Chapter 38

Skylar

Greyson’s breath on my neck was hot as he nudged my face to the side. He began kissing my neck. His hands were still in my hair as I set to work undoing his jeans. I tugged them down over his hips as my knees hit the end of my bed. I sat down and pulled the jeans the rest of the way down his legs. He stepped out of them and never took his lips away from mine.

I tore his shirt off his shoulders. I heard something rip, but neither of us cared. Greyson’s hands wandered from my hair, down to the base of my throat. He applied pressure there as he pushed me down on my back on my bed.

He paused for just a moment to look up at me as he lowered himself down between my legs. I knew he was looking at my room, at my white bed sheets and pale yellow walls, at the white headboard sporting yet more books in its built-in shelves.

Then he smiled, more to himself than at me, and put his hands under my thighs to push my legs up. He pulled my panties aside and dipped his head low to run his tongue along my slit.

I was so wet and so ready for him. I didn’t need all of this, but I wasn’t going to tell him no, either. The way he dragged his tongue up and down to taste me was wondrous. His long, slow strokes forced my body to relax, and as he worked, I sank deeper into the mattress. A tension I didn’t realize I had been holding evaporated, and I was able to focus entirely on what Greyson was doing at the sweet spot between my legs.

His licks became a little less controlled the more excited he got. Soon, he was swirling his tongue over my clit in the way he knew I liked. I sighed contently and grabbed a fistful of his hair. I begged him without words to keep going. What he was doing felt amazing.

He heard my unspoken plea. His tongue fell low and pushed inside me. I moaned and bit my bottom lip as he gently pushed me open, just at the front, teasing me. Then he drew his tongue upward ever so slowly. I felt him graze every crevice of me as he ascended until he hit my clit. Then, meticulously, he grazed me ever so softly, and a tremor rushed over me. Greyson felt it through his hands on the back of my thighs, so he traced a slow circle around my swollen clit.

I was about to come.

Greyson went for another circle, slower this time. When he hit the top of my clit, he brought his tongue down to the bottom of my slit again and continued the routine.

I thought I might implode with pleasure.

I lasted one more agonizingly delightful round of Greyson’s game, and then I gave into the orgasm. It tore through me, and in its climax, I cried out Greyson’s name and tightened my grip in his hair.

He slipped a finger into my pussy.

The pressure inside me was too much for me to bear. I released his hair to grip my duvet. Something new happened. Something I had never felt before. As I came, I felt a new release of pressure, and with it came a new release of fluid. I gasped and Greyson smiled into my pussy.

He moved to keep going.

I grabbed his wrist to stop him as he eased two fingers inside me. His eyes met mine, and he waited for instruction.

I smiled. “My turn,” I whispered, and I let my body slip off the bed. Greyson stood, and I crouched at his feet.

He was still wearing his boxers. I pulled them down but left them at his thighs. I needed him too badly to take the time to take them all the way off. His cock sprang free and bounced before coming to rest rigidly, arching toward his belly button.

I spotted something pinched between two of his fingers. A condom, I assumed. He had come prepared, which for some reason turned me on even more. He had probably been thinking about this all night, just like I had.

I leaned in and pressed my tongue to the base of his shaft. I licked him upward, following the tight columns at the bottom of his shaft in a line to the tip of him. I traced my tongue around his velvet softness and dipped gently into the pool of saltiness at the point. Then I let my tongue fall back down. I drew one of his testicles into my mouth and suckled gently. I held his gaze the whole time.

Two could play this game.

He held my gaze for as long as he could manage, but soon, he let his head fall back to look up at the ceiling. I watched his stomach and chest as he breathed in quick, short breaths; he was hot and heavy, and a ripple of pride ran through me as I reveled in being the one who could make him feel this way.

Soon, when I knew teasing him any longer would drive him mad, I took all of him between my lips and eased him deep into my throat. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and the excitement in my body shot straight to my pussy. I was so turned on. I lowered my hand between my legs, pulled my panties aside, and started rubbing myself gently.

Greyson’s hips moved forward, and he began fucking my mouth. I moaned as he filled my throat and glided over my tongue. I couldn’t wait much longer.

It seemed that Greyson felt the same because seconds later, he pulled me to my feet. His lips crushed against mine for a brief, heart pumping moment, and then he picked me up and perched me on the edge of the bed. He pushed me down on my back and hooked his thumb in my panties. He pulled them down off my ankles and tossed them over his shoulder.

Then he climbed on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his hips. I let my hands fall to his sides where I could still see some bruising around his ribs. I ran my hand gently over the spot, and his eyes met mine. He dropped his head to kiss me more.

I arched my spine to press my breasts against his chest. He dropped his hips to rest the tip of his cock against my pussy.

