by Jordan Marie
I drag my tongue along the outline, letting my teeth follow the same path as I give little love bites for the simple reason that the taste of him makes me feel powerful, sexy, and happy. I move further down so I can kiss his cock. It’s straining towards me, and I reward it with a gentle kiss on the head. That’s all I meant to do, but the taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue and the musky smell of him enters me, and I can’t stop myself from holding his cock in my hand and letting my tongue slide against the head and burrow into the small opening trying to find more of his pre-cum, needing his taste. Gray groans, and he must be tired of being passive because now his hands are digging into my hair harder as he urges my head down on him. As much as he takes control, I’m the one feeling powerful here. I give in and suck him deep into my mouth, stopping before I can take all of him in, because his cock hits the back of my throat. He stretches my mouth, so swollen with need that I can barely close my lips around him. As I back him out and leave him with another gentle kiss on his head, Gray moans. His hips buck as he begs for more of my mouth.
I’m not in the mood to give him what he wants, though. Now, my needs come first. I have been craving him these past few weeks and I’m not about to deny myself a moment longer. I shift so I can move my leg over him, straddling him. I can’t stop the growl that comes out when I settle against him and his hard, hot dick slides between the lips of my pussy effortlessly.
“Fuck, baby, I’m glad you don’t wear a lot of clothes to bed,” he growls, and just to prove he’s telling the truth, he pulls the shirt over my head. I raise my hands, helping him. I’m eager for there to be nothing between us. His hands immediately come up and palm my breasts, kneading them—his touch, rough and eager, and his skin hot. I shift against his cock, rotating my hip and sliding so that I hit that perfect stroke—the one that eases him right against my clit and lets me ride him without taking him inside.
“God, you feel good, Gray,” I whimper.
“You’re soaked for me,” he growls, his hands biting into my thighs as he tries to pull me even tighter against him. He’s right. You can hear the suction between us as his cock forges through my cream. I ride him like that a few more times, gasping as his head rakes against my swollen clit, painting it with a mixture of his pre-cum and my own juices.
That’s the trigger that shows me I can’t take anymore. I rise up on my knees, reaching under me to hold his cock still. I position him just outside and look at him. I want this connection with him as I slide down his shaft. I carefully lower on him, taking my time to savor as he stretches me. My eyes close as he finally goes inside of me, filling what has been way too empty since I left him. Once I take him in as deep as he will go, so deep it makes it hard to breathe, I just stay there. I’m afraid to move, afraid to breathe. I want to savor the way he stretches me completely, the way we fit together, and just enjoy the peace of finally having him here with me. I’m not sure how long I’d want to stay like this, but Gray takes that choice out of my hands when he grabs my hips and grinds me against him. His cock flexes inside of me, raking against my walls and making me feel so full that I’m not sure I’ll survive.
“Gray,” I gasp. I brace my hands on his shoulders and slowly stretch out on him while his cock is still buried deep inside. The movement angles his cock in just the right spot and moves him so far inside, he’s touching spots of me that have never been touched before. He’s… claiming me in a way I’ve never experienced.
“It gets better every time,” Gray whispers right before his lips claim mine in a slow kiss. Our tongues mimic what our bodies do, slowly moving, relishing each other, cherishing each other… loving each other. We come together as our orgasm slides out of each of us as if we’re in tune, as if we’re one, and as I give myself over to it, I know I will never be the same again.
I love Gray Lucas. I love him.
“Loverboy is back with pizza,” Jackson calls, and I smile. Gray’s been back for three days and it seems all I do is smile. Jackson likes to give us both a hard time, but I can tell he likes him too. What’s not to like? Gray’s good-looking, dependable, funny, sweet, gentle when you need it, but not afraid to pull your hair… “Claude, did you hear me?” Jackson calls out again.
“Yeah, I heard you. Be there in a minute,” I yell back. You just caught me daydreaming about the man I’m head over heels in love with. That part I don’t yell back. Still I hear it inside, and though the fear is there, it’s getting easier and easier to breathe through it. I worried that Gray and I wouldn’t be able to work because we are so different, but with every day that passes, I think I worried for nothing. Gray may have to work with the likes of the Rivertons, but he’s not like them. He’s more like his crazy family, which I love. Even meddlesome Ida Sue who has taken to calling me once a week. She says it’s just to check on me, but I can read between the lines enough to know that it’s to see if I’m still boning her son. It makes it easier to figure out when she ends every conversation with: “I’ll talk to you next time, dear. Are you and Gray still shagging each other’s brains out? You know, the world is a better place if there are more kids in it.”
It used to unnerve me, but now I think of Ida as June Cleaver from the television classic Leave It To Beaver. Well, June Cleaver if she was a flower child who believed in free love. “Kids, you left your bong on the floor! Don’t forget your condoms tonight for the orgy. Your father and I will be there too! I’m making your father take those pills so he doesn’t get performance anxiety.” I laugh as I imagine my version of the television show, going to the old sink in the garage and washing my hands.
