Page 136 of When Darkness Calls

I would have thought the heat, the same feeling of urgency I had felt the first night he came into my room would be here, but it’s not. It’s so much better. Seeing that he wants to experience this with me, not just doing it to me has my heart fluttering. There is no pounding pulse in my ears, and unsteady breaths.

I’m content at his mercy. Feeling every small touch, kiss, and surprising emotion. Grayson has burrowed deep into my bones, and I don’t want him to leave. The crush I had harbored against my better judgment all these years has grown, flourishing into something so great that I don’t have the words for it.

He feels like a completion of myself.

Grayson’s warm breath against my center snaps me from my thoughts, tearing a low moan from my lips.

“Eyes on me, sweet girl.”

I smile at him from the place between my thighs. The image of his shoulders, the ridge of muscles between the blades moving with him starts a dull ache deep inside me.

There is no shyness or tentative actions as Grayson licks, laps, and sucks on my clit. My body moves on its own accord as my hands twist and tug at his hair, hips grind against his lips, and legs twitch and tremble. He doesn’t drag out the pleasure like he did the first time, and my first orgasm races through my body quickly.

He mumbles praises against my thighs as I catch my breath, but the heat behind his eyes as he watches me come down from the high tells me he’s nowhere near finished with me.

One finger enters me, then another. There’s a slight burn at the feeling as my walls clench and grasp at him, stretching for him.

I hiss but it turns into a moan as his tongue languidly strokes my clit.

“Grays,” I whine, tugging on his head.

“Shh. Lie back and feel, baby. Feel your body taking me and doing it so well.”

I groaned, my head flopping back against the soft pillows. He enters me over and over with slow, strong strokes, the pace never changing. A constant motion allowing him to graze the spot inside me that makes my eyelids flutter, and hips jerk.

“One more,” he groans. “Give me one more, sweet girl and then you can have my cock.”

I clench around him. He hums in approval. “That’s it, just like that.”

He leans forward, blowing lightly against my clit. I whine but he instantly sucks the sensitive bud into the heat of his mouth. I cry out, hips stuttering against him, pussy convulsing around his fingers.

Fire floods my veins and dark spots erupt behind my eyes.

My chest heaves as I suck in quick breaths. He rises to his knees, licking the fingers that were inside me. In the sunlight filtering through the window, I see the glistening evidence of me smeared across his chin.

I sat up onto my elbow reaching out to tug at his shirt.

“Strip for me, pretty boy. It’s my turn to watch,” I murmur, my voice is husky, breathy. He laughs and the sound is light and melodic.

“Pretty boy, huh?” He quirks a brow but grabs the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head.

His dark curls are ruffled and mussed from my fingers, cheeks rosy and his skin has a light sheen. He looks like a fucking god. Painted in art, molded for power.

“Yeah. Pretty boy. God,” I whisper, hand touching low on his stomach. I feel the muscles tense beneath my palm, but the fucking heat radiating off of him…I want to burn in it.

Grayson tilts his head, looking down at me. “If you start saying God, it better be because you’re referring to me, sweet girl. I’ve told you once, I’m the one who makes you feel this way.”

I smirk at him. “You want me to call you God, Grayson,” I taunt, my voice lowering into a sultry cadence. I can see his jaw clench and the signs of him swallowing.

“Honestly, I don’t know which I like more, you calling me God or the sound of my name coming from your lips after I’ve made you cum twice. But—” he drops down on his hands planted on either side of my head. “Maybe we can test out both and see.”

I kiss him putting all of my need, want, and emotion into the place where we meet. My hands move to the waist of his sweatpants, tugging at the strings. Nails dragging against his navel. He hisses through his teeth, nipping at my lip.

“Take my cock out, sweet girl. Show me how bad you need me.” He gives me one more sweet kiss on the lips and a small peck on my nose before he leans back, sitting on his heels. I tug on his sweats, pulling his boxers with them.

My hand wraps around his hardened length, pumping him as languidly as he had licked my pussy. He groans, the sound resonating deep in his chest.

“You really like torturing me, don’t you?” He chuckles darkly, ending with a moan, and I grin.