“Your hand is so hot,” I gasp before diving back in for another kiss. I need him to know justhowhot he is, but it’s hard to stay away from his mouth. “Like it’s on fire and burning my dick.” Only in a good way and not the “ow, my-dick-just-turned-to-ash way.” The flames lick at me, and I’m burning up with how much I want him.
“You like that?” Grady asks hoarsely, lips moving down my throat and sucking on my pulse point.Damn, that’s so good. He better not stop, or I might riot and say very unfriendly words.
“I want to crawl inside you like a bug.” Just live under his skin, bask in his warmth, and feel him from the inside. Burrow in and make my own little cave. Who wouldn’t want to crawl inside Grady?
Grady licks across my collarbone and then further, not responding. I try to find purchase on the door, wishing there were grooves to dig my fingers into while Grady destroys me with his hands and mouth. There’s no hope of maintaining any kind of poise when he drops to his knees and swallows me in one smooth move.
Holy Christ on a cracker.Squeezing my eyes shut, my head presses hard against the door, strangled sounds spewing out of my mouth, without any control.
“Yeah—that’s—fuck, that’s so good. Thattongue. I bet you’ve eaten so many lollipops. Those party-bag ones that are supposed to be shared, but you never share.”
Grady laughs around my dick, the vibrations going straight to the centre of me, where the lust sits deepest, and a shudder runs through me. I have no idea how I’m still standing, considering how weak my knees are right now.
A protest rips out of my throat when he pulls off. It dies a sudden death because he flips me over and opens my cheeks, a wet tongue immediately circling my hole.
Yes.Okay, I forgive him for stopping. This is good. This is great.
His tongue pushes in, fucking me. My fingers scratch over the wood, mouth open in a silent gasp. I can’t work out how words and sounds work, all I can focus on is how good it feels, and how I never want him to stop.
I want more. I want—I push back, rolling my hips. C’mon, Grady, get the picture.
He doesn’t get the picture, still massaging my cheeks and sliding his tongue in a pattern that’s driving me insane. In a goodway. Maybe? Good and bad. I just—I want— “Finger. Dick. Dick finger? Put something in me!” I burst out. Is that a big enough hint? It better be. I don’t even care what he puts in there at this point. If Grady wants to shove a lamp up there, I’m willing and ready. So long as it stops me from feeling thisemptyand needy.
Grady squeezes me with his strong hands and continues on his merry way, without giving any heed to my very not-subtle and totally obvious demands. Does he want it written on the walls? I would if I had any chalk. And could move. Wiggling my hips only makes Grady hold me tighter. Even less chance to get chalk. Do we evenhaveany chalk?
I can’t even get a hand between myself and the door so I can take hold of my dick and stroke. That might help ease some of the frustration.
Instead, all I’ve got is Grady licking andsuckingand driving me mad until my low groans are more like constant loud cries that are pouring out of my mouth like a running tap. Not to mention me begging formore, more, give me more, Grady, I want your dick, I need you to fuck me.Does he listen to me? No, he just keeps giving me more of that soul-sucking pleasure that has me scratching my nails on the door and all but humping it.
Between one heartbeat and the next, Grady’s back on his feet, and I’m whirled around, his lips hungrily finding mine. His tongue strokes mine. The same tongue he just had in my ass. Fuck, that’s filthy. And so unbelievably hot I think we’ve started a fire in the room. We don’t have a fireplace, but if someone told me we did right now, I’d believe them. Even before I ask them why they’re watching us have sex.
“You need to be quiet, baby,” Grady whispers. “Do I need to stuff something in your mouth?”
Heat unexpectedly dashes through me, like it’s trying to win a marathon. Is that—is that a thing? There are so many things about sex I need to Google.
“Like what?” Does Grady have something specific in mind? I assume he doesn’t mean his dick, but I’d also be okay with that.
Grady’s eyes go molten, and then he’s kissing me again, harder this time, like his control has snapped like a twig. A really small one, not a bunch of big ones. He strokes my cock, wrapping the other hand around my necklace, holding me where he wants me. I moan and arch into the touch. Both of them. All of it. Fuck, I love when he’s touching me.
It’s not as good as having Grady’s dick in my ass, but the obscene way he’s kissing me is a super-close second and an excellent consolation prize. Especially since I know the dick part is coming. I lift a knee, hooking it over Grady’s hip so I can rock against him and get closer to said dick.
“We’re gonna—” Our mouths meet before Grady can finish. “We’re gonna revisit that later.”
Sure. Good. Yes. What are we revisiting? I don’t remember. Doesn’t matter. If Grady wants it, I’m here for it. Whatever he wants is good by me. I know he’ll make it feel good.
When Grady reaches down to stroke over my wet hole, I lift my leg even higher, giving him room.Yes. Right th—Yes.Grady kisses down my throat, licking over my Adam’s apple, all the while stroking and teasing my entrance. And still not pushing in where I want him. He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be.
Finally,finally, he pushes a finger in. He’s slicked me up so well with his tongue that it slides in nice and easy, my relaxed muscles letting him in without any protest. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out too loudly and push my ass back, a demand for another one.
“More, Grady,” I whimper. “More. I need all of you.” I need everything, all the time, every day. I’m so addicted to him I don’t know how I can stand being away from him for even an hour, let alone all day. The only thing I can think of when I finish work is getting home to him. He’s my drug of choice.
“You have all of me.”
As much as I love that sentence so fucking much, we both know that’s not what I mean right now. I’m not looking for romantic platitudes; I need hisdick.“If I have to get specific—” He abruptly adds two more fingers, and I cut off with a loud groan. The burning stretch is so good I can’t think, or breathe, or do anything except roll my hips into it.
And then heremoves his fingers.What thefuck? My eyes shoot open in outrage. “I thought you said you didn’t need a manual? Do I need to stop and write you one?” Preferably on a laptop or computer; my handwriting isn’t always legible, and I don’t want there to be any confusion about my instructions.
Grady nips at my jaw and then tugs gently on my necklace, using it to coax me to the bed. I don’t need him to lead me there; wherever he goes, I go.
