I look up at him, then back down, and on instinct, I reach out, wrapping my hand gently around his cock. Graham hisses in a short breath, and I freeze, glancing to him in question.
He huffs out a breath. “Lesson number two, Trouble? Men like their dicks played with. There’s nothing you could do right now that would make this anything short of heaven.”
With a boost of confidence, I take the time to simply move my hand up and down his shaft, my hand barely fitting all the way around him. I explore the length of him, the tip, taking note of when Graham hisses or tenses up. It’s almost more exploratory than it is erotic, although it’s definitely turning me on.
“Open your mouth, baby,” Graham says, reaching down cup my face.
I do as he says, flicking my gaze up to his. Graham reaches down to cover my hand and gently guides the tip of his cock into my mouth. I take as much of him as I can, my lips stretching over the size of him, my eyes watering as he fills my mouth.
Graham’s hand moves from my cheek to the back of my head, taking a fistful of my hair and squeezing. “Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, his expression almost pained. “You look so fucking perfect on your knees for me, Delilah,” he praises. “So fucking pretty.”
I whimper in response, and it has his fist tightening in my hair.
“Move back and forth, sweetheart,” he instructs, gently guiding my head forward and back, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. With each thrust, he goes a bit deeper, deeper than I ever thought something could truly enter my mouth—and I find myself gagging quietly, tears springing to my eyes, but I push through it, moaning softly, finding myselfturned onby the difficulty of it.
“Tap my leg if you want out,” Graham says, his voice husky, low.
I moan in response, shaking my head slightly, forcing myself to take him deeper.
“Fuuuuck,” Graham mutters, throwing his head back.
I move my hand to the part of his shaft I can’t fit in my mouth, pumping, Graham’s groans filling my ears and spurring me on. And through the haze, one thought rises above the rest: I’m making him feelgood. Just like he did for me.
And that’s a kind of pleasure I could spend the rest of my life chasing.
I pick up speed, taking cues from Graham as I go, moaning around his cock as he grips my hair in his fists.
“Dee, I’m gonna come,” he mutters, sounding more out of control than I’ve ever heard him.
He’s always seemed so put together, so casual, so nonchalant. And I love more than anything that he’s falling apart because ofme.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth or not?” he grits out, eyes closed.
And suddenly it hits me. In my … mouth?
Just then, Graham moans, stilling and forcing me to still with him as he comes …into my mouth. I gasp, pulling back, and gasp again as the remainder of his climax hits me square in the face. I yelp, eyes closed, breathing hard.
I hear shuffling, then feel slight pressure as Graham gently wipes my eyes, urging me to open them. I look into his satisfied yet definitely amused face as he kneels on the ground before me, grinning. “Sorry, Trouble,” he says through a chuckle.
I let out a giggle. In hindsight, it seems like an obvious conclusion, but I’d truly never thought about what happens at the end of a blowjob.
Graham cups my face gently, that smirk still there. “Most girls just swallow, but I kinda like the look of you with my cum all over your face.”
I roll my eyes, and Graham stands, pulling me with him. He presses a kiss to the top of my head before saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Chapter thirteen
Graham
The mess hall at Thatcher Ranch is booming today. I try to knock as much mud off my boots as I can before entering, but with this many cowboys, it’s kind of a losing game.
I get in line at the front of the large room, grabbing a plate and peering over shoulders to see what’s on the menu for today. Looks like chili as the main with various vegetable sides. And, as luck would have it, I see a platter of cupcakes at the end of the table as well.
I fill my plate and then scan the crowd. I zero in on Harrison and a few other guys at a table in the corner, and I head over. The guys briefly pause their conversation to greet me before diving back in, and I simply dig into my food.
“I don’t know if it’s serious, but we’ve been hanging out regularly,” Harrison says, and I can guess he’s talking about the receptionist at the auto shop. He has been seeing her pretty often. While she hasn’t stayed at our place yet, he’s definitelyspent a few nights at hers. What was her name again? Caitlin, I think.
“Well, good luck,” Theo says from across the table. “Personally, I’m glad to be done with the whole dating phase.”