I reached down, took hold of him, and eased him inside me. At some point, he had managed to put the condom on.

He moaned into my mouth. I sighed into his. The swell of his cock stretched me to fit him. The week between our last meeting felt like it had been ages ago. It felt almost like our first time. There was a tug of pain as he filled me to the hilt. Then he waited until my muscles relaxed, and I adjusted to the size of him. When that happened, he pulled slowly out of me and then pushed back in.

I clung to his arms as he moved inside me. He was looking down at me, and I couldn’t look anywhere but him. He captivated me with his blue stare, and I was overcome with an intense desire to cry. I wanted to cry for us, for this moment, and for how happy I was.

Instead, I closed my eyes and let Greyson make love to me.

His lips found my neck, and he trailed his kisses up to my ear. He pinched my earlobe between his teeth and blew a soft breath into my ear. The heat of it tickled, and I giggled. He kissed my cheek and my closed eyelids. He kissed my nose and my jaw and then finally, my lips.

I was breathlessly waiting for him to fill my mouth with his tongue as he filled my pussy with his cock. My hands wove up his arms to his shoulders. I pressed my nails into his skin, and he made a sound in the back of his throat that made me ache with lust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close as he continued to kiss me while he thrust in and out of me.

I let go of his neck and held my legs back for him so he could enter me more deeply. The tip of his cock hit something far inside me, and I gasped and cried out with pleasure. Greyson continued his steady pace, and I was unable to hold my legs. I moved my hands above my head, and Greyson pinned them there. He joined my wrists together so he could hold me down with only one hand.

His other hand cupped my face. He traced my jaw with his fingers and my bottom lip with his thumb. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it for a moment. A smile touched the corners of his mouth, and I released his thumb. His hand dropped lower to rub my clit as he went back to kissing me.

I rotated my hips in small circles as he moved inside me and rubbed my sensitive clit with two fingers. His grip on my wrists tightened. I breathed desperately into our kiss and whimpered as his cock hit that spot deep inside me again.

He moved more fiercely, and his thighs slapped against my legs. His lips fell away from mine, and I moaned as his fingers applied more pressure to my clit.

Every thrust brought me closer to coming. I knew Greyson was going to lose control soon, too. I strained against his grip on my wrists as I edged closer and closer. He held me down with more strength and fucked me harder.

I cried his name. He groaned with pleasure as I came, and my pussy filled with wetness. His cock pulsed and swelled inside me. As it jerked wildly, my orgasm only became more intense. We both rode them together, still grinding against one another as our bodies sang with ecstasy.

When we were both done, Greyson’s hips fell still. He released my wrists and pressed his lips to them after seeing a red ring around them. Then he kissed my lips, and I closed my eyes as I kissed him back. He was still inside me, and the heat we were sharing was comfortable. His tongue slipped between my teeth, and he kissed me with as much need as he had before we made love.

I sighed when he pulled away and straightened. I watched him stand up and walk around my bed to go into my bathroom. “I’ve missed that,” he said, his voice deep and husky. He was still out of breath.

“Me too,” I said, rolling onto my back and stretching like a cat. I knew Greyson was looking at the swell of my breasts and the line of my stomach. He probably liked the curve in my back, too.

That was why I did it, at least.

When I looked over at him, I was right. He had been watching me. He was leaning against the open doorframe with a positively dopey expression on his face. He turned away from me, caught in the act, and closed the bathroom door behind him.

I stayed on my back smiling at the ceiling like an idiot until he returned.

When he did, he laid down on the bed beside me. He rolled onto his side so that he could face me and propped his head up on one hand. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

I blushed and rested my right forearm across my eyes. Then I peeked over at him out of one eye. He was smiling at me. I giggled and turned to face him.

“What now?” I asked. “What does this mean?”

Greyson tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. His eyes traced my lips as he answered. “I have to take care of something in Vegas.”

I felt my eyebrows tug together. “How long will it take?”

“Not long. A day, maybe two. But I want you close to me. I don’t want to be apart again.”

I smiled and shifted closer to him so that my knees pressed against his thighs. “I want that, too. I don’t think Houston is where I want to be anymore. Not after everything. I think I need a change.”

“Me too,” Greyson said, and his eyes sparkled with ideas.

“So, you take care of business in Nevada,” I said. “And then we go from there.”

“And then we go from there,” Greyson agreed, taking my hand and lifting my knuckles to his lips.

I giggled and tried to pull my hand back to my chest. He followed and moved in on me, showering me in kisses before wiggling his fingers into my ribs to tickle me. I shrieked, and he laughed. It was a deep, joyful sound, and it was more than contagious.

I was beside myself with laughter as the man I loved tickled me, naked, shameless, and overrun with happiness. It was a high unlike anything I had ever felt, and in my soul, I knew it would last forever.