He doesn’t stop stroking. His pace is slow and obviously meant to tease. My core throbs when I watch a bead of precum leak from the tip. He swipes it with his thumb and leans over the bed, his thighs pressing into the mattress. Watching as he holds the wet digit in front of him, I push myself up into a sitting position and open my mouth.
His energy darkens around us as he pushes his thumb into my mouth. “Taste.”
I moan as I suck the skin clean, slowly lifting my stare. It drags up the bare expanse of his chiselled torso, past the grooves in his hips and the six-pack that I want to sink my teeth into. His shoulders tense when I roll my tongue around his finger and finally let his hungry eyes tear into mine.
“I want you to suck my cock,” he grits out, already reaching for my bound wrists and releasing them. His belt falls to the bed, abandoned, before he gathers my hair in his fist and guides me forward. “You’re going to do that for me before I fuck you.”
The excess moisture in my mouth threatens to drip out as drool with how wide my jaw falls open. His laugh is rough as it clings to my skin. The grip he has on my hair tightens before I’m being pulled closer to him. I slide my knees under me and putmy hands on the mattress. My wrists are a bit sore and raw, but I ignore that as I focus on the dick pointed right at my face.
“You can keep your mouth open just like that,” he purrs, almost teasingly.
I tip my chin and let him guide me toward his hips. He keeps his grip on his cock as he wraps my hair around his knuckles and brings me close enough that I can kiss the wet tip. I clench between my legs, dripping down my thighs. Slowly, I rub my lips across the silky skin and then bring them lower, following the length of a vein.
Grayson hisses a breath and tugs at my scalp. He lets me explore him, but his grip stays tight, reminding me that he’s still in control. That only makes me hotter, my breasts swaying beneath me with my nipples hard as rocks.
“You’re enjoying yourself too much,” he grunts.
I smile despite myself and part my lips to swipe my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Lower and lower, I leave a wet streak on my way to the base. It’s only when I press a soft kiss to his balls that he jerks me up, tugging roughly at my hair.
“Enough playing.”
My eyes roll back as I get my first taste of him. I open my jaw and let him guide me down the first inch of his cock. He’s big enough that my cheeks burn after only a few seconds, but I don’t let that stop me. I brace myself over the mattress and work more of him over my tongue, sucking loudly.
“Fuck. You’re doing so good. That’s how I like it. Take just a little more . . .yes, Jill.”
His praise spurs me on. I choke as I force myself down further before finally retreating and stealing a quick inhale. My eyes water when I drop again and he hits the back of my throat. My gag is loud and lewd, but he rewards me with a sharp thrust of his hips. His cock slides further than I can handle, and spit falls from the corners of my mouth as I try and open my throat.
“That’s my girl. Let me in. I want to fuck your throat.”
I whine around him and rub my thighs together to try and ease the throb between them. My eyes fall shut when he starts to move his hips, moving inside of my mouth, giving me a tease of how he’ll fuck me later. I don’t put up a fight. Every thrust of his hips intensifies the pleasure building in my core. My breasts sway as he fucks my throat, groaning and cursing with every forward grind.
A second hand cards through my hair before taking hold of it. He keeps his ruthless grip in place as he moves, using my mouth. I’m getting off on it, too. Shit, I don’t want him to stop. Not until he’s coming down my throat.
“My perfect cocksucker. You take it so well, sweetheart,” he grinds out, leaning over me just enough that he can reach beneath me to where my breasts rock with his thrusts. Two fingers pinch my nipple and pull on it, making me cry out. “Just a little more. Suck harder, baby.”
My cheeks cave from the strength of my suction. He groans his approval and moves faster, harder. I choke louder now, struggling to keep my eyes open through the tears caught in my lashes.
“Keep those beautiful eyes on me when I come down your throat, Jill.” He growls under his breath and holds my head in place. “Don’t swallow.”
My cheeks are as wet as my chin as he snaps forward one last time. Hot, thick cum fills my mouth. Pulse after pulse, he unloads down my throat and onto my tongue before slowly pulling back. The moment his cock leaves my mouth, he lifts my chin and stares at my lips.
“Hold it,” he demands roughly, smearing the leaking tip across my swollen mouth.
It’s almost impossible. There’s so much of it that I know it’s leaking from the corners of my lips. The salty flavour burns itselfinto my memory as I keep my tongue flat and ignore the urge to swallow.
Then, finally, he’s nodding. “Open and show me.”
Parting my lips, I let him guide my head back and stare at the mess he left. The longer he keeps me like this, the more slips out, rolling down my chin and down the curve of my jaw. I feel it slide along the length of my throat before he presses his thumb inside my mouth and onto my tongue.
“Swallow now, baby.”
It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever done.
Yet, as I swallow his cum, the last thing I want to do is stop. If this is what being with Grayson is like, then I don’t ever want to stop.
10
GRAYSON
