It’ll only be a second now.
His hand tightens on his cock, and as I watch his thumb circling over his tip, I feel the excitement pulsing through me, growing stronger and wilder. I need to see him come more than I need to breathe.
My thumb presses down on the volume button, muting the video just as Grayson comes hard, sending spurts of cum shooting out past the camera. My breath comes in sharp, desperate pants, and as I look up at Grayson, I feel that wild need tearing through me.
I can’t wait. I have to have him.
Cruz groans beside me, completely unaware of the way that Grayson’s stare has me captivated. “What the hell?” he laughs. “Why’d you turn it down? You missed the best part.”
“Really?” I ask, sweeping my heated gaze across to Cruz and grinning at the way his eyes widen when he realizes just how turned on I am. I lean into him and hover my lips right in front of his as I look back across the room at Grayson. “Because if you asked me, I’d say that I saw so much more than just the best parts.”
Cruz tries to capture my lips in his, but I slowly pull away and shake my head, pressing my body against his in the process. “Nuh-uh,” I murmur. “You don’t get to touch.”
“What?” he groans, the disappointment thick in his tone as I straddle his lap and grind my pussy against him. He grabs my waist and holds on tight as I feel Grayson’s stare hitting the side of my face.
“You’ve been a very bad boy, Cruz Danforth,” I scold, keeping my tone low and seductive. “You came in here with the intention of getting even and embarrassing Grayson, but it didn’t work, and now because of that, I’m going to go over there and fuck your best friend until I scream and you’re going to sit here and watch with your dick in your hand, desperately wishing it was me.”
I peel myself off of Cruz’s lap and smile at the way he tries to hold onto me for as long as he can. I turn to face Grayson and walk toward him, but as I go, Cruz grumbles behind me. “He had it coming. He spilled that I was in love with you. If anything, he should be the one sitting back to watch.”
I grin, looking over my shoulder as I walk away from him. “Don’t forget that you told me first. You can’t blame him for that. So, take your pick, Danforth. You can either walk away or you can watch, but either way, I’m about to get naked, sink onto Grayson’s cock and ride him until the sun comes up.”
I turn back to Grayson, and as I do, I find him more than ready. His eyes are burning with lust, and as he leans back into the couch, I see the hard outline of his cock through the same grey sweatpants that he’d worn in the video.
Fuck me. What is it about the sweatpants?
His knees are open and I’m struck by just how big he is, and not just the good stuff. Everything about him is big. He’s got to be well over 6’3, and compared to me, he’s a freaking giant. There’s just something about a big guy that screams ‘fierce protector.’ Add the muscles and the smolder, and I’m a fucking goner.
I step up in front of him, putting myself right between his open knees, but before I get the chance to strip naked for him, he reaches out and takes my hips. Grayson pulls me in closer, and with him leaned back in his favorite couch, I have no choice but to climb up onto his lap and straddle him.
Grayson instantly pulls me in and I fall into him, but he holds me tight, not allowing me the chance to get hurt. His lips meet my neck and quickly work their way down over my collarbone as his hand comes up and slips up the front of my white cropped tank to find me braless and desperate for his touch.
His head dips and his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking it over the fabric of my tank and making it see-through. His hand curls around my breast beneath my tank, and I push into him, needing so much more.
His other hand gently brushes over the bandages at my waist. “Are you sure?” he murmurs, his voice vibrating around my nipple and sending electric currents shooting right through to my core. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not capable of hurting me,” I whisper, groaning deeper as his lips circle back around my nipple. “I trust you.”
Grayson pulls back, raising his chin to meet my gaze. He holds my stare for a short moment, silently questioning if I’m talking shit just to get what I want or if I truly mean what I say, and judging by the way his stare softens and his fingers tighten on my body, he knows that every word is as raw and honest as it gets.