Page 50 of His Build

When she wrapped her fingers around it, he groaned.

Picking up the condom, he went to unwrap it, but she put her hand on his.

“Wait,” she said. Then she slid off the shelf and dropped to her knees in front of him. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting the saltiness of the moisture beading there. Then she opened her mouth and took him in.

Now it was Graydon’s turn to gasp. “I didn’t… I… oh my god, Lucy.”

His voice broke as he said her name, his fingers grasping her hair as she held the length of him in her mouth.

“Lucy, stop, I…” he said, then he backed away, holding her far enough away that she couldn’t reach him her mouth again.“I won’t be able to stop.”

She stood up, and he tilted his head down, nestling his forehead in the curve of her shoulder. “I don’t know what this is,” he whispered. “To feel like this…”

Lucy wrapped her arms around Graydon’s back, his t-shirt damp under her hands. “This,” she said, “is me taking off your shirt…” She pulled the cotton over his head. “And you taking me,” she whispered, tossing the shirt aside. Then she lifted herself onto the shelf and leaned back on her arms the way she had been on the dock, when she was waiting, her mind consumed with him.

She hadn’t meant to say it before, but she realized she meant it. There was no pretending in that moment. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. Not for a moment. Not when she was at the motel, on the drive home to the city, at her old place, which felt somehow not like her own. Not until right now in this moment when he was here in front of her and she didn’t have to think, she only had to be. She closed her eyes and drew her knees apart, knowing he could see all of her. Relishing the thought.

Lucy heard the crinkle of the wrapper and then, for a moment, silence. It felt like she was floating, her body throbbing. Then she felt the pressure of his cock against her opening.

“Yes,” she said.

He pulled away, and she opened her eyes, desperate for him, clutching at him. “I need you,” she said. “I’ve never needed anyone like this.”

With his eyes locked on hers, he obliged, thrusting himself into her, firm and full. She gasped with the feeling of it, the shock of pleasure jolting through her whole body like a lightning strike.

Graydon slipped his hand around the back of her head as he slid out of her. Then, gently tugging at her hair to tip her face to his as he had on the dock, his lips and tongue found hers. She felt his other hand go to her waist and then his thumb was on her clit, working it again so that the pressure increased with each thrust. Pleasure pulsed higher and higher until she crested with an ecstasy that tore through her like a thunderous ocean wave. She shuddered and rocked against him as his own body stiffened against her, and she knew he’d met her there.

For a moment she sat there wrapped around him, shaking, their bodies slick with sweat and a feeling like she’d been through a raging storm.

Then she pulled back. Graydon had his eyes closed. “That was incredible,” he said.

Itwasincredible.

But suddenly her stomach felt loose in her belly. What had she said to him just then? What had she said to him before? As she tumbled down from that dizzying peak, all the words she’d uttered as she was tossed on the waves came back to her like rocks, cold and hard as they thudded down around her.

She’d told him she’d been thinking about him all the time. That she needed him.

This was supposed to be a fling.

Graydon slid his hands down to her ribs and onto her hips.

“I could get used to this,” he said, finally opening his eyes. When he saw her face, his blissful smile dropped away. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” she said, pulling away from him.

Was she, though?

Once they had tugged their clothes back on and gone back down the ladder, Graydon suggested they go for a dip in the lake. It was nearly sunset, the sky tinged pink at the edges, It was cooler outside, but sweat still ran down Lucy’s back.

Truthfully, a swim was exactly what she wanted. But she didn’t want to do it here. She didn’t trust herself getting naked around him again—clearly it did things to her brain, made her say things she didn’t mean.

“I should get going,” she said. She wanted, suddenly, to be alone. She knew how to be alone. She didn’t know how to be with someone who made her feel like this. Someone who made her feel like she couldn’t breathe properly when they were around.

“You sure? I don’t know about you, but I’m sweating my ass off. That place is boiling even if you’re not doing… exercise up there,” he said as they walked back across the grass. Graydon threw an arm around her, grinning like a fool.

“I want to go home,” she said.

She felt him stiffen against her and he dropped his arm. “Did I say something wrong?”

---