Page 17 of Grease & Grips
His eyes don’t leave mine. “Is that what you think?”
“I guess. Everything’s just… a lot. I want to let go and go where the wind takes me.”
“I could be the wind,” he says after a beat.
My eyes snap to his. “What do you mean?”
He lifts one hand and rests it against my chest, right over my heart. “Do you trust me?”
“I just met you.”
“Okay. And? Do you think I’ll hurt you?”
Doesn’t take me long to figure that one out. He’s not gonna. There’s something in the way he touches me. Something in theway he’s seen every crack in me tonight and hasn’t once pulled away.
So I shake my head.
“Good,” he says, and that smile creeps in again. “Then let me take it from here.”
“To do what?”
He leans in, brushing his lips over mine. “Let me make it easy for you.”
That first kiss is soft, a brush of the lips offering me the sweetest taste of him. He stays close after. Close enough that I can feel his breath on my lips, giving me only a second to catch up before he goes in again.
“Here’s what I think, Mack.”
Another kiss. A little more firm this time. Like punctuation.
“I think I want to strip you out of those clothes,” he murmurs, hands grazing the hem of my shirt. “Nice and slow.”
His mouth brushes mine again, barely there. He’s too steady. Way too calm for what he’s doing to me.
“Then I want to get on my knees and wrap my mouth around your cock.”
I let out this stupid noise I didn’t mean to and of course he grins like he won something.
“I want to get you right to the edge,” he whispers, tongue flicking behind my ear, “so close it hurts.”
This next kiss is to my throat. He lingers there, lips dragging slow over the spot where my pulse’s hammering. I bet he can feel it, that thud-thud-thud, the proof of what he’s doing to me.
“But I’m not gonna let you cum.”
I gasp and grab at the nasty-ass couch under us, hips bucking up against him chasing some friction for my throbbing cock.
“Then I want you to eat my ass,” he says, matter-of-fact and filthy as sin, “until I’m writhing under you.”
I’m shaking now, fully gone, and he knows it.
“And once you’ve gotten your fill,” he breathes, thumb brushing my lower lip, “I want you to fuck me.”
He kisses me again and he pulls away looking so cocky and delicious.
Meanwhile I’m halfway to moaning or blacking out. Could go either way.
“Can you do that for me, Mack?”
The nod he gets is quick and desperate. I’m so turned on I can barely think straight. Eager in a way where I might die if he doesn’t touch me again soon.
