I pulled his dick out of his boxer briefs, which fit his ass so right, then I crawled between his legs. Kneeling between them, I took all of his swollen manhood into my mouth. It was a stretch to fit all of him in—the corners of my mouth stung with pain as they stretched beyond capacity. He hissed as my wet mouth sucked him into my throat. His fingers found my scalp as I repeatedly brought his tip to kiss my tonsils and then sucked every inch of him to the tip where I kissed his head slowly.
“Gaaawddamn.” It was an ego boost to have such a dominant, hard man like Mythic succumb to me, to writhe under my touch because I was sucking the ego out of him.
My hand slid around his size as my mouth glided effortlessly up and down on his shaft. He had an intoxicating, addicting taste. He was far better than any drug but just as exhilarating as heroin running through my veins. He was my new high, which I never wanted to escape from, and I desperately hoped I would never have to.
My tongue slowly ran down his thick base, tasting him and the oozing drip of his stickily sweet pre-cum. The way he gnawed his bottom lip made delighted goosebumps prickle my skin. I wanted more of that, more of his reactions. I indulged in his taste, bobbing my head up and down, accepting him at the back of my throat.
His addicting dick constricted my breath. Saliva dripped down onto my fingers, which stroked him. I wanted to feel every vein, every single detail of him that I could barely wrap my fingers around. My tongue delicately teased his tip, slowly running over his slit and tasting that delicious ooze.
“Unt uh.”He grunted, tapping my shoulder. “I want to feel you.”
His penetrating eyes told me things he wanted to do that made me shudder.
I released him from my oral embrace and climbed on top of him. As I slid down his length, he took one of my breasts into his mouth, then the other.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as I rode him slowly, feeling his dick kiss my cervix.
His large hands gently followed the curves of my body. I bent down, resting my forehead on his and slowly rocked my hips.
“You feel so good, Mythic.”
We kissed again as we gently fucked, moaning into each other’s mouths with every slow stroke.
Mythic held my ass in his hands and helped me ride. I got faster and faster as more and more pleasure filled my body. I could feel a release about to come. He felt it too because he lifted me and started thrusting hard from below.
Before I could cum, he drove deep inside me and rolled over, flipping me onto my back. I shrieked in shock at the way he easily handled all of my weight and then moaned as he started fucking me hard. I screamed out as he held me down and thrust harder and harder, pumping his dick inside my warm, wet center.
I wanted to feel bad for sleeping with and enjoying another woman’s man, but no one had given a fuck about deceiving me, and I was over putting others above my own happiness. I just knew that eventually Mythic and I would have to have a talk about him having to end his relationship with Lelani if he wanted to continue things with me. But for now, I was going to enjoy the one thing that brought me peace and happiness, especially when everything else around me was crumbling.
I sat on the edge of the bed pouting as I watched Mythic get dressed. He was pulling on a fitted black shirt that hugged his muscles just right. Disappointment tugged at my heart with the thought of him leaving. When he left, I would have to face the chaos and heartache again.
“What’s with the pout?” He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at me with that trademark grin of his.
“I don’t want you to leave. These last two days have felt like I’ve been living in a bubble with you. Despite everything that’s happened, I’ve actually been content.”
He turned to face me fully, and I could see the warmth in his eyes, but there was also a flicker of something else. “I get it,” he said, nodding. “I feel the same way. I don’t want to leave this peace either…” Just then another glimmer of something deeper flashed in his eyes.
I watched him pull on his jeans, still feeling that nagging sense that something wasn’t quite right with him.
“Are you okay?” I asked, wrinkling my brows.
I could see the tension in his shoulders, even as he tried to keep it cool.
“I’m okay,” he replied, but there was an edge to his voice that made me doubt it. “Just worried about you. I hate to leave you, but I’ve been laid up with you for damn near two days. I got business to take care of.”
I nodded, but I knew that he was hiding something else. But, despite the reality that the other two closest people had completely deceived me without me knowing, I knew that whatever Mythic was hiding would never hurt me. So, instead of probing, I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.
“Here,” he said, handing them to me.
“What are these for?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I took them from him.
“It’s the condo you showed me on 21st and Indiana. You don’t have to be in a hotel. You can stay there instead,” he explained, his gaze steady on mine. “If you want to stay at the hotel, I’ll pay for it, but I’d prefer you at one of my spots.”
I felt a flutter in my chest at his offer. “I want to be wherever you want me to be,” I said, meeting his eyes with sincerity.
His smile widened, and for a moment, his tension seemed to ease. And even as uncertainty loomed over us, I felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way through this mess together.
MYTHIC GREY
