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I groan as I feel how wet she is.
“Oh, God,” she moans into my mouth, and yes, that’s exactly what I needed to hear to spur me to action.
I push my finger into her wet heat, and she gasps into my mouth as I keep kissing her. She’s still holding on around my neck, and she widens her legs a little more to give me more space to work with.
I thrust my finger in and out of her, and she shifts as she holds onto me, fisting my T-shirt before digging her nails into my shoulders. She moans with every slow, languid thrust in, and when I pull my finger out to coat her clit with her own wetness, I’m rewarded with a sweet gasp followed by a cry of need. I growl as the need to chase my own release starts to pull at me.
I slide my finger back in and add a second one this time, and she’s so fucking wet. She’s primed and ready for me, and I want with everything inside me to slide into that tight, sweet cunt.
I didn’t bring any condoms with me, though.
Or lube, not that she needs it.
I nibble on her neck for a few beats before I suck her earlobe into my mouth, and then I ask softly, “Where are the condoms?”
She freezes for a beat, and I pull back to catch her eyes with mine even though my fingers don’t stop driving into her.
Hers are hazy and heated as she says, “I, uh…I don’t have any. Kelly might.”
I nod. “Where?”
She shrugs, and it’s probably weird to have a conversation about her roommate while I’m fingering her, so I drop my lips back to hers as I drive into her a few more times, picking up the pace a bit to a steady rhythm before I pull my fingers out, leaving her teetering on a needy edge.
“Don’t stop, Grayson. Please don’t stop,” she begs.
Jesus.
Why is hearing her beg me so fucking hot?
I stare down at her for a few beats, feeling like the most powerful man in the world as I hold her pleasure in my literal hands. I drop my lips to hers again for a short kiss, and then I kneel down. The counter is about at the perfect height for me to treat myself to a delicious meal of pussy.
I push her knees open wider, and I slide my tongue through her folds that are slick with need. The tang of her flavor is fucking addicting, and as I push my tongue inside her, she leans back, her palms on the counter behind her as she thrusts her pussy against my face.
I slide my fingers back into her, and I take her clit between my lips. As I suck on it, her hips buck toward me as she becomes greedy for pleasure.
Her thighs start to quiver, and I know she’s right at the edge. I suck a little harder and thrust my fingers a little faster.
“Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!” she moans as her pussy tightens around my fingertips and a fierce orgasm rips through her. She clings onto me, her fingernails clawing at my neck as the pulses of pleasure surround her.
I keep driving my fingers into her and sucking on her clit as she crests through her release. I kiss her thigh as she lies fully back on the counter, and I murmur against her skin. “Fuck, baby. That gorgeous cunt feels so tight and perfect.” My voice is low as I think about how much I want her wrapped around my cock.
I’m not sure how we went from you hung up on me last night to this, but I’ll take this over fighting every damn day of the week.
All I can do is hope that I can figure out a way to break my historical pattern of fucking everything up. Because right now, in this moment, there’s nothing I want more than to be able to make those promises to her as I do everything I can to hold onto her.
Chapter 40: Ava Maxwell
He Wants to Have Sex. Again. With Me.
He pulls his fingers out of me, and a long, deep, satisfied sigh escapes me as he slips my panties back into place. Once the waves of pleasure have waned, I finally sit up and open my eyes to find his. His normally bright blue eyes are black as night with lust, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a hotter sight in my twenty-five years on this Earth.
It’s Grayson Nash. It’s still absolutely surreal to me that he’s any part of my life at all, and now he’s admitted he has feelings for me that he can no longer deny.
It’s like in the recesses of my mind, of course this was going to happen. It makes perfect sense. We were always destined to end up right here.
But I still can’t believe it’s actually happening.
It’s a literal dream come true. He is a literal dream come true, and whatever that crush was has definitely found its way to something deeper, something real, something terrifying. Something mutual. Something perfect.
