“It’s not… I don’t want to push you.”
“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?”
Alarm bells sound in my head, ruining everything my body is currently struggling with.
“Let me get a rag to clean you up,” I tell her, rolling off her toward the edge of the bed.
Hands grip my shoulders before I stand. “Hey,” she says, her lips hovering over my ear.
“Greer.”
She slinks off the bed, stepping between my thighs. She can see how hard I am, even in the dark. She can see just how much I loved tasting her.
She hits her knees, and my eyes widen.
I want to tell her to stop. I want to, but she’s on her knees…
Fuck.
She looks up at me, slowly working my cock out of my briefs.
Her hand over it feels like… I don’t think there are words. She strokes it a few times, and I can’t help the noises spilling out of me.
Controlled moans slip through gritted teeth until she slides her silky mouth down my shaft.
Falling back, I fist her hair, controlling some of her pace, as she’s determined to make me come as violently as I did her.
She gags on me over and over, which tells me she wants my come more than she wants air; the knowledge is intoxicating.
“Yes! Fucking gag on it.” My hands force her down further. Her throat constricts around the head as I slip past her defenses.
Her moan vibrates my cock, nearly making me spill down her throat.
I don’t want this to end because tomorrow will bring a new mood to the cabin. Greer feels things deeply, guilt included.
We’re going to take ten steps backward in the morning. If we don’t, this isn’t real.
She’s toying with me.
I refuse to be the mouse in her fucking game.
When she adds a hand behind her mouth, I forget everything.
The entire universe implodes around me in a burst of color as I come in her mouth, her fist still stroking me as I lift to watch her swallow every drop.
“Shit, poison!”
She licks my cock clean as I did her, lifting off her knees and looking down at me, still lying on the bed.
When she turns towards the bathroom, her hips swaying as she walks inside to get washed up, I realize that I have no control over what just happened.
Greer Allen is nothing as I expected, and I can’t get a read on what the fuck I’m going to do about it, either.
15
Greer
What have I done?
