And I’m not even ashamed.
Grunting, he palms his cock and strokes it a few times before slapping the tip down onto my clit making me moan. I watch with lustful eyes as he slides the tip of his cock up and down my slit, coating the condom in my juices and teasing my clit more.
“Please, Greyson.” I beg. I need to feel him inside me.
He looks at me, licks his lips and then thrusts his whole cock inside until we’re skin to skin. I cry out, my walls clenching and unclenching around him.
“You have to be quiet, baby,” he says, placing his palm over my mouth. “You don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?”
Shaking my head frantically, I groan into the palm of his hand. I can’t keep quiet. And it’s his fault. The way he’s slamming into me so damn hard is making it difficult not to be vocal.
Placing both my legs over his shoulder, he wraps his arm around them, keeping them in placewhile his cock goes deeper and deeper. Pinching my clit between his fingers, my back arches off the gurney and my eyes roll back.
“See how well you take me?” He thrusts harder making me cry out.
I glance down to where we connect as his cock thrusts inside me again. I’m close. So fucking close.
“I can feel you gripping my cock,”thrust. “You want to come baby?”Thrust.
“Please.” I whimper into the palm of his hand.
Pressing his thumb against my clit, he rubs viciously as his thrusting becomes more erratic.
“I’m close too, baby.” He grunts, sweat beading across his forehead.
“Please, Greyson,” I beg. “Baby,please.”
The blacks of his eyes widen as he looks so intensely at me. And a wave of euphoria settles in my stomach, making me cry, moan, beg, and fucking plead as he breaks down my walls, thrust by thrust.
“I,”thrust. “Love,”thrust. “You.”Thrust.
Stilling his movements, his eyes pinch closed as his forehead presses against mine. His cock jerks inside me, and my walls clench as my orgasm, so intense, and so fucking powerful rips through me.
I cry out his name, but my moans are further silenced when he smashes his lips to mine.
Chapter 61
Lilly
“Now, tell me, baby,” buttoning his slacks, Greyson’s eyes trial to mine. “Are you okay?”
Tilting my head to the side, I say. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
I’ve just been fucked on a gurney in Abigail’s fucking office…that also happens to be the medical room where all the players come when they’re injured.
Holy fuck.
What if they find out? I don’t think I can show my face around here anymore without cowering in embarrassment with the fear of someone finding out.
“Because you looked pissed when I came out of the locker room, so tell me, honestly…are you okay?”
Am I okay? The million-dollar question that if asked before we met, I’d say no. No, I wasn’t okay. I was barely living, barely breathing—barely being able to hold on. My days were a blur of going through the same motions with no real joy, or spark found. But now I feel like I’m free from the past, andI’ve never felt so fucking full.
It’s a strange feeling because I knew I was done with Kyle months before I ended it with him, but when he uttered out those two simple words “I’m sorry” it felt like not only had my wounds begun to heal, but it gave me the closure I didn’t even realize I needed, setting me free to finally move on with my life.
Twisting my skirt, I smile at Greyson. “For the first time in a very long time, I feel free.” I confess.
“What do you mean?” He asks, walking toward me.
