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He walked over to his teammates, and I took the elevator up to my room. When I got inside, I fell onto my back on the bed and sighed happily.
That was the best date yet, for obvious reasons. It was like all the tension had been pounded out of us last night, and we were now both comfortable in each other’s presence. I was actually sad to part ways in the lobby.
My phone lit up with a text message.
Grayson: Were you really going to take a nap now?
Me: I was thinking about it. Why?
Exactly three seconds after I hit send, there was a very soft knock on my door. I peered through the peephole, then threw open the door.
Grayson smiled at me from the doorway. “Because I had other plans for you.”
36
Grayson
The date with Josie was fine. I actually enjoyed being around her now—all the little things that annoyed me at first now endeared me to her.
But an innocent brunch date wasn’t what I had in mind.
I’d spent the entire time at the restaurant fantasizing about all thefilthythings I wanted to do to this woman.
I stepped into her hotel room and pushed her up against the wall, searing my lips against hers. The way her body came alive underneath my grasp turned me on even more, if that was even possible. I was already hard as a rock, my swollen dickachingto feel Josie again.
But then she pushed me back and gazed up at me through her eyelashes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “But before you tell me what you want to do with me, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do toyou.”
She pushed against my chest, and I allowed her to guide me backwards to the bed. I sat on the edge, and she leaned down to kissme, her tongue swirling into my mouth in a way that made me wish we could stay in this hotel room for the rest of the night and never go out to dinner.
Then she went to her knees, unzipped my pants, and threaded my hard length through the hole. Her fingers tightened around the shaft while she examined me, eyeing my manhood like she was seeing it for the first time. Appreciating it the way I would appreciate the feel of a new hockey stick in my hands.
While maintaining eye contact with me, she wrapped her lips around the tip and began sucking me off.
I couldn’t tell what was better—watching this beautiful woman give me a blowjob, or the wonderful way her tongue swirled around my tip, a tornado of intense pleasure. Then she closed her eyes and bent to her task, moving her head up and down while stroking me steadily.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moaned.
Josie let out a tiny mewling sound, muffled by my thickness.
After a few strokes, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and said, “Describe what you want to do with me after this. I want to hear it while I suck you off.”
Her mouth enveloped my tip again. Fuck, it was hard to think while she was doingthatto me.
“I was going to tear off your clothes and eat you out the way I did last night,” I described.
That must have turned her on, because she began sucking and stroking faster.
“Just absolutely devouring your pussy,” I went on. “Treating it like the goddamn dessert after our brunch. Licking every inch of your pussy, and jamming my tongue as deep into you as it can go. And then, only when I’ve made you come a few times and you’re a dripping mess of a woman, do I fuck you.”
Josie responded by moaning loudly around my shaft.
“But not like last night,” I promised. “Today, I’m going to edgeyou. Give you just the tip. Then an inch at a time. Barely fucking you at all. Because I want you squirming and whimpering on the bed, pussycat. And then, only when you’rebeggingfor it, I’ll finally drive my cock into you and fuck you until we bothscream.”
She was moving quickly now, urged on by my erotic promises. She felt so goddamn good, I realized I was growing close.