“What’s my woman laughing about?” Gray asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me as he kisses the side of my neck.
I finish cleaning my hands and lean back into him for a minute, just letting him hold me and enjoying the moment. “Orgies and free love parties,” I whisper, grinning.
Gray’s lips freeze on the side of my neck and then he bites the skin there. I inhale at the sting.
“You can fucking forget that shit,” he grumbles, burrowing his head against the back of my neck and holding me tighter.
“What? I thought you liked that kind of thing? I’m not the one with the sex-tape out there, after all.”
“That was before,” he mutters, his hand moving down my stomach and trying to push up under my shirt. I help him because—let’s be honest—anytime Gray’s hands are on my bare skin, I’m good. I turn to the side a little though, wanting to see his face.
“Before what?”
“Before you, Cooper. You’ve reformed me, made me a better man.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Well, yeah. That, and I ain’t fucking sharing you with anyone. My dick is the last dick that pussy is ever going to squeeze the baby juice out of.”
“Baby juice?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he mutters, his lips on my neck.
“There’s my caveman. I thought he had gone all civilized on me.”
“I would have thought last night proved that theory wrong,” he mutters, and my freaking ovaries actually flutter when I think about the dirty little things he did to me last night. I’ll never look at that showerhead in my bathroom the same way again. Not to mention the mirror in my bedroom.
“You might should let go of me because you’re going to get filthy,” I warn him, suddenly remembering I just changed oil in a Toyota.
“Maybe I want to get dirty with you,” he says, but lets me go. I turn around to look at him and it hits me again that this man likes me. I apparently switched into another universe at some point. I hope I don’t have to leave. This world is much better.
“Later, Romeo. I need pizza first.”
“I thought I could give you your first golf lesson.”
“Umm, you do know I don’t especially like the game, right? Though, if you want to go out to the mini-golf park, I am killer on that course. Especially the windmill hole at the end. I always manage to get in with just one stroke.”
“Impressive,” he jokes, but he’s reaching over and taking my shirt off. I halfheartedly try to stop him.
“The trick is to get the ball under the little bridge. Most people try to go over top, but it never works,” I tell him, wondering exactly how to get away with having sex in the middle of the day in the garage where customers—and not to mention Jackson—could walk in at any time.
“I will have to learn from your ways, oh wise one,” he mumbles, reaching around to undo my bra.
“Gray! We can’t do this here. Jackson—”
“Took his pizza and his six pack I brought him and went into the office.”
“But he could come in and there could be customers…”
“You need to learn to live a little, Cooper. Life is way too short not to enjoy yourself once in a while.”
“Enjoy myself?”
“And learn new things.”
“Like golf?”
“Exactly,” he says, dipping his finger into the oil I just drained into the container beside him.
“Umm, Gray? What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to give you your first lesson,” he says, trailing his finger between my breasts and down my stomach. The sensation of the oil is cool and a little slimy, but his finger on my body and the way his breath hits my skin has a way of putting me on edge and instantly making me need him. I’m quickly becoming addicted to anything he wants to give me.
“This line is like the fairway on a golf course.”
“A fairway?” I whisper as he moves the oil over my nipples.
“The fairway is the beautiful trail straight to the hole,” he explains, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down my hips.
“I don’t remember breasts and nipples on a golf course.”
“Those represent the small mounds on the course that can distract a driver.”
“Small mounds?” I ask, laughing.
“Well, I thought huge jugs didn’t sound as classy.”
“We can’t have that,” I tell him, letting my fingers move into his hair as he leans down on his knees in front of me.
“Now I’m going to tell you the secret to golf, sweet lips,” Gray says, kissing my thighs.
“What’s that?” I whimper, willing my legs to remain strong as I feel his breath so close to where I want his mouth the most.
“Every man wants a hole in one,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue along the inside of one of my thighs.
“Gray…” I whimper, my body thrusting towards him, needing more than what he’s giving me. “I don’t think that’s a big secret.”
“True, but I’m going to tell you exactly how to get it.”
“You are?”
I gasp as his hands move back to my ass and I feel him place a gentle, sweet kiss at the top of my pussy. My fingers tighten in his hair as I pull him closer, wanting to feel his tongue on my clit. I need the sensation I get when his entire face moves between my legs. I need so much more than what I’m getting and it frustrates me.
“You have to become one with the hole, meld with it.”
“Gray!” I cry as I feel him flatten his tongue and part the lips of my pussy, letting it drag against the sensitive skin there.
“That hole has to become all you think of. You can’t let anything distract you from driving inside of it,” he tells me.
“Baby, please. I need you to…”
“You can’t let yourself get distracted even when there’s an area above throbbing and begging for attention,” he murmurs, his voice muffled when he moves his tongue to my clit, stroking over it once, twice, three times, and then without warning, he sucks my clit into his mouth—hard.
