Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys #3)

by M. Robinson

  It didn’t take long for her lips to move against mine, demanding a response from me that only she elicited. Her tongue was smooth and felt like silk. Like fucking ecstasy all rolled into one. I started to lean forward. Flipping her onto her back. I wanted to feel her body beneath mine. The second I was above her, my hand started roaming. It started at her hair, tugging on the ends of it, which I knew she loved me to do to her every chance I got. It traveled to the nook of her neck, to bring her closer to me, to kiss her harder, faster, and with more determination.

  Her breathing picked up, as did the scent of her arousal, engulfing me in nothing but my need to keep going and claim what I’ve wanted for so long.

  What I knew belonged to me.

  She writhed and moaned beneath me, only enticing me to go further. To seek how far this could really go. My hand moved to the top of her breast, and I could feel her nipple hardening through the flimsy cotton of her shirt and the bra she wore underneath. She pushed her breast further into my hand. I immediately gripped it harder, earning me another moan.

  The best sound in the world.

  I had copped a few feels here and there, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

  Not right now.

  Not the way I was feeling.

  I rubbed my hard cock against her pussy. My thin gym shorts and her cotton ones made it easy to feel the friction that ignited between us. It felt so fucking amazing that I did it again. She followed my lead pretty quickly and started rubbing up against me.

  “Fuck, suga,” I growled against her open mouth.

  My dick firm to the point of pain.

  My hand moved under her shirt, kneading her breast, feeling it swell beneath my touch. I pushed the cup aside and caressed her nipple with the palm of my hand, feeling it harden. Resisting the urge to lean down and suck it in my mouth.

  “Please… don’t stop… please…” she begged.

  Her hips moved faster against my cock with much more momentum than before. I felt her hand creep down between us and delicate fingers wrap around my dick over my shorts. I was too caught up in the moment to stop her. She stroked me with a steady rhythm of an inexperienced hand, resonating the fear that harbored inside me. I kissed her one last time and instantly pushed off her, leaving her with the same need I felt in my shorts.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me? Please tell me this is a joke?”

  “My balls are so fucking blue they’re starting to look like they’re part of the Blue Men group, darlin’.” I readjusted my cock as I paced around the room. “And you’re askin’ me if this is a joke?”

  She sat up, pulling down her bra and shirt. “I wasn’t the one who stopped, McGraw. How many damn times are you going to do this? We’ve been together now for seven months. Seven freaking months. Is it me? At least I don't think it's me, judging by the tent you’re sporting.” She sarcastically gestured toward my dick.

  I sat back on the armchair and rubbed my temples in an effort to calm the migraine that was forming to no avail. I peered up, looking right into her eyes and stated, “You’re a virgin.”

  I sighed, defeated. “So, what if I am?”

  “That’s not the problem.”

  He didn’t move, his face remained neutral with no emotion at all, and I started to wonder if he had heard what I said. When he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, his eyes barred into mine like he was calling my bluff without having to say a word.

  “Then what? What’s the problem?”

  Silence.

  “Are you just going to sit there? All stealth-like without one thing to say?”

  There was something animalistic about the way he was staring at me. Almost like a lion before it attacked its prey, luring me with his eyes and his captivating demeanor. It started to make me nervous.

  “What do you want, McGraw?”

  “Only what you can give me. You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you need. I want you but I want all of you, your heart, your body, your soul. I’m all in,” he simply stated not budging for one second.

  I lowered my eyebrows, my gaze going every which way, trying to figure out what he meant.

  We locked eyes.

  “Oh…”

  He grinned.

  “Well, lookie here.” I tried to pull off my best southern accent and sound like him. “That’s how you say it, right?”

  He narrowed his eyes at me with a sexy arrogant expression that only Dylan McGraw could pull off.

  “Hmm…” I purposely mused. “I just don’t know if I can do it. You know what they say, McGraw, don’t buy the car without testing it out first. And, what you’ve had to offer so far.” I callously shrugged. “Well, it’s not much.”

