Grayson - Page 72

“No,” he said, shaking his head, his hot breath on my neck like fire. “Let me please you, baby. Let me show you how much I fucking love you,” he whispered huskily against my neck.

“O… okay,” I said, his words registering.

His hand wrapped around my cock, pulsing, squeezing as he pushed me back against the couch, dropping to his knees. He opened my legs with a force that I swear could have popped my hip out of its joint. Grayson licked the inside of my thigh, tracing lines up to my shaft.

“You’re going to do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?” he asked, the command in his voice evident.

The anxiety in me ebbed. Giving up control was not easy for me, but with Grayson… I knew I could.

He would make it all okay. He would fix the broken parts of me. I wanted him to lead.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said.

Grayson smirked. “Good boy,” he said, and he swallowed my cock, deep-throating me in one swift move.

“Fuck!” I said, feeling my balls tighten, my orgasm already starting to form.

Grayson let up, removing his mouth from my cock, appraising me with a heated gaze as my angry cock throbbed with need. I tried to catch my breath. “Turn over,” he said, his gaze darkening.

“What…”

“I said, turn over. Show me that pretty little ass of yours,” he growled. “I want to taste you.” His tone was all business, but there was a playfulness to it as well.

The faintest twist of his lips gave him away. “Unless… you don’t want me to…”

I turned over faster than you could flip a pancake.

I absolutely wanted to, and my cock was in mutual agreement. I wanted things to be different this time.

I needed Grayson to understand how much I trusted him.

Grayson spread my cheeks almost instantly, and the onslaught of his tongue along my tight pucker, warm and wet, made me curse again. I braced myself against the couch, my legs tightening as he relentlessly licked me until I felt the faintest pressure.

I squeezed my cheeks, my thighs stiffening.

“You okay baby?” he asked, his lustful voice tinged with concern.

I closed my eyes, arching myself back on his finger, taking a little more.

“Yes,” I said, catching my breath. My leaking cock brushed against the cushions, the friction maddening.

I was so consumed with desire I didn’t know if I needed to fuck my hand or be fucked. Maybe both.

“You like that?” Grayson cooed, sliding another finger in, stretching me, slowly, taking his time, letting me adjust.

I nodded as I let my forehead fall against the cushions. “Yes,” I said.

I had the faintest feeling of déjà vu as my voice reverberated in my brain.

“You like that, Grayson?” I said as I slid my hand along his thigh, his legs forcing me closer, edging my cock against his entrance.

“Yes,” he said, his words hazy and dark.

I gripped the back of the couch as memory spilled forth.

“Fuck,” I said. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.

Grayson removed his fingers, his tongue probing me once more, and I cried out as another memory pushed forth.