Page 34 of Grease Monkey
No, Morgana. Stay strong.
“Hey.” He presses his lips to mine, but mine remains straight and motionless, my teeth digging into the flesh of my lower one as I demand my body not to react. I will not react. I will not sink into his kisses like I desperately want to. This behavior cannot be condoned, and he needs to know that.
He chuckles to himself, dotting kisses across my jaw, my cheeks, my nose. “C’mon, Ana Banana, don’t be pissed. I’m the one who should be pissed. You elbowed me in the dick.”
“You deserved it,” I say, moving my head as he tries to take advantage of my lips parting and instead meets my chin. “I texted you saying I’d see you tomorrow. I didn’t think you’d break into my room and attack me like that.”
He pulls back, his arms bracketing my head, his eyes darting between mine. “Shit, I really scared you, didn’t I?”
I nod while a mixture of embarrassment and calmness slowly replace my shock. He frowns, opening and closing his mouth as he thinks.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry I elbowed you.” I swallow thickly and brush my thumb over the bulge in his sweats. I look up, meeting his dark eyes, and bite my lower lip. He covers my hand with his, pushing firmly over his growing erection, and smirks.
“I am in a lot of pain,” he says, the light from the bathroom making his eye shine mischievously.
I cock a brow. “I bet.”
“I know how you could make it feel better.” My pulse ricochets in my ears as he stretches his hand out, and his finger plays with my bottom lip. “But only if you—”
“I want to,” I say, the high-pitched words tumbling out in a rush.
“Are you sure? I was only joking,” he asks, brushing my curls from my face. I nod, my voice disappearing. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’m more than happy with your hand, baby—”
I cut him off, wrapping my trembling hand around his neck and tug him down, kissing him long and deep. He pulls away, a wide grin crossing his face.
His finger runs across my lips again. “I’ve been dying to get inside this mouth.”
I feel like I could wretch, and not because I’ll be gagging on his dick pretty soon. But as soon as his mouth slants back over mine and his hands go under my thighs, I melt into him. No longer nervous. He guides my legs to wrap around his waist before he slowly gets to his feet and carries me over to the bed.
Every touch is gentle, the way he lays me down, removes my shirt, and pulls down my pants, leaving me in my underwear. He ghosts his pointer finger down the center of my chest, from the hollow dip at my throat, between my breasts and stopping at my belly button. Resting a knee on the mattress, he tugs his Henley over his head, the muscles in his chest jumping under my gaze as he drops it, and it falls to the ground. When he deftly unbuttons his jeans, I squirm, his slow movements like a striptease. I can’t stand it. I need to touch him.
But first…
“The door,” I whisper, my eyes drafting behind him briefly.
He looks over his shoulder. “You kinky girl. I have been wondering if you had a voyeurism kink since that day in the garage.”
“Please don’t talk about another girl sucking your dick when I’m just about to,” I say with narrowed eyes. He grins cheekily. “What I meant was, can you lock the door?”
“Oh, right.” He hops off the bed and locks it, coming straight back, his knees resting against the bottom of the mattress as his searing hot gaze rakes down my body. He squeezes his cock through his boxers, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Just for the record, I know you’re going to be so much better than anyone else.”
Oh God, the pressure. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.
He climbs onto the bed and shuffles toward me, his thighs brushing mine as he crawls up either side of my legs. He leans down so we’re chest to chest and kisses me. I moan, my anxiety downgrading slightly when his tongue slips past my lips and strokes softly over mine. I want more of him. Ineedmore of him. His fingers thread into the waistband of my panties, and I tilt my hips upward, letting them slide under my ass and down my legs.
“I’ve been dreaming about what it would be like to have you come apart on my tongue,” he says.
Erm, what? He wants to go down on me too? Is he serious?Not once did that cross my mind. Okay, maybe it did; it’s not as if Shay is reserved when it comes to her sex life, but I’ve been so focused on being the one to go down on him, it sort of slipped my mind that he might want to return the favor. Shit.
I firmly push at his chest. “Can we… um… can we…?”
Urgh, why is this so embarrassing?
“What?” he asks, dropping his head to kiss my neck.
I slide a hand into his hair, holding him to my skin and using the opportunity of not having his eyes on me to ask, “Can we do it together?”
