Grayson doesn’t miss a thing. His eyes burn and a cocky as fuck smirk twists over his delicious lips. “You’re fucking hungry for it.”
I laugh. There’s no point in denying it. He can see it all over my face, all over the way my body responds to his touch. “Then hurry up and put me out of my misery,” I tell him, my voice a soft purr filled with desire. Hell, I don’t even care if it makes me look desperate. If it means that I get to have him, I’ll fucking take it.
His fingers trail down my body, grabbing, touching, taking whatever the hell he needs until he comes to the waistband of my ripped jeans and ever so slowly, he drags the zipper down, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come.
I bite down on my bottom lip, my chest rising and falling with sharp, needy pants, and then finally, he draws my jeans down my legs, taking my thong right along with it. His heated stare lingers on my body for a moment before he jumps down from the table and hooks his arms around my legs.
With one sharp tug, he pulls me down to the end of the table until my ass is hitting the very edge, and not a moment later, hooks my legs over his shoulders and leans into me. His hands twine up my body, teasing me with just how rough they can be while he turns his head and peppers soft, desperate kisses against my inner thighs, quickly working his way down to my pussy.
I flood with wetness, fearing my soul is about to leave my fucking body.
“Oh, fuck,” I purr, my fingers combing into his hair and instantly curling into a fist, holding him there as his tongue finally hits my clit. My legs instantly clench around his head, the desire pulsing through me like never before.
I feel Grayson’s cocky smile against my pussy, but he doesn’t dare stop. Flicking, kissing, sucking, and teasing. He works my body until I’m groaning his name, his hands constantly roaming over my skin and showing me just how good it’s going to get.
He brings a hand down between my legs and just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he slides two thick fingers deep inside me and with that one perfect thrust, finds the spot that has my whole body shuddering beneath. “Shit. YES,” I groan, the sound pulling from the deepest part of my chest.
A responding rumble tears out of Grayson and I tug harder on his hair, wanting so much more. His fingers glide out of me, massaging and moving on their way, only to be pushed back in, finding that spot all over again.
Holy mother of all things holy. If things continue like this, I think I might spontaneously combust into a ball of burning flames. Shit, maybe I already have. Hell, Grayson could do just about anything he wanted to me and I’d let him.
He keeps working my clit, sucking it just the way I like, and for a brief moment, I wonder if Cruz and King have been sharing all of our dirty little secrets because there’s no way someone could so effortlessly know how to make a woman scream.
That familiar feeling begins to build deep inside me, tightening and pulsing with a desperate need for release. My fingers tighten in his hair, and at this point, anyone would wonder if he had any hair left. “Fuck, Grayson,” I moan, my legs pulling tighter around him, squeezing as my body gets closer and closer to the edge.
His tongue flicks over my clit, applying pressure before he circles it, and just as he does, his thick fingers hit that spot that drives me wild and all hell breaks loose.
My orgasm explodes deep within me, completely taking over and sending me into a world of intense pleasure. My eyes clench as it rocks through me, and I have no choice but to throw my head back and arch off the table. My body spasms beneath his touch, but he doesn’t dare let up, just keeps working me while my pussy convulses and my legs threaten to suffocate him.
My high continues to climb, so intense and forceful as I feel him lapping up my excitement, tasting everything I have on offer.
It’s too much. He’s too much, but at the same time, he’s absolutely everything.
Shit, we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet and he already has me falling to pieces beneath him.
My orgasm finally begins to ease, and just when my body starts to relax, Grayson pulls away from me, dropping a kiss to my inner thigh as he goes.
He stands at the end of the table, watching me as I desperately try to catch my breath, putting on a show of licking his lips, not wasting a single drop of me.