Page 36 of Lilies in Autumn

It’s an interesting turn of events, to say the least.

There’s a tug on my jeans and I lift my hips, watching his face as he takes in the skin slowly becoming visible. His thumb rubs right over my pubic bone, sending chills down my spine and a rush of wetness between my thighs. He seems mesmerized by the stupid bow on my panties. They’re one of my favorite pairs, even though they offer no coverage and no one besides me has ever seen them before. I put them on this morning in the hopes that they would bring me good luck and confidence for my first day of college. My lingerie manifested this without my knowledge.

With my pants strangling my thighs, Grey looks back up at me, telling me to stop him again. I appreciate that he’s checking in on me, making sure he has one hundred percent consent before he continues, but I know what I want, and it’s to feel his mouth against me. I return his gaze, feeling myself get wetter at the sight of this larger-than-life man on his knees for me. “No, Grey. Don’t stop,” I plead. It almost sounds like I’m whining. Tomorrow, or later today, I’m sure I’ll care, but right now I can’t be bothered to. His answering smirk lets me know that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, drawing this out as long as he can to make sure that I’m out of my mind for him. Such an asshole.

Finally, he shoves my pants down to my ankles and lifts my legs, hooking them over his head so that my thighs rest near his ears but my feet are bound by my jeans. In this position, I can’t move, not that I want to, but I am completely at his disposal. He’s looking at me with hunger, his eyes set on the strip of black satin between us. I shift my hips, pressing my pelvis closer to him, urging him to do something, anything, while I’m on display like this for him.

“Fuck,” he groans, lifting one hand to trace the seam of my panties before running his finger down one side of my lips. “You’re so wet for me, vixen.” His other hand comes up, tracing the other side slowly. He’s doing nothing more than petting the edges of my sex, teasing my folds before pulling back. Every time I’ve touched myself, I’ve done so with a detached efficiency, intent on the orgasm that I knew awaited me at the end of my ministrations. I’ve never trailed my fingers through my folds with butterfly touches, not like what Grey’s doing to me now.

His fingers part me, pulling my thong to one side and exposing me to his view. He’s seen me before, hell, his fingers were inside of me last night, but his closeup of the most intimate part of myself is almost unnerving. Warm air blows on me before I feel the press of his tongue against my slit. Flattening his tongue against me, he laps at me, tasting me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever had. His movements are slow, unhurried, but expert; he spears his tongue into my opening, pushing in and out just like our fingers did last night. My head falls back, absorbing how good each new sensation feels.

His hands snake around my thighs, pulling my legs wider apart while pressing his face deeper into my wetness. His mouth finds my clit, sucks it between his lips, and all coherent thoughts go out of my brain. “Holy fucking shit, Grey.” I bow off the desk, grabbing his head and keeping it exactly where it is. Grey chuckles against my sex, lifting his head to smirk at me.

“You taste fucking delicious, baby. Do you like how I eat this pussy?”

“God, yes.”

Rubbing lazy circles over my clit with his thick fingers, Grey demands, “Whose pussy is this, vixen?”

“Mine.” Grey growls, sounding feral, and offers a sharp slap between my thighs.

“Try again.”

“You’re the only man to touch me between my thighs, and you know it.”

He returns his attention to my clit, parting my lips and circling the bundle of nerves. “Say pussy, baby.” Since we met, he’s interchanged vixen, baby, and my name. I’m not sure which endearment I like more. He puts his mouth back on me, sucking my clit back into his mouth, raking his teeth over it before releasing me. “Say it, baby. Say pussy for me.”

“Pussy,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” His deep voice and the praise he gives me sends goosebumps down my exposed arms. If he notices, he doesn’t say, instead diving back into my pussy like he’s starving for it. He alternates hard, punishing bites with gentle suction and slow licks, sending every nerve ending fucking wild. I tighten my grip on his hair, grinding into his mouth as he eats at me like a five-course meal.

“That’s right, baby, ride my face.” Thick fingers push into me, hooking at an angle that has me seeing double. I feel the sweat dripping down my brow, hear the pants and moans and slurping between our bodies, and do not doubt that I’ll need another shower before my afternoon class. But at this moment, with Greyson worshiping at the altar between my thighs, I welcome the sweat, the messiness.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Yes, I’m so close, Greyson.”

“Good, come all over my fucking face.” Grey increases the speed of his fingers, moving them quickly, as though this orgasm is for both of us, and he couldn’t wait to get there. His mouth latches onto my clit, sucking in rhythm to his fingers. He’s fucking me and sucking me at the same time, and I can’t hold back my release any longer. Like a live wire, I go off, arching and writhing all over the desk while keeping Grey’s head in my hands. He holds me through my orgasm, licking me as I come back down and relax against the desk.

I’m so high on dopamine from the intense orgasm that I almost miss the click of the door. Grey and I whip our heads toward the classroom’s door, relieved to find it closed and the room empty, save for us.

Grey rights my panties, placing a chaste kiss over the bow. I laugh, humored at his interest in such a frivolous adornment.

“Something funny, vixen?”

I shake my head. “No, I’m just making note that you like bows. I’ll make sure to remember that in the future.”

The Viking between my legs rolls his eyes. “I don’t have a thing for bows. I just like you wrapped up like a gift for me.” He lifts my legs from his shoulders and places them on the floor. Grabbing my hands, he pulls me to stand in front of him before working my pants up my legs, over my ass, until once again they’re buttoned at my waist. Standing in front of me, the outline of Grey’s dick is pressed against his jeans. “That looks painful,” I comment.

Grey laughs without humor. “I’ll survive. Did you eat yet? There’s a diner close by, JJ’s.”

“Well, other than the coffee that assaulted me, I haven’t had anything. I should probably go back to my dorm, though.” I look down at my rumpled clothes. “I look like I just had sex. I probably smell like it, too.”

“You look perfect, but if you want to go back to your dorm, I’ll drive you before we grab breakfast.”

I raise a brow at his assuredness. “You seem pretty sure that I’ll agree to eat with you.”

“Ava, you had a coffee shower this morning and just got mouth-fucked on a desk. You need food, otherwise, you’ll pass the fuck out before your afternoon class.”

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