It takes every ounce of self-restraint inside of me to go slow now. The further I creep down her body, the easier it would be to flip her over and bury my face in her dripping pussy. But I need to take my time. If this is the only chance I get to have her like this, I’m going to make sure it’s perfect.
My lungs seize when I lower my eyes between her thighs. White dances across my vision as I groan and grab her knees. They’re hot against my palms as I spread them as far apart as I can before pushing them forward. The move spreads her for me, and I grind my teeth, restraint slipping.
The triangle-shaped patch of hair I felt beneath the table earlier is visible now, dark in contrast to the pink skin below it. My mouth waters while I lower myself to my stomach and guide one finger through her swollen sex. Fuck, it’sdripping. The glistening skin of her thighs is nothing compared to her pussy.
“You’re soaked for me, Jill,” I moan, pressing my thumb against her clit.
She presses up from the bed, chasing my touch. “More.”
I oblige. With a swirl of my finger, I tease her entrance, letting her slick the digit. Her clit throbs beneath my thumb as I continue applying pressure. “Like this?”
“More, Gray. Put a finger inside.”
There’s no resistance when I slide my finger inside her. I push it in to the knuckle and then retreat, teasing her again. She’s tight, but not enough that I worry my cock won’t fit. With a few slow glides, I stretch her enough to add a second finger, wiggling them a bit.
“Good girl. Let me stretch you, sweetheart. I’m going to get you ready for more. This first one will be quick.”
Her moan is instant. I’m not sure if it’s from the praise or the promise or both. Either way, I need to hear that sound again.
With both of my fingers inside of her, I curl them and rub her clit, quickening with every stroke. The light in her eyes is bright enough to blind as I tap the top of her walls and press down harder on her clit. I fixate on every twitching muscle and silent gasp that escapes her, searching for what I need. Her brows are pinched tight together, and her knees have fallen to the mattress.
“I told you it would be fast. I’ll let you come just like this before making you work for the next one. Take advantage of this, baby. Come when you want to because after this, I’m going to be the one who decides when this cunt gets to soak my fingers. Let yourself come now, Jill. Be good for me,” I demand, my voice thick with the possessiveness I feel eating me alive.
Her arms lower to her front as she tries to use her hands to grab something—anything. They’re trapped, and I can see her frustration grow as they press hard into her stomach. I quicken my thrusting and fuck my fingers harder into her. Her G-spot becomes my focus, and with every hard tap I give it, she crumbles further. The wet sounds of her messy pussy fill the room, and I bite my cheek to keep from snarling in approval.
She spreads her lips around a silent scream, and I move faster, betraying every law of physics as I drive her harder into that blast of pleasure. There’s no stopping either of us. Her hips lift high off the bed, and I let her, keeping my fingers buried tight in the fluttering walls sucking at them.
“Yes, Jill. That’s a good girl,” I spit while ripping my fingers free and bringing them to her lips. She opens her mouth without needing to be told, and an electro-current of desire bashes through my chest. I drag them over her tongue. “Taste how fucking hard you just came for me.”
There’s not one ounce of hesitation in her gaze, and that’s what does it. In a blink, I’m falling back between her thighs and sealing my lips to her pussy, ready to spend the rest of my life right here.
9
JILL
I’m on fire.
Grayson’s tongue slides through my slit as he groans and forces more of his fingers into my mouth. I can still taste myself on them, sweet and delirious. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life, and I’m getting rewarded for that.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had.” He spits over me and drags his tongue through it. “I’m going to take my fill of you just like this for as long as I want. Until you’re begging me to let you come again.”
The idea of begging a man to be allowed to come should grate on me. But with Grayson, it does the opposite. I can feel myself growing wetter against his mouth. When he pulls his fingers from my mouth and pushes two inside of my pussy, I can hear it, too.
“Put your hands above your head.”
Head swimming, I do as he’s ordered. My fingers curl into the pillow above me as I pull my knees higher, spreading wider. He spreads his fingers inside of me before sucking my clit,yanking a cry from my throat. It’s loud, too loud for thin hotel walls. That doesn’t stop either of us.
Grayson’s ravished gaze clings to me, trapping my eyes when it would be so easy to let them close. Yet I don’t want to miss a second of this view. Not when I’m watching with a front-row seat as the quiet, professional man I came to know as my friend lets the mask drop.
What I see now is the opposite side of the coin he’s been hiding from everyone. This dominant, devious persona he’s putting on display calls to a side of me that I’ve never felt before. Not to this extent, at least.
I don’t want to refuse his demands. When he says something, I do it, all while feeling this slow, dangerous thrill crawl through my veins. It doesn’t make sense. I shouldn’t feel more confident in a situation like this than I’ve ever felt before, but I refuse to lie to myself.
Grayson bites gently on my clit, and I lift my arms, only to smash them down into the pillows. I swallow back another moan and bury my teeth in my lip to keep from screaming. He does it again, and I squeeze my eyes shut for the first time, unable to keep them open as I fight against the pleasure.
“Having trouble keeping quiet, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice nearly unrecognizable. My jaw almost unhinges when a third finger joins the first two, and I’m spread open. “I don’t remember telling you not to scream. Do you want my fingers back in that pretty mouth?”
My back bows off the bed. The brutal curl of his fingers deep, deep inside of me turns me to liquid. I collapse into the sheets and dig my nails into my palms, head shaking.
