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“Greyson.” I tried to twist around, wanting a kiss, a touch, anything, but his hand between my shoulders pushed me forward and kept me still. Only when he was sure I wouldn’t move, did he plaster himself to my back, caging me between his hips and the dressing table.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, nipping my neck and kicking the insides of my ankles to spread my legs wider.
We were still dressed, but I felt naked under the weight of his stare in the mirror.
My heart was pounding, and I had to swallow more than once to respond. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you a goodbye present since you’ll be gone all night.”
Oh fuck. I could feel myself getting wetter. I wasn’t sure what it was about my men, but I needed them more than I’d ever needed anyone else. The moment they were close, I wanted.
Grey slid his hands under my dress, large palms skating across my skin and into my panties. I was already panting, but he didn’t touch my pussy, just pulled the lace down to my knees and left it there.
“I’ll be late.” Do I care? Honestly, no.
“Not if you hurry.” All I got was a sultry smirk in the reflection before he dropped to the floor behind me. I had a moment to think, yes, before he shoved his head under my dress. The first caress of his tongue made my knees shake.
“Christ, I needed this.” He’d barely touched me, and I was already leaning heavily on the dressing table.
“I’ll always give you what you need,” Greyson promised as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked.
Fuck me, that’s good.
“You taste so good, reina,” Grey rasped between licks, alternating from long and slow to quick swipes that made my hips jerk against his hold. He tightened his fingers on my thighs, pulling me back into his face. If his hands weren’t holding me down, they were rubbing expert circles around my clit while he fucked me with his tongue. His grip was firm and sure. He knew he had every right to touch me, so he did.
Even though he was on his knees for me, we both understood that he owned me.
In that moment, I was wholly Greyson’s.
All while I got a front-row view of my own pleasure.
The mirror showed me a panting mess, hips writhing as I desperately tried to ride my way to an orgasm, but Grey’s grip wouldn’t allow it.
“Greyson,” I whined. The edge of an orgasm was just out of reach, and I wanted it bad.
“You want to ride my face, baby? Slide that slick cunt over my mouth until I make you scream?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You’ll take what I give you and nothing more. Are you watching what I do to you?”
Of course I was. The mirror was an unpaid actor in this scene, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Off us. I couldn’t see more than the tip of Grey’s chin, slick and shiny between my spread thighs, his body still completely covered up behind me.
Fully dressed men fucking me was absolutely a kink, especially when it was Greyson. It felt far dirtier than it should have, like we were stealing pleasure while the world waited on us. Like he couldn’t resist putting his hands on me. I loved it.
“You’re such a good girl, reina. Taste so sweet on my tongue.”
“Please make me come.” I wasn’t too proud to beg. Not for him.
He made a noncommittal sound and went back to eating me out. On and on, Grey toyed with me until I thought I would scream, not quite edging me but skirting the lines of pleasure. My fingers cramped against the table, and my voice was getting hoarse from pleading, but I didn’t dare move.
Whatever he was doing, I wanted.
Finally, he gave me more, and the wave of my orgasm rose to meet me.