My hands move down to Gray’s shoulders and I hold on, my entire body shaking. I know I’m close to shattering into a thousand pieces. I won’t be able to hold back. I’m not even going to try. I growl in annoyance when he pulls his head back. I lock eyes with him, and find that his are full of desire and mischief. He stands back up without giving me what I really want, and it pisses me off. I didn’t ask for him to get me all worked up and then leave me all horny and needy. I’m about to go off on him when I watch him unbutton his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even as he pushes his pants down and moves back to me.
“Showing you just how good I can drive to the hole,” he tells me, grabbing my leg and wrapping it high on his hip. “And all you have to do is hang on and enjoy the ride.”
I don’t respond. I can’t because he thrusts inside of me and all thought is gone. Nothing is left but sensation, pleasure, and need. Everything else ceases to exist. The garage, customers, the work, Jackson, it all fades away as I lose myself into the man who owns me. Everything is gone, and all that’s left for me is Gray.
“Do you think we might be having too much sex?” CC whispers as she sits back in the seat beside me on the plane. I just got back a minute before her. I think we played it all rather smoothly, really.
“Is there such a thing?” I ask her with a grin. “Besides, you weren’t complaining when I had you pinned against the door of the bathroom.”
“You couldn’t help but pin me. There wasn’t enough room in that bathroom for two people.”
“I think we need to go back in there. You didn’t complain as much. I mean, seriously, is this the thanks I get for making you a member of the mile-high club?”
She leans over and kisses me sweetly on the lips. “Thank you, Grayson Lucas, for inducting me into the mile-high club.”
“Much better. You’re welcome, sweet lips.”
She laughs and pulls away, rolling her eyes at me. “What do I make, anyway? Your, like, fiftieth inductee?”
“Ouch. I can’t remember. Since you came in my life, Cooper, I can’t remember a fucking woman before you.”
“That would be a better line if you said you couldn’t remember fucking a woman before me. Grammar is very important, Tarzan.”
“That’s what I meant. Stop being a pain in my ass,” I grumble, watching as my fingers play in her hair. I’ll never get enough of the beautiful auburn-gold color. It’s natural, unique, special… just like the woman who wears it. “I love your hair.”
“I like being a pain in your ass and I’m glad because, well, it’s kind of stuck on my head, y’know? Hard to change,” she jokes.
I look at her. She’s got a faint color in her cheeks as if she’s embarrassed. I need her to see the truth.
“I don’t want you to change anything about yourself, Cooper. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“I think it’s only fair to tell you perfection doesn’t exist. Heck, even those abs you sport aren’t perfect. I think the last can in your six pack isn’t quite defined as the rest of them.” She grins, trying to shrug off the compliment.
“I’m serious, CC. You’re perfect to me… for me.”
“Gray…” she whispers, and I think she’s getting it. I can see the fear in her eyes, but there’s something else there and that’s what pushes me to take it a little farther. CC is new territory for me. Not only am I in love for the first—and last—time in my life, but she sure as fuck is not getting away. She’s also new territory because she’s the first woman I’ve ever met who is afraid to commit to me. She doesn’t trust people in general. I think that comes from her past and her mom. But she’s doubly afraid of me and it makes me ashamed of my past. She brings it up sometimes when we’re joking and it feels like it doesn’t bother her, but still, the truth of it has hit her and has settled in her mind and that can’t be good. Still, this is the first time I’ve seen anything from her that might encourage me, so I have to start trying to break through.
“CC, you have to know you’re special to me,” I tell her—a fucking understatement of the year.
“I…” she starts, then stops. She looks at me and slowly nods. “I know, Gray. You’re special to me, too.”
Fuck, that’s such a simple statement, but with it, I feel better than winning any damned match or tournam
ent has ever made me feel. It feels like fireworks are going off. I get lost in the feeling and push harder—which might be a mistake.
“I want everything with you, Cooper. Everything,” I tell her, laying it bare as gently as I can. Everything in me is wanting to tell her I want to give her my last name. I want kids with her. I want to grow old together. She’s the last face I want to see when I close my eyes and go into the next world. I’m pretty sure those words would scare the hell out of her.
“What if you’re disappointed?” she asks.
“If there’s one thing I’m one hundred percent sure of, Cooper, it’s that I could never be disappointed in you. Never.”
I hate seeing the fear in her eyes. I think it’s probably a good thing I never met her mother. I’d probably want to kill the woman. I bring CC’s face closer to mine and kiss her.
“You better get a quick nap in. We’ll land soon, and I’m going to need you again.”
“You cannot be serious.”
“Watch and see, sweet lips, watch and see,” I tell her with a wink. She watches me for a minute, then reclines her seat back to rest. I stare out the window wondering how in the hell I’m going to knock down all of CC’s walls. I may have to call my family in for reinforcements. They’re crazy as fuck, but they’re hard to resist and CC is already drawn to them.