“Three twenty-two,” he rattles off without looking at a watch.
“That’s oddly specific.” I turn back to Gunnar. “However, that is not, in fact, forever.” I cross my arms under my breasts, and it lifts them. Gunnar’s eyes darken. “Have you slept at all?”
“No, that animal was in your room, stinking it up,” he growls and hits the punching bag again.
I click my tongue at him. “Big boys share, Kitten.” I wink and saunter out of the room, trailing my fingers across Grim’s chest as I do. “I’m taking a shower,” I announce loudly, as I walk down the hallway back to my bedroom.
Calix is still sleeping soundly, curled over on his side. A girl could get used to waking up to them being here with me—not the pissy-ness from Gunnar, although I do kind of like that, too. I like not being alone and ignored. I’m excited to get out of the shower and find out what Grim and Gunnar learned last night, even more so to see what today might bring.
As I step under the spray, the door pushes open slowly. “Damiana?” Grim calls softly.
“Hmm?” I lean my head back and let the hot water seep into my long hair.
“May I enter?” he asks just as softly.
“Yes. Why are you whispering?” I whisper back to him. The door closes with a soft click, and Grim materializes in front of me, naked.
“Whoa.” I jump back and my foot slides against the tile. I reach out to stop myself from falling on my ass, and Grim grabs a hold of me, pulling me into his chest. His hard dick pokes into my tummy.
“Dude,” I say in warning, “I’m not used to having someone pop up in the shower with me.”
“I asked if I could come in.” Grim looks down at me, clearly confused.
“I thought you meant the bathroom, I didn’t… never mind.” I shake my head, giving up on the explanation.
I glance down at the persistent nudge of the tip of his dick, then back up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Giving you a hard time, is it?” I try to keep a straight face at my pun.
It flies right over Grim’s head, which makes me want to really laugh. “Stars, every time I see you or even think about you, it’s throbbing for attention.” Grim shakes his head, exasperated.
I can’t hold in the laughter, it erupts from my closed lips and splutters across his chest. Reining it in quickly, I try for a sympathetic look. “Want to fuck around? Might as well put it to good use, am I right?” I lift my arms in a ‘what can you do’ gesture.
“Yes, please,” Grim murmurs with relief.
I run my palm up Grim’s thigh. “Now I know why you were whispering,” I say quietly, letting my breath fan over his chest and my wet body slide against his.
He nods and swallows. I place a soft kiss against Grim’s upper chest. He smells good, something altogether his own. My mouth dampens as I lick the beads of water off his skin. Grim lets out a breathy huff, and I grin. I continue to work my lips and mouth lower and lower, until I’m bending at the waist and letting my tongue slide up the matching lines that angle down to his groin.
Grim grabs my hair in a fist. He might be new to this, but his instincts work mighty fine. I lower myself to my knees and spread my legs a little, dropping my ass down to my calves. The tile is hard on my knees and shins, but worth every second as I watch his thighs tremble before I even touch him.
I blow a breath across him and his hips jerk in response. Wrapping my fist over him from the top, I lift his cock to point up, then flatten my tongue and lick him from his balls up to his tip, releasing each finger so he can feel my tongue on every inch. I linger on the underside of the tip, moving the end of my tongue up and down to bounce against him.
His fist tightens and he pushes forward, eager to be in my mouth. I lick a circle around the head. “Hey, Loverboy?” Grim’s eyes drop to mine, wild. The fire is already burning across his gray irises. “Am I the only one who’s ever tasted you?” I give him a long lick.
Grim lifts his head in a jerky nod. “Take me in, please.” His eyes lower as he bites his bottom lip.
I already had every intention of doing just that, but since he asked so nicely, I’ll make sure he’s seeing stars before I’m done. Grim widens his legs and leans back ever so slightly as soon as I close my lips around him. Knowing he seems to love sustained pleasure, I hum deeply before doing anything else, just keeping him between my lips.
Grim groans, and I smile around him, then get to work. I relax my lips and mouth, making sure I can take him deeply, and tighten around him as I pull back. I deliver alternating pressure irregularly, so he doesn’t get too used to anything. I listen to his every breath, his every groan, to gauge what takes him close to the end, then bring him right back.
After several long minutes, I increase the pressure and cup his balls gently. Grim bends his knees, and his thighs really start to shake. I know he’s close, so this time I don’t stop. I work my mouth over him harder until his hips jerk forward and he spills down the back of my throat. I don’t swallow often, but for him, I will—any damn time.
I release him while he’s still hard and wipe the edge of my mouth. Grim is staring down at me with his lips parted and a look of awe on his face.
I peer up at him a little shyly. I know I’m good, but that look on his face just cemented it. He said I was going to crave him; well, he’s right, but he’ll yearn for me, too.
Grim lowers his palm, offering to help me stand. I accept his hand and climb to my feet. “Feeling better?” I tease him a little.
Grim nods his head, answering wordlessly, while he continues staring at my mouth. Lifting his hand up, he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. I nip the tip, and he drags in a deep breath. “I’m going to fill you up. I’m already inside you,” he mutters, while still tracing my lips as if he’s mesmerized by the sight.
