heaves, retreating into my bedroom.
“I want my dessert.”
“You’ll have to catch me first,” she squeals, turning around and booking it out of my room.
I give chase, not caring if I lose my towel in the process. “You can’t hide from me in my own house,” I taunt, running right behind her. Surprisingly, she stops at her door and turns to face me.
“Beg to taste me,” she demands, a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Please let me taste you. I’ve been fucking dying to know how sweet you taste on my tongue,” I plead, and I mean every fucking word. This woman has reduced me to pure need. She’s throwing my little game back in my face, and I’ll go along with it if it gets me what I want.
Her.
“On your knees, and ask nicely,” she demands.
I’ve never dropped to my knees so fast in my life. Usually, I’m the dominant one, but I’m loving this confident Maisie taking the reins, so I’ll allow it this once. It’s hot as shit. “Please,” I beg.
Her smile takes up her whole face before she steps back. “Maybe next time, cowboy,” she sings before slamming her door in my face.
What the fuck? “Open the door, Maisie,” I yell, slamming my palm on her door. I hear the rustling of a drawer before it slams shut.
Buzz.
“Maisie, did you hear me?”
Buzzzzzz.
Her whimpers can be heard through the door. I don’t even need to press my ear to it. “Fuck yes,” she moans.
“Are you using a toy on yourself?” I yell through the door. Shit, I might come at the thought. This woman will be the death of me.
“Grayson,” she cries. “Ahh, that feels so good. I’m gonna…I’m gonna c-come,” she pants.
“I’m two seconds away from breaking this door down.”
“Goodnight, Gray,” she calls, her voice even. “Oh, and don't touch yourself tonight, honey.”
Music starts up and blares through her door, drowning me out. Did she just silence me? A second later, I can hear, in full, graphic detail, Maisie falling apart, screaming and coming so hard, her moans can be heard over the music.
My head hits her door in defeat, wondering what that pretty face of hers looks like when she comes apart. I need it; I vow to myself I’m going to get Maisie all to myself and teach her a lesson on what happens when she defies me.
“Night, Maisie. I’ll be seeing you in the morning,” I taunt, heading back to my bedroom for a night of restless sleep.
Maisie Rae Brooks has flipped my world upside down in the best way.