I could make out the erection through his dress slacks. It looked way bigger than anything that was in the book Grenadine had showed me.
“I can smell you from here.”
He crouched down, grabbed the front of my blouse, and lifted me up so my feet dangled.
I kicked them, trying to find purchase. My hands flailed out, pressing against the muscled chest.
“Put me down.” My voice shook with anticipation and apprehension.
Grayson set me down but still had a hold of my blouse.
His eyes flicked from my eyes to my mouth to my chest, where my nipples were visible through the thin fabric of the cheap shirt. He hooked his fingers in the neckline. Two of thebuttons were already undone, and when he jerked his hand down, buttons pinged off of his chest.
“I thought you had a flight.” Swallowing hard, I reached out to slowly trail my fingers along the ridges of muscle, over the swell of his pecs down the washboard abs and lower.
He grabbed my hand, twisting it behind me, making me arch against him. He stopped a hairsbreadth away from me, and his lips barely brushed my cheek.
“This is your last chance to leave.”
I might have been able to make better choices if he hadn’t been shirtless.
Instead I held eye contact with him as I reached up to slowly unhook my bra and let it slide off my bare arms. Then I crooked my finger.
“I think we should try something new tonight. You do a good job, and I’ll give you a sticker.”
“You—” He leaned in to kiss my hungry mouth hard. His tongue claimed me as his hands ran over my curves, cupping my ass, sliding up my body to my breasts.
His mouth was on my breast, sucking the nipple, making me moan.
It’s happening!
His fingers pushed under my panties, and I bucked against his hand.
I tangled my fingers through his hair. “I need you,” I gasped out. “Take me!”
That sounded like what you were supposed to say in this situation, right?
He pulled back to stare at me, eyes dark. His hands settled on his belt buckle.
I gasped. “Are you going to make love to me?”
“No, sweetheart,” he said as the leather slithered out of the belt loops. “I’m going to fuck you.”
The belt hit the floor with a thud.
I took a step backward, then he was on me.
He grabbed me by the hair and threw me face down on the bed.
I felt a rush of wet heat between my legs. My panties had been drenched all day; I had been ready for him this morning.
One large hand was between my legs, spreading them, tugging at the soaked panties. He pulled them down to my knees and over my ankles. Then his hand was back between my legs.
I arched back against him, gasping in pleasure.
“You want my cock, don’t you,” Grayson said roughly.
“Yes,” I mewled.
