Greyson has done what Kyle couldn’t, he made me come. And come fucking hard. I’m gasping for air, like the orgasm ripped all the oxygen from my lungs.
How did he…
I don’t even recall breaking the kiss with him, but when my eyes open, I see him pushing his fingers that were previously in my pussy inside his mouth. And oh Lord, if that’s not the sexiest thing ever…
“The verdict is in,” he grins, releasing his fingers with a pop. “Youdotaste as sweet as you smell.”
Fuck me.
Chapter 33
Greyson
“My wardrobe is going tobe full of your clothes soon.” Lilly teases as she walks into the kitchen wearing my sweats and a white shirt that’s very oversized on her.
Laughing, I turn to face her and smile. “They look better on you anyway.”
Looking at her freshly showered, I could still feel the way her pussy clenched around my fingers as she came. Seeing her come undone like that did something to me—I’m not entirely sure what, but it made me feel possessive over her.
That experience was nerve wracking. My hands were shaking, and a voice in my head kept screaming “don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up” anytime my fingers touched her. But the more I got into it, the more I loved it.
And watching her come…holy fuck. I was mentally applauding myself when she squeezed tightly around my fingers and moaned. I’d done it. I made her come. But as I watched her, I had another voice in my head telling me that we weren’t forever, and somewhere down the line some other fucker was going to see the pure bliss on her face, and taste how sweet she was.
That stirred up something inside me.
I didn’t want to think about it, Idon’twant to think about it.
We weren’t forever…I repeat in my mind repeatedly. But somehow, no matter how many times it repeats, I know it’s a lie. Because I feel like this is the start of us. It’s silly to think that I know, but it’s a feeling I have, and usually my gut is never wrong.
Snorting, she grips the hem of the Sweats and pulls. “Because Sweats that are too big for me are really attractive, huh?”
Placing the mugs down on the counter, I walk toward her and palm her cheeks. “If you wore a trash bag, I’d still find you attractive.” I admit.
“You think I’m attractive?” She asks, tilting her head.
Is she fucking crazy? Of course I find her attractive. You’d have to be blind not to see how fucking beautiful she is.
“Yes,” I nod, soothing my thumb across her cheek. “And don’t for a second doubt yourself about that, okay?”
Chewing on her lip, she says. “I just…I guess I get insecure at times.”
“Is this because of…” I don’t want to say his name.
But understanding what I’m talking about, she nods. “I could barely look at myself in the mirror after we broke up because all I would do is criticize every little thing about myself.”
I could feel my veins heating with anger.
“Do you still feel like that now?”
“Not as much,” shaking her head, she sighs. “There’re days where I have doubts, but I’m tryingto love myself again.”
“Remember the pact we made in my hotel room?”
“Yeah.”
“I wasn’t lying. If at any point in the future you feel like crap, call me—no matter the time. I can’t promise to fix everything, but I’ll try my fucking hardest.”
She smiles. “You’re amazing, did you know that?”
