Another groan shot out of him and she shuddered in a breath. Her insides hadn’t stopped pulsating, her core slick with need. She broke from sucking him and licked one ball, then the other, while stroking his shaft. Then, she took himinside her mouth and began to deep throat him. In to the end, then out. Again and again. His balls tightened as she sucked harder and faster. The thrill of being able to bring him the ultimate pleasure had her growling and groaning.
“Gonna come,” he rasped out as his phone finally stopped ringing.
Her heart exploded in her chest. If there was any doubt who she was with, that had been erased with those two little words. Grey Stone had uttered the two sexiest words in the English language… and he uttered them to her. She was bringing him to orgasm, and she was going to suck him down.
His manly juices filled her mouth and rolled down her throat.
With any other man, she would have gagged, but this was theoneman she’d thought of—dirty fantasies where he choked her with his long, thick cock—where fucking him with her mouth was the perfect gift… to herself.
He stilled, released a long, sexy-as-hell groan that she felt in her pussy. She pulled off, crawled up him, and said, “I want to kiss you, but I’m covered in your come.”
With a gentle touch, he wiped her mouth with the sheet. Then, he pulled her onto him, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her.
Kissing, kissing, and more kissing. This man could kiss like no other. She loved it, and she hated it. This amazing night would end, and life would go back to blah normal.
Then, he rolled them over and left her. Flipping on the bathroom light, he ran the water for a quick minute, then returned. Next, she heard the crinkle of a condom packet. Seconds later, he was back in bed.
He pulled her onto him. She straddled him. She was at a clear disadvantage. He could see her, but she couldn’t see him. Was he even looking at her?
Remembering that Sydney had told hernotto overthink theevening, she cradled his gloved-up semi until it firmed in her hands. Then, she lifted his cock, guided it to her opening, and rubbed it over her folds. Back and forth until she was ready to take him inside her. She started working him in, the pleasure soaring through her, sending her flying higher and higher.
“You feel so good. I like that your huge cock is forcing me to expand.”
Once she’d gotten him inside, she leaned down and kissed him. “I love kissing. Do you?”
He tapped her several times. When she kissed him, she was smiling. To her surprise, his lips curved into a brief smile of his own. She began moving on him, slowly, over his hardness. The euphoria coursed through her, taking her higher and higher. She loved gliding on him, loved how he was holding her in his strong arms, running his hands over her back, squeezing her ass. She was his, and she loved that he was in her.
All. The. Way.
Then, he rolled her over and began to thrust. Slowly all the way in, then almost all the way out. When his mouth found hers, their kisses turned feral. Biting, clawing, ravaging each other, there was no off-switch. Two wild animals fucking hard and fast… for the pleasure.
The orgasm started deep inside her and exploded in a series of spasms that rocked her. She groaned through the ecstasy with an intensity that had her gasping for air.
After catching her breath, she murmured, “Ohmygod, what the hell.”
And then, he pinned her arms over her head and he thrust. Hard, fast, and so damn deep. He owned her, and she fucking loved it. Her body bowed to his and she climaxed again, shuddering through the release.
“Coming,” he growled in her ear before pouring himself into her.
And then, he collapsed on top of her. Several glorious seconds passed while the sweetest sound of his panting filled her ears
Grey Stone gave as good as he took.
His kiss seared her. He slid his arms beneath her, trapping her against him, his shaft still buried deep inside her. She tightened her hold while he ravaged her with his talented tongue. Her guttural groans sounded foreign, while she soared on a sex rush she’d never known.
But she was flying high on borrowed time.
He slowed the kiss, then dropped a tender one on each of her cheeks. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him peering down at her. Though she’d been naked, she now felt stripped, like he was staring intently at her… at all of her. Even in the low-lit room, he could see enough of her to form an opinion. For reasons she couldn’t begin to understand, she cared what he thought of her… of her face and of her body.
But this washerbirthday hookup, not the time to get inside his head. God knows, she’d tried to analyze him, but she’d given up. Of all the intelligence officers she’dhandled, he was the wildest. An outlier who did whatever it took to chase down the monsters and eliminate them, even if it meant he wouldn’t make it out alive.
And he brought that same wildness into bed.
Lucky me.
He dropped another soft kiss on her lips, slowly withdrew, and went into the bathroom. She pulled up a corner of the blindfold, leaned onto her elbow, and glanced his way. Though the light was set on low, she got a great view of his naked backside as he removed the condom.
Ohmygod.
