I look around. His bedroom is also cozier than I expected. He’s got a little painting above his bed that snags my eye, a Louisville cityscape done in bright blues, purples, and oranges with a little autograph in the corner.
“Where’d you get that?” I nod at the picture, and he looks up from where he’s started dotting kisses along my collarbone.
A touch of pink colors his cheekbones. “My, uh, ex painted it. I really like it so I kept it.”
“Ah.” If he’s worried about me being jealous, that’s not really my style. Though now I’ve interrupted us and introduced a little snag in the fabric of our intimacy, so I feel the need to say something. “I like it too.”
He smiles and continues his path down my chest, pulling aside my shirt so he can kiss the tops of my breasts. “I’ve been thinking about these since you sent that damn picture.”
“Yeah?” I nudge him off me. He’s acting like he might be in control, but I’ve really enjoyed bossing him around. I like teasing him. “Roll to your back.”
He complies, but not without a raised brow. I shift up to stand in front of him, and he puts his hands behind his head, watching me like he’s settling in for a show. His teeth snag on his bottom lip.
My movements slow a little. Despite all my bluster about my confidence, there’s a tiny part of me that doesn’t feel like I’m good enough. I’ve changed, but not without scars. I have some stretch marks decorating my thighs. My breasts are perky with the support of my bra, but not so much without it. I’m toned in some places, yes, but soft and loose in others. I have this fleeting feeling I shouldn’t make myself vulnerable here.
I shake that notion off.
“Can we play around with me taking the lead some more?” I toy with the hem of my shirt.
“Looks like we already are.” He quirks his eyebrow again.
“Tell me again if you aren’t okay.”
He props himself up on his elbows. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s fucking killing me that I haven’t gotten off in over two weeks.” He squirms on the bed as though punctuating his point. A rush of arousal floods my body. “But I’m more into it than I thought I would be. Denying myself.”
“You’re being so good.” I touch the button on my jeans. “You deserve a treat for listening.”
I unbutton my jeans slowly, making a show of peeling them off my body while he watches. Then I slide my shirt up and over my head. I’m standing in a lacy, black underwear set that cost more than a fancy dinner, but it’s worth it to see the way he rakes his hand down his face, followed by a softly exhaled, “Fuck.”
I saunter toward him. When my legs are almost touching his where they hang off his bed, I reach behind me to unhook my bra, and lean forward to shimmy out of it. I put one thigh on either side of his, almost touching him but not quite. His mouth drops open.
I take another mental picture of this, of Grant at my mercy. Because this is my favorite thing now.
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“You can’t touch me yet,” Kendall says.
She’s straddling me but not putting her hands on me. Her tits are in my face and she’s pushing them together, and my vision wavers. I might actually pass out here.
When she lets her pink nipple graze my mouth and then pulls it out of reach, I let out a whiny sound I don’t think I’ve ever made in my life. “Fuuuck off. I don’t know if I can do this.” My fingers grip the comforter.
She sits up a little. “Wait, really?”
“No, I’m okay.” I’m breathing heavily. “Keep going.”
“Put your hands behind your head again,” she says.
I comply. I’m holding my breath, waiting for her next instruction.
Instead, she reaches for the button of my jeans. She grazes my erection when she pulls the zipper down, and I suck in another breath. She moves slowly. I’m not being dramatic when I say I might die from anticipation.
She tugs off my jeans, then my boxers. My cock springs up. She leans forward again, dragging her whole body down mine, and I shudder. She kneels on the floor and kisses a path up onethigh, then the other. I’m fisting the comforter so hard I might tear it.
The first stripe she licks up my shaft rips a groan from my throat. Jesus, this woman.
“Please,” I say. “Please, Kendall, I can’t take this anymore.”