  He slowly, purposely nodded. “Is that right?” he drawled out.

  “Mmm hmm… just keeping it real. I know how much you love honesty. God knows you never know when to shut up.”

  I knew I was testing his limits. Poking the bear, provoking him on purpose, but this was a power struggle I wasn’t willing to lose.

  “I mean, just so we’re clear,” I mocked throwing his own words back at him. The same words he had used on me time and time again. He slid back in the chair. His legs were wide open in the expanding space that now seemed smaller with him sitting in it. His elbow rested on the armrest, as his thumb worked his bottom lip back and forth.

  Watching.

  “I think I feel something for you. Possibly those three little words that you’re inkling for, but sex and… you know… foreplay and stuff, that’s some important shit. I am inexperienced so the pressure to perform shouldn’t be too bad for you. Because let’s face it, boys that talk a big game, usually never deliver,” I paused to let my words sink in. “And judging by how vocal you’ve been about your stellar… equipment.” I gave him a sarcastic expression, allowing it to linger for a few seconds. “Yeah… it’s not looking promising.”

  I held back a laugh that could lite up the entire room.

  His eyes were brazen and dilated.

  “I think it’s time you put your money where your mouth is,” I added.

  He shook his head with a penetrating glare and rasped, “No.”

  “Fine.” I stood up from the bed, ready to leave him.

  “Sit down,” he ordered.

  I recognized that voice. I froze instantly, standing in place with my back to him. The tables were just turned.

  “I won’t ask again,” he warned through gritted teeth.

  I was breathless, my chest immediately heaving. “What if I don’t want to?”

  “I didn’t ask what you wanted, did I?”

  “Are you going—”

  “Sit. Down,” he ordered again, that time in a much rougher tone.

  I contemplated disobeying him, pushing his buttons a little more but the look on his face told me he had reached his limit. He was in my face in three strides, as soon as he sensed my resolve, hovering above me in the way that made me weak in the knees and wet in my panties.

  He cocked his head to the side, a silent request to follow his direction with a look that screamed this was my last chance to listen.

  I did.

  Not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to know what he would do next. My curiosity outweighed my defiance and the fucking asshole knew it.

  He watched me for a few seconds or maybe it was minutes, time just seemed to standstill. My heart was in my throat and my pulse quickened with every fiber in my body. McGraw was calm, cool, and collected, displaying no emotion what so ever. I never understood how he did that, always so in control of his surroundings, manipulating people to do what he wanted without even trying very hard.

  It was almost like the more severe and intense the situation, the better he was at remaining in control. That proved to be more than accurate throughout the years.

  “Lay down,” he demanded out of nowhere.

  “Why?” I blurted out.

  “Darlin’, when I’m asking you a question, you’ll know. Now, lay d
own.”

  I swallowed hard as I lay back onto my firm mattress that suddenly felt too damn soft. The sheets were cool on my already heightened skin. Our eyes stayed connected the entire time as he watched my every move, like he was trying to ingrain it into his memory.

  He pulled my cotton shorts down, inch by inch, deliberately taking it slow. Before he gradually crawled his way up my body, lightly skimming his lips across my bare flesh, igniting tingles all over my skin. Awakening a craving deep within my core for the first time in my life.

  He worked his way up from my thighs, lifting my shirt with the movement of his mouth to kiss along my torso, and all along the sides. Gliding his way up to my breasts, and then my neck, taking my shirt with him. He left me much more exposed than before in only my bra and panties.

  His predatory gaze never left mine as he continued his assault on my body. Only stopping when we were face to face, and his body was perfectly placed on top of mine. With his nose he nudged mine. Brushing it all along my cheeks, my chin, and sliding it across my lips, gently pecking them in its wake.

  “That feel good?” he breathed out, gently licking my lips, stirring my need for him to kiss me.

  I nodded not being able to form words, lost in the sensation of Dylan.

