So much for putting distance between us, that flew out of the window the second he stepped into my room. It was a stupid thing for my mind to suggest anyway.
I groan into his mouth when his hand crawls down my back and grips my ass, jolting me toward him more.
“Jump.” He commands, breaking the kiss.
I don’t think twice before I do as he says, jumping into his arms, I wrap my legs around his waist and snake my arms around his shoulders. His hands grip around my thighs, holding me up as he leans down and connects our lips once again.
When I’d mentioned before about how kissing Greyson was one of my favorite things to do, I lied. Itismy favorite thing to do.
Every time I kiss him it’s like I’m experiencing kissing for the first time again. There’s a rush of excitement, a flutter of butterflies in my chest that makes my heart race. And the way he kisses me—gentle, yet almost demanding—sends shivers down my spine.
My hips grind against him and a low groan escapes him as he grips my ass tighter, no doubt leaving marks. But I didn’t care, I wanted him to claim me as his—any way he wanted.
My hands roam beneath his shirt, my nails scraping against his soft skin. Oh fuck, he’s so defined, it’s ridiculous, really…how can he be this fucking hot and not expect me to catch feelings for him?
I break away from the kiss, needing to get some oxygen into my lungs, and fast. Our breaths are heavy, our chests rising and falling at the same pace. His eyes lock onto mine, and I could see the lust pouring out of them, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he can’t see the exact same thing in mine.
I shimmy, letting him know to put me down. He looks reluctant, but sets me down onto my feet, making sure I’m steady while my hand reaches out, gripping the hem of his shirt and dragging it up his body.
Grinning, he looks down at me and aids me in taking it off and throws it across the room. Mother of all things holy. This boy is a fucking masterpiece.
We don’t speak, but we don’t need to. Our eyes are speaking for us.
My fingers reach out, running along the band of his sweats. “I want to suck your cock.” I confess.
His breath hitches.
“Can I do that, Greyson? Can I suck yourcock?”
“Please.” It comes out in a short, rasped breath.
Pulling his Sweats and boxers down, I sink to my knees and gulp once I come face to face with his cock. I’ve touched it before—not fully…but fuck. Nothing compares to what I’m currently looking at.
I didn’t realize howbigandthickhe actually was.
Taking a breath, my hand reaches out and encloses around him. Pumping his cock a few times, my eyes dart up to his—those gorgeous blue irises of his are large, needy, and so fucking desperate.
“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” I say.
“The only thing uncomfortable about this is how fucking hard I am.” He grumbles.
My lips tilt as I stroke from base to tip. Squeezing, his hips jerk forward and the sexiest groan escapes his lips.
And I want his cum coating my chest like a pearl necklace.
Reaching down, I pull my own shirt over my head, leaving me bare chested. I watch as his eyes dart to my hardened nipples, and he licks his lips, his eyes glazing over with more lust.
Bringing my hand up, I glide it over my chest, my fingers grazing over my nipples. I don’t have a fucking clue where all this confidence is coming from, but the look on his face is fucking worth it
“I want you to come on my tits,” I say, my eyes locking onto his. “Can you do that for me, Greyson?” My fingers twist at my swollen nipple, making me gasp out a moan. “Can you come on my tits?”
“Y-yes,” he chokes out, clearing his throat. “Please, Lilly.”
Licking my lips, I inch forward and lick his cock from base to tip. The saltiness of his pre-cum coats mylips, and I groan.
“Hmm,” bringing a thumb to my lip, I swipe as I pump his cock with my other hand. “You tastesogood.”
Chapter 43
