Page 41 of Gray Area

“Because you weren’t in class,” I whisper, my eyes scanning his face and dropping to his lips, which are just inches from my own.

His lack of response makes me suddenly ashamed for admitting it. “Forget it.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why were you upset I wasn’t in class?” His eyes bore into mine. It’s a lot. I try to look away, but he puts his fingers against my cheek gently to keep me looking at him. “Tell me,” he encourages softly, sounding almost pleading. But I must have misheard because that isn’t Declan. He is hard and strong.

“Cause I like you,” I finally say.

Declan’s eyes flare at my response. And then his mouth crashes into mine. I part my lips instantly and give him access to me. His tongue slides inside my mouth, his hunger and passion mixing with my own as our tongues massage each other’s. I moan into his mouth and it spurs him further.

Declan grabs my waist and lifts me, pushing me farther back on the futon so that he can crawl over me. He takes the other hand and pushes the back down, causing the frame to groan in agitation, but he nudges easily between my legs now that it is a flat surface.

I push my hands into his hair, the short strands so silky, as our mouths continue to duel with each other. I whimper and moveboth hands under his sweatshirt, desperate to feel him. His skin is warm, and I feel his muscles clench under my touch. When my palm hits his stomach, Declan groans and pushes his hips into me. Even through all our clothes, my senses become alive and desperate.

Declan breaks our kiss, and I make a sound of discontent from the loss, but he quickly sheds his shirt and pulls my hands back onto his chest before he recaptures my mouth. I explore his chest unrestrained as we continue kissing. He is so strong, and his chest is a rock of muscle, with smooth skin and a sprinkle of dark hair.

Declan’s hands go to my waist and he pushes up my shirt, and I desperately move my hands to help him. I pull my arms through the holes and move to take it off, but Declan refuses to break the kiss. He cups the back of my head with one hand and braces us with his other hand as he works one thigh against me. I shift my hips up to rub myself shamelessly against his knee, the pressure hitting me in all the right ways, exciting me even more.

Declan works his mouth down to my neck, and when he comes to the shirt now bunched around my throat, he moves his mouth from me and removes the shirt quickly over my head. He then resumes his open-mouth kissing of my neck. I arch into him and he lays me back, pushing my bra up and pulling one of my nipples into his mouth.

Declan bites gingerly on my puckered nipple, and I groan then gasp as the sensation lights me up all over. I arch up, trying to get closer into his frenzied mouth. He continues to suck at me and then he moves to the other breast. My bra slides up, and without detaching himself from my body, he reaches up and rips the bra apart, sending it to the side.

I continue to run my hands over his body and move my hips against his thigh, seeking the friction I desperately need. Declan slides his lips down my stomach and pulls my jeans button open.He sits back quickly and pulls my jeans and thong off me. I scissor my legs to help him take them all the way off and then I’m bare to him.

Declan’s eyes slide to mine and he looks at me, his breath ragged. “Declan, don’t stop,” I whisper, and it’s all the signal he needs. He drops to his knees on the side of the futon and puts my legs up over his shoulders.

“Fuck, Vivian, you have the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says just millimeters away from my core. His hot breath makes me whimper as it hits my clit.

Declan flattens his tongue against me, and I moan loudly at the heat and pressure, all of it perfect, all of it right. His hand grabs my ass and he lifts my hips, bringing my core closer to him as he feasts on me. He uses his tongue and lips and teeth. “You taste incredible, Vivian,” he murmurs against me, and the vibration of his deep voice sends me soaring to another level.

Declan has me close to finishing, my gasps and moans so desperate to my ears, but I have no shame or embarrassment about any of it. The sensations are so good, and I don’t care about anything else. “Declan,” I whimper as he brings me just to the edge. At my voice, he shifts and slides a finger inside me. I moan loudly. Declan slides another finger inside me and curls up, then latches onto my clit, and I fly apart. Pleasure extends out from my core all through my limbs, and I cry out his name as I come.

Declan slides up and covers my mouth with his own. I reach for his jeans and get them unbuttoned and unzipped in record time, slipping my hands around to the back to push them down. I am ready for the main event.

Declan reaches back and grabs my hands. Breaking our kiss, he fixes his gray-blue gaze on me. “Vivian.”

“What?” I ask breathlessly. Declan stares back at me, just as breathless.

“We don’t have to—”

“I want you, Declan,” I say, cutting him off, my words coming out as a plea.

He searches my eyes for a second more and then he releases my hand and resumes kissing me on a groan. I push his jeans just under his muscular ass, freeing his hard cock. I reach and take him in my hand. His shaft is hard and hot, but the skin is so soft. Like the man it’s a part of.

I can’t completely circle my hand around him, and as I stroke, I finally realize how long he is. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone, and he is for sure bigger. The thought of it all should scare me but it doesn’t. Instead I feel my pussy clench, like the deprived slut she is, ready to take him.

I stroke down his length, but Declan grabs my hand and stops me. He reaches back to his jeans and grabs his wallet, steadying it against the futon with one free hand. With his mouth still on mine, he digs in it until he produces a condom.

I pluck it from his hand and break our kiss, bringing the package to my teeth. I rip it open and then I swat his hand off the one covering mine on his cock. I roll the sheath over his length, watching his cock twitch in my hand at the sensation. I look up and meet his gaze, licking my lips.

Declan thrusts one hand into my hair and smashes my mouth to his. He slides his free hand under my hips and lifts me like I am nothing, bringing us farther onto the futon together. He reaches down and rubs the tip of his cock over my wet and waiting pussy.

When he nudges my entrance, I reflexively lift, ready for him to be inside me. He pushes in slowly until he is fully sheathed by my heat. I stretch deliciously around him, but it’s not enough, just him there, inside me. “Vivian,” he mutters against my lips, “I need you so fucking bad. I don’t know how gentle I can be.”

I move my legs up and around his hips, pulling him to me. “Please, Declan, please fuck me,” I say desperately. I have never uttered those words during any intimate time with anyone. But they are the only way I can describe what I need him to do in this moment.

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