  “Do you want me to touch you?” he said in between kisses.

  I sucked in air, and he grinned against my mouth with his fingers caressing the side of my face.

  “Tell me,” he urged, never stopping the torment of his lips against mine. “Do you know what it feels like to let go? Mmm…” he groaned, watching his fingers move from my cheek to my shoulder, sliding my bra straps down my arms. Leaving little kisses as he went. He removed my bra with one swift move, my breasts completely exposed and ready for him.

  “Do you know what I could do to you, baby? How I could make you feel?” he continued, kneading my nipple and then sucking it into his mouth. “Do you want that? Do you want me to make you come?”

  I moaned in response and his eyes glazed over as he went back up to my mouth,

  “Where, baby, where do you want me to touch you?” He cocked his head to the side, still not moving his lips from mine. “Where?” He slid his fingers down my stomach, slipping them into my panties. I just about came undone and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Another moan escaped my lips just from the anticipation of what he was going to do next.

  “Here?” he taunted, touching my folds.

  I didn’t say a word. I could barely breathe.

  He rubbed everywhere, except where I really wanted him too.

  “Or…” He pressed his fingers against my clit. “Here?”

  I loudly panted, which earned me a smile. He didn’t even try to hide it.

  I grabbed at the back of his neck for more leverage, I couldn’t take it anymore, as he played with my clit in a side-to-side motion.

  “Feels good, right?” he raspingly asked, as I continued to try to keep my fluttering eyes open.

  “Yes,” I finally whimpered.

  He slid his finger in between my lips, running it from my opening, back up to my clit. I could feel my wetness pooling and I subconsciously turned my face into his neck from embarrassment.

  “I love that you’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to fucking taste you, darlin’,” he growled as if reading my mind.

  He continued his torture for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of my slickness against his callused fingers. When he eased his finger into my opening, I whimpered again and he shoved his tongue into my mouth at the exact same time. Savoring both the taste and feel of me, and how my body was completely his to command as he held me beneath him. I melted against him, and into his touch, taking everything he was giving me and wanting more.

  “Oh, God, right there,” I panted into his mouth, when his finger angled somewhere deep inside me. He slipped another finger in and worked my pussy, pushing in and out with a steady rhythm making me squirm.

  Completely at his mercy.

  “Right there?” he mocked, pushing harder against it and my back arched off the bed. Allowing him to suck my nipple into his mouth.

  My body felt warm all over with the uncontrollable need for something to happen that would take away this ache that he was creating. When I felt his thumb manipulate my clit as his fingers continued to rub that sweet spot, I thought I was going to die.

  Right then and there.

  “I want you to come, baby, I want you to come so fucking hard that you squeeze the fuck out of my fingers.”

  The sound of his filthy words had my pussy pulsating. When he removed his fingers, I immediately felt his absence. He peered deep into my eyes and then licked his fingers clean. My mouth dropped open and before I could give it too much thought his fingers were back inside me as if they never left in the first place.

  “You know what else I want, darlin’?” He kissed me with a much more heated look in his eyes. “What I want more than anything?” He kissed me again. “Is for you to tell me what I need to hear.” He rubbed harder and faster, and my lips parted.

  “Until you do. You don’t get what you need.”

  And then the bastard stopped.

  I stood, leaning forward to grab her ankles. She gasped as I tugged her over to me until she was at the edge of the bed. Her eyes shuttered closed. I casually crouched down to the ground in between her legs, gripping the sides of her panties. I slid them down, never taking my eyes off her pretty, disheveled face, her chest rising and falling with every movement of my touch caressing down her legs. I brought her wet panties up to my face, and inhaled her sweet scent, then threw them to the side when I was done.

  I devoured every last fucking inch of her body with my gaze for the first time, taking in her beautiful naked glory. Starting from her rosy cheeks, down to her perfect, flushed, voluptuous tits that looked better from where I squatted. Right where I wanted to look the most.

