Page 63 of Losing Forever
“Your pussy is so hot on my dick,” he whispers in my ear. “It feels so good, so tight. I'll never get enough of this sweet cunt.” He thrusts harder. “Can you feel how much I want you? How much I love fucking you? It's better than I imagined, and I imagined plenty. Fuck me, Braylee. Ride my dick, and I'll make you come.”
He lets me go enough for my feet to touch the floor. I bounce on top of his lap, taking him so deep he hits my cervix, but I don't stop. I can't. I want to keep going, but I also want to come. He feels so good. I'm on fire, burning inside and out.
He squeezes my nipples, sucks on my neck, turns my head toward him, and kisses me hard and deep.
I shatter, screaming into his mouth as he muffles my cries. My back bows and my insides convulse over and over, wringing his thick, hot cock.
He pulls his lips away and in a strained voice whispers, “You feel amazing when you orgasm.” With his hands on my hips, he pounds into me, filling me deeper than before, and I love it. I love everything about this moment.
When I come down from the stratosphere—or back to life, because I might have died and gone to heaven—Grayson's mouth is at my ear. “My turn to come.”
He puts me on my feet, and I'm surprised I don't collapse. My legs feel like wet noodles, my body sated and thrumming.
It takes me a moment to realize what Grayson is doing. He's finishing himself off and coming in the sink. His big strong body contracts, his muscles rippling, his face in ecstasy. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
Faster than seems possible, his features shift from sated to determined. He cleans himself off with paper towels, and he rinses his cum from the sink. Next, he turns to me, where I stand half-dazed with my pants still down. But then, my hands are still pinned in my shirt.
He wipes me down, tugs up my jeans, redoes my bra and shirt then kisses my lips.
I glimpse myself in the mirror. The collar of my cotton tee is wider, but it’s not as stretched out as I thought it’d be. My hair is everywhere, hanging in a mess around my face. Just-fucked hair, and I couldn't care less. I feel like I've been jackhammered between my legs, and I'm certain it will show when I walk, but I don’t care about that either. Something else is on my mind.
“You came in the sink,” I say, confused.
Grayson bounces his brows. “I came hard, too. Did you like watching? It looked like you did.” He beams with pride.
“Yes. I did.” Why lie? “But why did you come in the sink and not in me? Can you not come in a girl or something?”
He blinks and then lets out a short laugh. “I can come in a girl just fine. I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
Oh.Oh!“Grayson, are you clean?” It's out before I can stop it. I don't want to offend him, but we just had unprotected sex and, from what I know, he's a man-whore.
“I'm clean. I get tested regularly. To be safe. I have a picture of the report on my phone if you want to see it. I don't have unprotected sex like that. I didn't think about it until after I was inside you. It's fucked up, right? What about you? Did you remember?”
He doesn't appear to be worried. “No. I forgot too, and I've never had unprotected sex, either.”
“I swear I always glove the big guy. Gotta keep him safe.” He kisses my lips—once, twice, three times, as if he can't help himself. “I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Promise.”
“How do you know we'll be doing it again?” I tease, because this sweet side of him is a bit overwhelming. I mean, isn’t he a one-fuck-and-done kind of guy?
“You didn't scream my name. That's how I know.” He grabs my cheeks, kisses me, sucks on my bottom lip, groans, and then pulls away. “I fucking love your lips. Have I told you that? They're plump, soft, and perfect just like you. My kinky girl.” He winks. “We just joined the mile-high club.”
“You’re not a member already?”
“You're my first.” He runs his thumb over my lip, kisses me again, and forces himself back with a grunt. “I need to get away from you and fast. Wait a minute before leaving.” He opens the door and slips outside before I can blink.
I stare around the tiny airplane bathroom that I just had sex in with Grayson. Did this actually happen or am I still in a coma, dreaming?
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Grayson
Imake my way to our seats in the back of first class. The plane is big, with two bathrooms in the front and two in the back for the first-class passengers. Still, I can't believe we got away with having sex without getting a knock on the door.
Luck? I don't know, but I've never had sex like that before. The plane factor is a rush in itself. Getting caught is an additional high. Then there's Braylee and the way she floors me with her dirty mind.
I never would have suggested we have sex on a plane for our first time, let alone when we're flying to her childhood home so she can say good-bye for good.
It's fucked up, but I can't bring myself to regret it. She is nothing like I imagined she'd be—everything I've ever fantasized about in a woman, only better. Luck hasn't been on my side much lately, but I can't think of anything other than luck that brought her to me.
