As I fumble with my keys, my heart pounds, the weight of his body against my back. This isGraham.This is a chapter from my past that I never expected to revisit, but as desire buzzes through my veins, it becomes abundantly clear that’s exactly what’s about to happen and, fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on.
Once the door is unlocked, we can’t seem to get to each other fast enough. My back slams into the wall in my entryway, a wooden sign falling to the ground, as his lips utterlydevourmine, greedy hands roaming all over my body. Graham kisses me like he’s not just hungry, butstarvingand,my god,do I feel just as famished. My head swims, skin buzzing with the potent concoction of bottom-shelf tequila and Graham Astor’s body pressing me into the wall.
It’s nostalgic in the very best way.
“Take these fucking things off,” he growls, tugging on my overalls.
I don’t think I’ve ever moved as fast, fingers working open the strap before shoving the denim down until it pools around my ankles. My mouth waters as I watch Graham rip the hoodie over his head and toss it on the ground, revealing a whole lot more ink than I thought he had. “Holy shit,” I say as my thighs clench. “When did you get all that?”
“This past year.” Nodding his chin in my direction, he says, “Lose the shirt, Sunny.”
Sunny.
A shiver rolls down my spine, sending pooling heat to my core. The silly childhood nickname he gave me years and years ago because of my love for sunflowers has never sounded so good. Tugging the small white tee over my head, I let it slip from my fingers onto the floor as his hungry gaze rakes over my nearly naked body. Standing before Graham—my best friend’s brother, my childhood crush turned first love, and the boy who saved me in high school—in nothing more than a pair of black cotton panties, I know I look good. And as he groans, palming his thick bulge, I don’t have to wonder if he likes what he sees. My pussy aches, watching his hand slowly stroke himself over his pants. I forgot how big Graham is, andgoddamn, I’m going to feel him tomorrow after he’s gone.
Heated gaze on mine, he closes the distance and dips his head, closing his lips around my nipple. His tongue flicks against it before grazing his teeth over the hard, sensitive bud. I breathe out a soft moan, hand coming to the back of his head, and fingers sinking into the messy brown hair. Tugging on my piercing and making me gasp, Graham peers up at me, a sexy smirk curving his lips before his hands come to the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, my mouth colliding with his as he carries me through the house. We don’t make it far as he sets me down on the edge of my dining room table. Leaning back, I press my palms flat against the coolsurface behind me as I drink in the sight of him. Graham has always been hot in my eyes, but high school him hasnothingon the man standing between my legs right now.
Graham isn’t carved from stone. He’s real and all man. Sexy black and gray ink covers tan, corded arms, bleeding into broad shoulders and down to a strong chest that has a dusting of hair and a hint of softness, making him all the more irresistible. He’s not the boy I grew up with, but instead, a man. Adad. And fatherhood has done his body good.
Pushing my thighs open wider, Graham’s touch is electric against my flesh, and a bolt of heat races down my spine, settling deep in my core as he hooks a finger under my panties and pulls them to the side. He flicks his gaze up to mine, and the desire pouring out of his dark green eyes is staggering. “This is fucking hot,” he rasps, running a featherlight touch over the curved barbell sitting at the edge of my pubic mound.
“Isn’t it?” I purr, my words morphing into a breathy moan as he drags the pad of his finger over my clit and through my lips.
“Already so wet for me, Sunny.” His smirk is dripping with sex, and it has my walls clenching. Sinking his middle finger inside me, he lets out a throaty groan. “And so fucking tight. You need me to stretch this tight little pussy with my cock?”
Nodding, I whimper as he adds a second finger, working them into me slowly and methodically. With his other hand, Graham shoves down his pants, cock springing free.
“Jesus Christ,” I curse under my breath, lifting my gaze to his as arousal floods my system.
His chuckle is rumbly and dark, doing nothing to tamp down the flame burning inside of me. “You want my cock in your tight little cunt, Sunny?”
Not having to think about it, I nod eagerly, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth. “Please, Graham,” I beg, hips rocking of their own accord against his hand.
He tucks his chin, eyes on me, letting spit fall from his mouth onto his dick. Once it’s slick with saliva, he then removes his fingers from my pussy and lines himself up, but not before sucking his fingers clean. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he rasps. Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, his grip tight, he slips only the tip inside. A whimper falls from my lips, desperately needing more, but he continues teasing me with slow, shallow strokes that aren’t nearly enough, for what feels like an eternity beforefinallysinking all the way in. Both of us watch his cock disappear inside of me, my eyes widening as my body stretches to accommodate his thick girth.
A growl rips from his throat when he pulls out and thrusts back in, harder this time. Any restraint he seemed to have a moment ago is gone as what can only be described as primal need takes over. The blunt edges of his nails bite into the back of my neck while he takes my hip in a bruising hold. Blanketing my body with his, Graham drops his forehead to mine, teeth bared, as he fucks me ferociously. My eyes roll to the back of my head, pleasure shooting to every corner of my body.
He’s so big.
So fucking thick.
“Eyes on me,” he growls the second my eyelids flutter closed. His breath is hot against my mouth, gaze wild and intense, and he never slows down. The table shakes and creaks, and I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if it buckled under the weight of us and the force in which he’s pounding into me. The top of Graham’s thighs will, no doubt, have bruises in the morning. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. So wet, and warm, and so fucking snug. I could live in this cunt, feeling you clench around me.Goddamn,Sunny, I’ve missed you.”
Hearing those last three words makes my heart thrash against my chest. Sliding my hand between us, my fingers rub my clit with fast, firm circles. “Graham, oh god,” I gasp, chestheaving with rapid breaths as my other hand curls over the edge of the table. A spark ignites deep in my core, heat building into a tumultuous inferno that ricochets through every nerve until my mind becomes hazy, and I can’t think of anything other than the pulsing ache between my thighs and the salacious way Graham’s cock fills me so completely.
“Let go for me, Sunny. Drench this fucking cock.” His voice is rough, jaw tight, and I know he’s getting close too.
It starts slowly, building higher and higher, a sweet, wanton crescendo sending ripples of pleasure through my veins. My skin tingles, every inch of me weightless, like I’m floating. Graham kisses me again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, and as I taste his need, his raw desire, I come undone. My thighs quake, tightening around his waist, as I give myself completely to him, and to this feeling. Eyes slammed shut, I cry out, Graham swallowing my moans. He continues to kiss me, even when his movements become jerky and his body tenses, and as his jaw goes slack, a guttural groan tearing from deep within his chest, he stills, cock pulsing as he spills inside of me.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I bury my face in the crook of his neck as we steady our breathing. Graham lifts me off the table and walks across the house to my bedroom, dropping us both down on the bed. There isn’t an inch of space between us, limbs intertwining underneath the covers as exhaustion catches up to me. Lying here with him feels so natural, and as his breathing evens out, the steady beating of his heart soothes me like a lullaby until holding my eyes open becomes impossible.
The obnoxious roaringfrom my neighbor’s lawn mower cuts through my foggy dream of sunflower fields, ice-cold lemonade, and long summer days that faded into warm nights. Memories I haven’t thought about in years. As soon as I peel my eyes open, blinking against the bright morning light, reality crashes into me. Chancing a look over my shoulder and praying like hell I’m wrong, I curse under my breath as I take in the very naked man in my bed—a man who should very muchnotbe here. Thankfully, still asleep, Graham is lying flat on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow. He looks so peaceful.
Fuck!
What the hell was I thinking?
What should I do? Wake him up? Kick him out?
