My mouth salivates at the sight of her gorgeous pussy on display, already glistening for me. “Your mouth istelling me we don’t have time,” I tease, swiping my pointer finger through her, finding her soaked. “But your cunt is begging for my tongue, isn’t it?” I lean forward, placing a soft kiss on her upper thigh, moving inward to kiss just above where she needs me, and she whimpers as her leg threatens to give out on her.
“Grayson,” she whines, trying to arch, to get my mouth exactly where she needs me. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” I press a soft kiss to her pussy, bringing my hands up to spread her lips. With my thumb, I press down on her clit, massaging slow, firm circles, and she groans, her hips already following my touch, begging for me.
“You know what I want,” she says, half laughing, half drunk on my touch.
“Yeah, but I’d like to hear you say it. Otherwise, I might pull your panties up and let your dress fall, and you can spend the next three hours trying to focus, pretending that your pussy isn’t craving me.” A small part of me would love to see her sitting in a room full of people, legs crossed, begging for that friction that only I can give her. But the bigger part of me, the one that would do anything to please this girl, is begging to see her stand in a room full of rich fucks, knowing that my mouth was just on her, and that her panties are wet because I made her come.
“Lick me, baby. Lick my cunt. Make me come so hard I forget my own name.”
I practically growl at her words, and I don’t need any more encouragement. I move in, my tongue darting out to sweep a firm line up her pussy to her clit. She groans and widens her stance, digging the point of her heel into my back as her leg flexes.
This isn’t my gentle, usual way with her, this version of me is just as turned on as she is. I’m feral, needy, desperate to make her come, hoping that it’ll relieve some of her anxiety about tonight along with my own.
Holly rakes one of her hands through my hair, pulling me to her, and grinds her pussy against my face.
“That’s right, baby,” I grunt, encouraging her. “Ride my face, soak me. I want to be able to taste you all night long.”
She pants, her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as she pushes harder, rocking her hips up and down my face. We’re sloppy, a mess of limbs and hands and it’s the hottest thing I have ever experienced. I slide a hand up her thigh, and when I part her to shove two fingers in, she’s already crying out, screaming through her orgasm, and she clenches around me, doing her best to fuck my face.
I don’t stop, won’t stop, until her body goes limp, until her leg slides off my shoulder and she pulls my hands out of her. But I still stay on my knees, taking my time to clean up my mess, and when I lean back, swiping a thumb out to clean my face, I look up to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Her chest is still rising in heavy breaths, her face now flushed a beautiful pink, shoulders slumped and relaxed. One strap of her silky dress is sliding off her shoulder. When I rise to stand, she flings her arms around my neck and crashes our mouths together. Her tongue slides into my mouth, and I know she can taste herself on me. I know shelikesto taste herself on me, and something about that nearly kills me. It’s like we’re an extension of one another. I take it from her and she gives it back.
She pulls back, and I rest my forehead against hers for a moment, before I lean down and help her back into her underwear. I smooth out her dress down her hips, making sure it’s not wrinkled or stained, and I slip my finger under the loose strap, bringing it back up to rest on her shoulder. I grab her by the hand, and with silent adoration, she watches as I spin her around, soaking her in from every angle.
During her final spin, I notice a pink box on the counter behind her. She catches my gaze, and she steps tothe side, a playful smile crossing her face. “Open it,” she says, gesturing to the box.
I take a step forward, reaching a hand out to grasp the container. I slide a finger under the cardboard flap, breaking the sticker seal, and when I flip the lid open to find a series of bite-sized cheesecakes, Bananas Foster bite-sized cheesecakes, to be specific, I find myself getting a little choked up.
“There’s this bakery down the street I’ve noticed for years. The other day they put a sign out front advertising custom desserts. After you told me about your high school obsession with Bananas Foster cheesecake, I had to stop in and ask.” She reaches into the box, pulling one from the wax paper and holding it out to me with one of her delicate hands cradling underneath. “It’s incredible.” She offers it to me, and I open my mouth, taking half of the cheesecake with one bite. The flavors are just as good as I remember, and I moan, my tongue darting out to lick the corner of my mouth.
She takes a small bite from the side before offering the rest to me. I eat it from her outstretched hand, and with my grip on her wrist, I kiss her palm, her wrist, her forearm, before pulling her to me and kissing her lips.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” My voice isn’t as steady as I’d like it to be. It’s a simple gesture, some would say. It’s justcheesecake. But that comment, that conversation was so casual in nature, I never expected her to remember it. She's been so stressed out lately, anxiety at an all-time high with work, so the fact that she would want to do something kind formeon a night that is supposed to be about her has my throat tingling. “I like you, you know that, right?”
She smiles up at me, eyes gleaming, and she rests a hand on my shoulder, pressing forward for another kiss. “I like you, too.”
We don’t say anything as we leave her apartment, and I don’t let go of her hand. Not while we take the elevator to the lobby, not while we stroll across the parking lot and I open the door to my truck. She holds onto my hand as she hops in, and even when I go to shut the door, she keeps her grip on me.
I look over at her, and I swear I see the same thoughts rolling through my head reflected on her face. I almost say the words, almost say that telling her I like her is foolish when I've fallen so far in love with her that I can’t remember where I end and she begins. It’s like she was always in my life or a part of my life. She has me believing in fate, and that maybe the terrible experiences she went through were all meant to happen, because it brought her to me.
“What’s that look for?” she finally asks, slight hesitation lacing her words. I kiss the back of the hand that I’ve been holding before gently placing it in her lap. Making sure the hem of her dress isn’t going to get caught in the door, I carefully shut it and walk around the back of the truck toward the driver’s side.
She watches as I climb in, as I start the engine and adjust my mirror. When I reach for my seatbelt, I pause, looking over at her, the evening sun shining through her silky hair, much like the fluorescent lights did the first moment I ever laid eyes on her.
I close the distance between us, placing a firm kiss on her lips. “Just thinking about how much I like you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Holly
The fundraiser is exactly how I imagined it would be. The event is being held at Carnegie Art Gallery, a swanky museum deep in the heart of the city. The space has been transformed into a place of elegance. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, soft jazz flows through the speakers, and the stage is set up for a live band, one that will likely perform after the so-called business part of the event is over.
A bar is set up in the corner with the hospital's emblem adorned on the black curtain that hangs down behind it. I pause in the doorway, unsure of where or how I want to enter. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, and I can feel my body leaning back on my heels; my feet begging to twist and stay in the hallway for just another few minutes.
The speech I have planned tonight is written neatly on a stack of notecards that are burning a hole in my clutch.I’ve spent several sleepless nights wanting to perfect it, thinking that maybe I can do some justice for Harry if the money donated tonight goes to the right place.
