I trace the tattoo that’s shaped like a circle with my index finger and can only guess that it’s something very personal by the way he stiffens. Quickly, I run my hand down his abs, trying to get him to relax and bring his attention back to me, to us.
He cracks his neck and slowly unfastens the leather, the imprint of his hard dick evident. Meeting his gaze, I see he’s still wearing his glasses. That, along with his muscles.Lord have mercy.
“Stop staring and take off your shirt, Princess.”
It takes me a moment to process his words. For some reason, I thought he was going to ravish me. Be more aggressive and assertive, but there’s something quiet building inside him, and the idea that his thread could snap at any second gives me a high like no other.
Lowering my hands to the hem of my sweater, I keep my gaze fixed on him and drag it over my head, feeling the wind hit me but never feeling cold because of the heat between us. My nipples harden through my white lace push-up bra, and I press my thighs together at the sensation.
Fuck, he mouths.
“I can’t reach the back clasp?—”
No sooner do the words leave my mouth than Grayson reaches the back of my bra and unclasps it with two fingers.
My eyes widen, and he smiles. “Older and more experienced.” He places a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
Fuck this.He’s taking too long. I hurriedly unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. My hand slides under his boxer briefs, and I finally, finally, get to touch him properly.
Grayson lets out a guttural moan. “Fuck, Emma.” He closes his eyes as I move my hand up and down his perfectly sized cock, then take the precum from his tip, spreading it around the head. My pussy clenches when his dick twitches. I take in every single sound and facial expression, satisfied with my effect on him. “That feels too good, and I don’t want to come like this.” Grayson removes my hand and pins the other above my head, kissing my body until he bites and licks me everywhere, paying close attention to each of my nipples. I throw my head back and moan loud enough to wake the dead.
“That’s right. Don’t hold back tonight. Let me hear you scream, Princess.”
I cry out when he bites my left nipple harder than before, and my thighs begin to shake. My core clenches, and a foreign feeling hits me. “Grayson,” I pant. He looks up at me, my other nipple still in his mouth, sucking it lightly, then rubbing his tongue around it slowly. His eyelids are only half open, his pupils fully dilated, gaze dripping with lust. My core clenches again just by looking at him, and I scream in pleasure and agony, confused as to why my body is reacting this strongly to him just playing with my breasts. I enjoyed it the last time he did it, but there was also friction between us that allowed me to come.
His teeth nibble on the bud, and my body trembles harder. “Grayson, shit, I think I’m going to come.”
His eyes become more alert, and he groans. “Do it. Fucking come for me.”
I can’t come, not just by him sucking and biting my nip—my body locks up as my orgasm hits me like a lightning strike. I’msilent before erupting with screams and moans. I’m shaking like I never have and feel like I’m on another planet.
In the background, I can hear Grayson talking. “Holy shit. Yes, baby, give it to me.”
I feel his tongue flicking over my nipples, dragging out my orgasm until I only feel the aftershocks. The tingling lasts for a long time as I see spots. Once I start to come down from the high, Grayson’s shocked voice echoes around me.
“Fuck, you were so damn loud, Emma. I finally got to hear you come properly, and it was the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.”
My mind is still too foggy to process what he’s said, so I just smile.
“Mflmh,” I mumble.
Grayson kisses me softly, letting out a low laugh. “Now, you’re going to come on my cock.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
GRAYSON
Emma’s big blue eyes widen as her breath steadies after the loudest orgasm I’ve ever heard. She’s a powerhouse during sex just as much as she is in life, and I’m really fucking happy I learned that here in the middle of nowhere instead of my house.
I may need to gag her there.
“What?” she whispers.
My dick twitches at the raspiness in her voice from how loud she screamed, and I look up at her, momentarily distracted by her messy golden hair fanned out, arms thrown above her head, and bare chest that exposes the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Emma is sex on legs with a huge heart and a brilliant mind to match, which both excites and fucking terrifies me.
I focus on her red nipples again. She came from me sucking on them, and although I knew that could happen, it never did with any of my other partners.
“Have you ever come from only nipple play?” I ask, looking for the condom in my back pocket and tossing it to the side where I can reach it.
