She swirls around my cock, faster with each pass. Her tongue is wet velvet against my steel. I prop up on my bent elbows, watching her devour me. Aside from her smile, this is the hottest view I’ve had the pleasure of seeing. I can officially die happy. Her mouth is my nirvana.
I try to relax in a reclined position, but that’s impossible. She’s a lit matchstick and gasoline to the flaming lust burning me up. I wanted to take care of her. This is the other way around. My head is spinning over what she’s doing to me. I’m dizzy and disoriented without moving. Sutton finds a smooth rhythm, gliding her lips down my length and slowing drawing up. Damn, she’s good and I’m instantly hooked. I’ll never get enough of this.
On the next upward spiral, she releases me with a pop. Unbridled yearning reflects at me. “Show me what gets you off, Gray. I want to learn.”
I lift my hips. “You’re already doing it.”
Sutton kisses my tip, not taking me in. “Teach me.”
I’m not going to argue with that. My dick demands release and is ruling above brain functioning. I clutch a fistful of hair and guide her deeper. This change in angle allows her to take more of me. The impending orgasm curls at the tail of my spine, trying to break loose. I grit my teeth and force the release to recede.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” The guttural growl rips from my throat. “Just like that, beautiful.”
She hums in response, her lips suctioning full force around me. The vibrations in her throat zap straight to my balls. Telltale heat spreads through my lower half. I try to pull her off me.
“Baby, I’m gonna come.”
A muffled groan is all I get in return. Sutton doesn’t stop. Instead, she hollows her cheeks and sucks me to the base. Fuck. Yes. My girl isn’t messing around by showing off her lack of a gag reflex. I buck my hips, striking the deepest point possible. She swallows and that’s all the trigger I need. Warmth shoots out of me in spurts while I try to remain conscious. The edges of my vision get hazy. I’m going to pass the fuck out from a blowjob.
I come to my senses moments later, sagging against the mattress with the purest form of pleasure coursing through me. The grin Sutton is wearing says it all. I would clap if my arms would cooperate. There was no end of the line when it came to my desire for her. I want to savor her. Explore every inch over hours, throughout the night. She licks her swollen lips and purrs.
Oh, it’s on now. I scoop under her arms and flip us so she’s tucked underneath me. Sutton blinks up at me. Her mouth forms an adorable circle.
I give her a cocky smirk. “Your turn.”
18
Sutton
Happy something #178: Two broken halves becoming a whole.
An unmistakable smoldering roars to life inside of me. There’s a thundering that won’t be silenced, not after this. My need for this man borders on desperate. The feeling clings to me as a second skin. I’ve always been ready for him. And he’s finally hovering above me with our bodies locked in place.
I drift my palms up Grady’s bulky arms, over those sculpted shoulders, and pause against his strong neck. “That was a smooth move, Gray.”
He ghosts his nose along mine. “Are you impressed?”
“Very.” My lower half rises to his on instinct.
“You’re so sexy, Sutt. The things I want to do are indecent.” There’s no disputing his words. His desire prods at me. “Tell me to stop.”
I toss my hair. “Never.”
He shudders out a breath. “I’ll never deserve you, but fighting us is no longer an option.”
“It never should have been in the first place,” I argue with a raspy exhale.
“Then to the gutter we both go.” Grady kisses me, so soft and gentle. How could he ever believe that his intentions are otherwise?
“So long as we’re together,” I murmur.
“Indeed.”
His lips meet the sensitive spot behind my ear and trace the column of my throat. He’s being so sweet and attentive. I couldn’t ask for better, especially for this. His dirty mouth was a delicious treat, though. Maybe I’ll get a taste of that later.
Grady lightly snaps the strap of my bra, silently encouraging me to lift. I bow into him without hesitation. He reaches under me and flicks the clasp open with deft fingers. Satin and lace hit the floor after a quick toss. Grady wastes no time exploring my bare breasts. I gasp when he plucks a peaked nipple.
“You’re stunning,” he groans into my cleavage.
