Page 50 of Outcast
He bobbed his head, taking me deeper, swallowing around me. I anchored my hands in his hair, holding tight as I tried to hold on to my composure.
His mouth was too good. He was too sexy.
“Stop,” I gasped.
He drew back, lips shiny with spit, and wiped his chin on his arm. “What’s wrong? You okay?”
I bit my lip hard, staving off my orgasm. “Didn’t want to come.”
He smirked. “Coming is kind of the point, golden boy.”
I grabbed his arm, tugging. He rose to his feet, bracing his hands against the car on either side of me. With his body on all sides, I was trapped—but I couldn’t think of anyplace I’d rather be.
“Just want to kiss you when—” I stopped short, biting my bottom lip. Was it weird that I wanted him kissing me when I came? The surprise in his eyes confirmed that it was. “Sorry, never mind.”
Gray pried my lip from my teeth, then leaned in and kissed me so gently my face heated with embarrassment. He must have thought I was ridiculous.
“C’mon, where’s your head, Em?” he murmured, pulling back. “Don’t you think I want to kiss you? I love this mouth.”
He kissed me again, slow and sweet, and the burn of arousal slowly overtook my embarrassment at not doing a guy hookup the right way. I slid my fingers into his hair, already addicted to the silky feel of it, and met his tongue with mine.
He groaned, pressing closer, his hard cock grinding against my hip. Which was when I remembered that this poor man hadn’t gotten an ounce of relief.
I fumbled to open his jeans. “Should we?—”
“Fuck yes,” he said, his hand closing around my shaft while I tugged his cock out of his jeans. Our bodies were pressed too closely for me to see it, but it was thick and hot in my hand.
Damn. Why was that so sexy?
I squeezed and stroked, and the kiss turned filthy—just tongues and panting and groans as we jerked each other off. I lost it first, which made sense because I’d been on the edge since Gray first put his mouth on me. I cried out against his mouth, my whole body spasming as my cock pulsed in his hand.
He squeezed my cock, prolonging the orgasm, milking me of every drop.
I lost the plot somewhere, too caught up in my climax to keep stroking Gray. He flexed his hips, fucking his cock through the tunnel of my fist, then cursed as he went rigid.
He shuddered against me, and hot cum flooded my palm.
We stood together, leaning against the car, as our breathing calmed. I expected Gray to pull away and clean up. Tell me thanks for the fun. Move on.
Instead, he kissed me again. Softly.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Good.” That word didn’t really do it justice. “Amazing. Incredible, really.”
“Yeah?” He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners, softening his harder features. “So no regrets, then?”
It shocked me then to realize I wasn’t the only one with insecurities. That Gray might be concerned with my reaction to being with a guy for the first time.
“No, of course not. You were great.”
He nodded once. “Good. Because I’m not done with you.”
My heart skipped. “You’re…not?”
He stepped back, turning to grab his T-shirt from where he’d flung it on the hood of the car.
“Nope.” He mopped up, then handed over his shirt so I could do the same. “If you think this was good, just wait, golden boy. I’ve got a whole lot more I can show you.”
