“Take me to your place,” I beg.
“Not tonight.” I pout, and he raises a finger. “Lift. Up. Your. Skirt.”
Looking around us one last time, I give in and do as he says. Grayson’s unique eyes track my deliberately slow movements as his hands clench into fists and he holds his breath.
And me? I’m trembling and don’t know how I’m still standing. This is all too much, and I’ve had to shut my mind off except for the part that keeps track of how long it’s been since I’ve felt this way. Terrified, excited, and turned on beyond all belief. Looking at Grayson and recalling what he said, I realize the kind of power I’m holding, and even though he’s telling me what to do, I’m the one in control.
My skirt reaches the top of my sheer tights, revealing my thin thong, and he steps closer, gazing at me with longing.
“Now what?”
“Touch yourself.”
Not second-guessing his request, I slide my hand under my tights. “Keep looking at me.” Nodding, I reach under my thong to my slit. A loud gasp escapes me when I reach my clit. Grayson grabs my hair again and places his forearm against the brick wall, keeping some sort of distance between us. It seems to be his way of controlling himself. “Put one finger in,” he whispers.
Doing as he says, I feel how wet my underwear is and slowlyinsert a finger inside myself, pretending it’s his. “Grayson, fuck,” I moan.
He moves his hand from the back of my head and cups my jaw. “Now, make yourself come for me.”
Jesus Christ.“Okay.” That won’t take very long, except I get distracted by a car passing by the corner.
“I’m covering you, don’t worry,” he says, reading my mind. “I just need to see you come, and I can’t be the one to do it right now.”
Grayson’s pupils are fully dilated, and he’s stiff until I resume my movements and insert a second finger inside myself, then let out a sigh. He imitates the sound a moment later against my lips.
Wrong.This is so, so wrong…which only makes it better.
“Tell me what you’re doing. Let me picture your fingers as me inside of you.”
I fist his shirt with my free hand. “Grayson, please. I need you.”
His body moves closer to mine, and I feel his hard dick against my stomach. “I’m right here. Don’t stop.”
Groaning, I throw my head back. “I added a second finger…”
He places a kiss on my neck. “How wet are you for me?”
“Soaked,” I say on a gasp, feeling myself growing closer as I clench around my fingers.
“You’re close,” he states. I nod. “I finally get to see you come.”
A loud whimper leaves me. “I’m rubbing my clit now.” Fuck, I need him closer. Grayson seems to understand when I tug on his shirt, and he presses his chest against mine, practically crushing me.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he says firmly. My eyes snap open, and his gleam with anticipation. The ecstasy filling my core and veins heightens. “That’s right, rub your clit and come for me, Emma.”
My body shakes, and I wrap my arm around his back, holding on for dear life.
“I’m coming.” Grayson places a hand over my mouth, muffling the loud moans pouring out of me as I vibrate from head to toe, my mind going completely hazy as I explode.
“The way you look when you fall apart…fuck,” he hisses. His hand leaves my mouth, and he kisses me, swallowing my suppressed screams with his tongue. We’re both shaking for completely different reasons, and as I start to come down from my high, I realize that this is the most intense orgasm I’ve ever given myself. I’ve never shaken this way, not by myself or with any of the men I’ve been with.
He pushes himself off the wall as my trembling subsides. He’s stiff, still holding on to his self-control, and I have no idea how he’s doing it. I would’ve broken in a second. Hell, I did.
“Take your hand out,” he demands. Hissing at the sensitivity near my clit, I drag my hand out of my tights, ready to wipe it on a tissue I have in my purse and use some sanitizer, when Grayson grabs my wrist. My eyes shoot up to his as he lifts my arm and presses my fingers against his lips. His tongue shoots out…a request. A sharp breath leaves me, and I tip my head, granting him permission. He takes the two that are the wettest and sucks them, closing his eyes and groaning.
My legs weaken again, and my eyes stay wide open.Thisis the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and the last thing I expected. He opens his eyes as he finishes licking them clean and rubs them against his lips once more before gently dropping my hand.
“And I finally got to taste you,” he whispers.
