He grunts as my hand slides past the waistband of his boxers and grips his cock. “Fuck.” Hissing, hejerks his hips forward.
Slowly sinking to my knees, I keep eye contact with him as I pull his slacks and boxers down until they pool at his ankles.
Leaning on the heels of my feet, I lick my lips and divert my attention down to his cock to see the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Leaning forward, my tongue darts out and I get my first taste of the salty substance. Mumbling incoherent things under his breath, his fingers rake through my hair as his hips jerk forward.
Wasting not a second longer, I push forward and wrap my lips around the crown of his cock, sucking hard while my tongue swirls across his tip.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I see he’s leant over, one hand keeping him balanced on the wall, while the other grips my hair, his eyes piercing into me.
And very slowly, with my eyes still locked to his, I take his cock whole.
I start gagging once I feel his tip brush against the back of my throat, and I have to mentally tell myself not to pull away.
Opening my throat up to him more, it allows his cock to reach further down my throat than he ever has done before. My nails dig into his thighs as my nose brushes against his pelvis.
Holy fuck.
Then I pull back, releasing his cock with a gasp. But it’s not out of my mouth for long before I’m closing my lips around it again.
“Baby,” he groans, tightening his grip on my hair. “If you carry on sucking my cock like that, I’m gonna come…I can’t.”
Then come. That’s what I want to say, but I can’t exactly speak with a mouthful of cock. So, I do what any sane woman would, I suck harder.
I gag, I choke, and my eyes glisten with tears. And the sounds coming out of Greyson’s mouth right now, it’s like music to my fucking ears. I love that I’m the reason behind those gargled grunts, hissed out sighs, and mumbled curses.
Feeling his cock swell in my mouth, I gulp as he starts thrusting his hips faster. Stilling my movements, I allow him to fuck my mouth the way he wants.
And oh lord does he fuck my mouth.
I’m gagging, clawing at his thighs, and my eyes are streaming with tears. But I'm loving every second of it. He’s going relentless, at a speed that would get him pulled over if he were driving down the highway. Okay, maybe that’s a little excessive, but it’s close to the truth.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, pulling his cock from my mouth. I blink up at him as I inhale oxygen into my lungs. “I know I said hardnoto sex in public,” gripping my arms, he pulls me to my feet. “But I need to be inside you, baby.”
“We don’t have a condom.” I say, matter of factly.
His jaw clenches, but then his face lights up as he walks toward one of the cupboards and rummages inside it.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting this,” spinning, he holds a foiled wrapper in his hand and grins. “Now, lay down on the gurney.”
Gulping, I comply and walk over to the gurney. Lowering myself down, I sit sideways with my legs dangling off the edge.
Stalking toward me, he tears the wrapper with his teeth, and I watch with a bated breath as he rolls the condom onto his cock.
Fuck. Are we really about to do this…in here?
Standing between my legs, he grips my hips and shovels me back slightly before lifting my feet and pressing them flat against the edge of the gurney causing my knees to open outward.
Lifting my skirt over my hips, the sudden sound of a tear has me furrowing my brows. But then I realize why when I look down. He’s fucking ripped a cock size hole at the center of my tights.
What. The. Fuck.
Pulling my thong to the side, he inhales sharply. “Fuck, look how soaked you are.” Pressing the pad of his finger against me, he pulls it away and shows me.
His finger is glistening.