  Her pussy.

  Her legs were spread wide open. Her pussy was the prettiest fucking shade of pink. Her breathing was heavy and deep, and her skin was warm. Sweat glistening off her flesh. Her clit was so exposed that I could see the bright red nub from where I was. She shined vibrantly with the pre-glow of her impending climax that I didn’t allow her to finish. The smell of her arousal was all around me, consuming me.

  “Now is not the time to get shy, suga’. I know what your pussy feels like when it’s about to come, and how your face gets flushed and your breathing gets heavy,” I taunted, placing her legs on the sides of my shoulders.

  I kissed along her knee, making my way down, slowly to where she needed me the most. Her breathing hitched when I reached her inner thigh, I roughly bit the soft tender area and she whimpered in response. I licked and nibbled around it to make it better.

  I glanced up at her with a mischievous glare, making sure to lick my lips as I continued my way down. I kissed her pubic area where she had a landing strip, nicely trimmed.

  “I fucking love that you have hair on your pussy, darlin’. I don’t want a little girl.”

  I faintly kissed her clit, resisting the goddamn urge to lick her fucking clean.

  She moaned and her head fell back.

  I silently laughed as she gyrated her hips against the bed, a silent plea to keep going.

  “Oh, trust me, baby, I want to.” I tenderly licked her nub.

  Exactly the way she wanted me to.

  Exactly the way she would love.

  “Oh my God,” she purred, shuddering.

  “I’ve barely licked you and you’re legs are already shakin’. That what you want, darlin’? For me to eat your pussy?”

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Here?” I murmured, sucking her clit into my mouth, enjoying the taste of her for a few seconds. Her legs tightened around me.

  I stopped again, sitting back on my heels. She immediately looked up at me, bewildered and aroused.

  “Oh my God!” she screamed out in frustration, but also in urgency. “You can’t do this to
me!”

  “I believe I just did.”

  Her head fell back and I crawled up her naked body to get to her face. “You smell that?” I asked, against her lips, kissing her. “You taste that?” I kissed her again. “That’s you.”

  Her eyes widened. Shocked by my forwardness.

  “It’s addicting. The taste of you, the feel of you, the love for you. I’m mad for you. You’re mine.”

  A single tear fell down the side of her face.

  “It’s just you and me, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere, and trust me, neither are you,” I stated in a possessive tone. “I’m yours.”

  Another tear fell and I kissed that one away.

  “Promise?”

  “Always.”

  She faintly smiled and whispered,

  “I love you.”

  We were halfway through the new school year.

  Lucas and Alex barely said two words to each other and that happened only when we were all together. Something came between them. Cole Hayes managed the unthinkable. He drove a wedge between them and gave Lucas a run for his money. Half-Pint finally admitted to me what’s been going on with her and Lucas for years. Since they were kids. I tried to call Lucas out on his bullshit behavior, for stepping into McGraw’s old shoes and sleeping with anything that had a pulse.

  There was a huge divide between them and I hated seeing Alex so torn up and hurt about it. Lucas, well Lucas just pissed me off. We were all young and stupid but little did we know they would spend years playing this cat-and-mouse game. The boys didn’t help the situation either. Dylan calmed down a bit about it, but I think it was just because I influenced him as much as I could.

  Though it wasn’t much.

  Jacob, well he was another story. He was probably one of the biggest factors as to why they stayed on different sides of the fence, fighting off their feelings that we all knew were there. He was as thickheaded as they come. Except, when Lily was around. I tried not to pay too much attention to it, just because she was still such a little girl.

  Austin, I genuinely cared for that boy. It was hard not to. There were times where I swear he would look at Dylan and I, with jealousy in his eyes. Not because he had any feelings toward me other than friendship, but because he wanted the intimacy that came with a relationship. It wasn’t the sex he craved, it was the emotional connection. Sometimes I felt as if he was as lonely as I was before I met Dylan. Maybe he was born that way too.