Page 15 of Full Body Check

I get it now — why I’ve never gotten it — the whole one night stand thing. No matter what happens next, or doesn’t happen or that… Brewer Hayes is gonna stay with me far, far longer than one night.

It’s just the way it is.

The way I’m wired.

And the way he’s looking at me right now… as if he might just understand exactly what I’m thinking.

But I’ll be damned if I’m going to lie here and think myself out of this. I want this. Him. No regrets. And no flowery feelings to taint the memory with wishes of “what if.”

“My turn to taste you,” I shift gears in a sultry purr, his dick jerking against me in response.

“Too keyed up for that, babe,” he groans.

“I wasn’t asking.” I grin, in what I hope is frisky flirtation and push at his chest.

“You’re killing me,” he grumbles as he rises up on his knees, but forgets to be frustrated the second I start to follow him up, eyes wide, wild, and tracking my moves as I brace myself on one elbow.

Wow.It felt good-sized through his jeans, looked big when he stripped and joined me on the bed, but now… now he’s on his knees, straddling my chest, and I’m propped up, so it’s right in front of me, bird’s eye view… and it’s an eyeful. Brewer Hayes is hung.

Thick, long, and, again, right in front of me.

I will my hand to please stop trembling as I reach for him, the grip a stretch, and start a slow stroke. “Um, I,” — swallow down some of my nerves — “I haven’t given, uh, fellatio, since…”

“Gracie.”

“Hmm?”

“Gracie. Up here,” his voice holds a hint of humor, “look at me.” Embarrassed, intimidated, and caught at both, I’d rather look anywhere else, yet, for some reason, lock eyes with him anyway. “You don’t have to do this. I’m more than willing, ready, to love on you.”

“Hmph,” I huff with newfound gusto, made up entirely of stubbornness, and my lower head, the tip of my tongue just long enough to sample his milky pearl of pre-cum.

“Gracelyn,” he groans, a deep, manly, erotic sound that tickles my insides. “Let me help you, baby, if you really want it?” His hand’s in gradual motion, giving me time to change my mind before he finds hold on the back of my head… to prop it up for me.

“I…” I poke my tongue out again, straining to make it reach, “can’t.” I wince at the whiny pitch to my plea and give up, shaking off his hand and letting my head flop back into the pillow. “You’re too big, or I’m too small. And I wasn’t any closer to being a double-jointed contortionist the last time I did do this, whenever that was, than I am now, so, work with me? Please?”

I’m surprised to startle at his full-blown, from-the-gut laughter, his enormous body visibly shaking from it as he climbs off me and lies down beside me. “Ah, Gracie,” it’s still a faint chuckle, “God, you’re something. Something… extraordinary.”

I smile up at him, and with new zest, rearrange myself onto my hands and knees, motioning for him to stand at the side of the bed. “Much better.” The authentic excitement is matched by a little shimmy of my perched-in-the-air ass.

Brewer grabs his dick, and uses his other hand to tilt my chin. “Hey, Gracie?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want to hear about your past… experiences, with anyone who wasn’t me ever again. Got it?”

“Got it,” I murmur, my lips around the head of his dick.

And just like that… I’m doing this. Really doing this. Sucking off an almost stranger, revving up to the big moment and the beautiful ache I know he’ll leave between my legs.

Me.

Gracie “Always- Prim-and-Proper, Color-in-the-Lines” Bolton.

Damn, shouldn’t have thought about it — now I’m nervous all over again — which is why I slide my mouth off him and call out for the help I still highly suspect does, indeed, exist. “Alexa, play the song with the words ‘fuck you like an animal.’” The dirty beat to the filthiest, “mood” song I could think of starts booming through the room, and I peer up at him, my smirk clever. “I knew it, you do have Alexa streaming. ‘Only woman in this house is me,’ my ass. If you were wearing pants, they’d be on fire right now.”

His eyes taper, an unexpected anger glowing through the slits. “Alexa,” he snarls, “stop. Playing.”

“I’m just kidding around with you, High-Def Hayes. No need to turn off the animal-sex-we’re-about-to-have-soundtrack.”

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