“Greyson, I’m close.” She moans, thrusting her hips into my fingers.
My fingers fuck her faster, and my tongue dances across her clit like I’m trying to win the fastest dancer competition—if that’s even a thing.
And then I feel it, her walls clenching beneath my fingers.
My cock jerks, and I groan loudly into her as she continues riding my fingers. Pulling my hair, she cries out my name as her walls unleash and the barriers break. The sexiest fucking moans escape those luscious lips of hers as her back arches off the bed while her other hand grips at the comforter beside her.
I continue sucking, licking, and groaning around her clit as her sweet fucking cum coats my face and hands.
She tastes so fucking sweet, and if I had a favorite dessert, the taste of her would most definitely top it. So, it’s a good job I don’t have one, because nothing could top this.Nothing could top her.
She’s so addictive. It's not just the taste of her—that's a bonus—but everything about her is addictive, and I just can't seem to get enough.
And as I pull back and stand up, I glance down at my Sweats to see a wet spot. And I freeze, my face reddening as realization settles in.
I fucking came while eating her out.
My head turns in Lilly's direction to see if she's noticed, and I see her already looking in my direction, her eyes on the wet spot of my sweats.
She gulps, and then she slowly raises her eyes to look at me. “Did you just…”
“I, uh—” I look between her and my sweats, praying that by some miracle the wet spot will disappear. “I, uh…”
This is so embarrassing.
“Holy fuck,” her mouth parts as she looks at me, her blue eyes sparkling. “That's fucking hot.”
Chapter 39
Greyson
Days following Thanksgiving, I’m walking out of the arena after a long as fuck practice session when I suddenly come to a halt as I take in the scene that’s unfolding in front of my eyes.
Is he serious?
If murder was legal, Kyle would be rotting on the side of a deserted road by now—I don’t know what’s with me and wanting to murder those who wronged Lilly, but I can’t help it.
I don’t care enough about him to even bother digging him a grave, or even leaving him in a more visible area. No, Kyle deserved to rot on his own, in the middle of buck fuck nowhere.
He had the fucking audacity to walk up tomygirl and try to kiss her.
Fucking kiss her.
I’m not a violent person, and other than my “brother” I’d never hit anyone before. But as soon as I saw his lips close to hers, my fist clenches, and I drop my gear, charging toward him and slamming my fist in to the side of his face,hard.
He stumbles to the side, clutching his cheek and shoots me a glare. “What the fuck?” He hisses, taking a step toward me.
“You think you can kiss my girl?” I ask him, it’s a rhetorical question, and the answer to it is no, he cannot kiss my girl.
“She’s not your girl,” he growls, taking another step toward me. “And the sooner she realizes that the better.”
He’s correct, she isn’t my girltechnically. But she is my girl.
The more time I spend with her, the more I realize how much I like her.
I fucking liked her.
Had a huge fucking crush on her in fact.
