Gray gripped my thighs in his hands and levered me back so that I was lying on the worktop. He kissed up my legs, and I felt myself grow wet.
“I’m an extremely selfish being, Scott,” Gray reminded me.
“Mhm.”
He kissed along my thighs. I was completely naked under his shirt, and he smiled as he realised that fact. He spoke so close that I felt his mouth ghost against my pussy, and I shifted my hips, but he moved out of reach.
“I want you to myself,” Gray said firmly. “Do you understand me?”
I nodded again, and he cocked his head to the side.
“Use your words, Scott. You usually have plenty of them.”
“Yes. Yes, I understand. Please, Gray.”
I fucking hated the fact he knew how to get me to do anything he wanted.
Gray laughed, and I had the urge to get up and leave, but just as I pushed myself to sit up, his tongue flicked out at me, and I gasped.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
Short, sharp flicks of his tongue against my pussy, and my hands grasped his hair, pulling him closer.
“Nowhere,” I managed to rasp out.
I laid back on the counter, feet planted on the surface, and Gray’s head between my legs. He alternated between short bursts and long, broad strokes, and I couldn’t stay quiet, writhing in pleasure.
I felt him smile against me and wondered how I could ever have feelings for such a smug prick.
When Gray slid a finger into me, I let out a low groan and ground my hips.
“Gray.” It was a breathy whisper.
“Mmmm?” He hummed his response against my clit, pushing in another finger.
“Keep going,” I urged. My back arched off the counter, and I closed my eyes at the pleasure.
“You’re my favourite meal, Scott.”
Gray curved his fingers and hit the spot, forcing my toes to curl.
“Yes. Gray, yes!”
His fingers and tongue picked up speed, and I gripped his hair as my body tensed. Before long, I tightened around his fingers and my thighs closed around his head as my body trembled through the climax. I screamed his name, blood thundering through my ears as my body hit its high from my drug.
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
Everything happened so fast.
Gray pulled his fingers from me as I sat upright on the counter. Gray moved his body in front of mine, but I saw Matt standing in the kitchen, looking furious, and my stomach dropped, nausea hitting me.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?”
Matthew’s voice shook from the anger, and I tried to move Gray from in front of me, but he didn’t give an inch.
I’d given Matt back his keys for the mornings when he came to pick me up for work. He must have been the one messaging me this morning.
“Calm down, Holden,” Grayson told him.
