Only, in reality, my old high school principal was a balding man with a beer belly and chronic halitosis. Gross.
When his nose brushes the skin of my cheek, his lips moving closer to my ear, I bite my bottom lip and fight back a whimper. At an agonizingly slow pace, his lips ghost over the skin below my ear, and goosebumps prickle up all over my body, making me sigh.
“I don’t…” I begin, my brain losing temporary connection with my mouth when his teeth graze the tender skin of my neck. “Can’t…”
Suddenly, one of his hands has moved from beside me and is quickly unbuttoning my jeans. It takes him no time at all, and I gasp when he slips the hand inside and begins sliding his fingers back and forth between my legs, teasing me.
“Can’t?” he inquires before nipping at my neck again and inducing a shudder through my frame. “Why not?”
“It’s…” I pant as he presses his fingertip against my clit, making me thrust my hips into his touch. My body temperature rises, my heart beats so loud and fast it’s almost hard to hear anything else. My fingers curl against the wood of the door behind me as he continues his sensual massage. “It’s embarrassing.”
He groans, the vibration of the deep, throaty sound sending a jolt straight through me. I throw my arms around his neck and thrust my fingers into his hair. “There’s nothing embarrassing about me fucking your mouth. And based on how wet you are, I’d say you quite liked it.”
I never in a million years thought that hearing such words would make my body react so positively. I always figured that if I’d heard anything so crass, I’d either laugh maniacally or be completely repulsed. But there’s something about Greyston talking dirty in the heat of the moment that turns me on even more. Maybe it’s because he’s usually so chivalrous and proper.
Whatever the reason, my entire body hums with anticipation of the next filthy thing to come out of his mouth.
“Did you have something special planned for later?” he asks, his hand moving back as he sinks his fingers into me, making me bite back another loud moan.
“I wanted…wanted…” I’m having trouble speaking as his fingers move in and out of me slowly, curling and pressing, pushing and sliding. “Repay…last night…” My ability to speak is apparently on the fritz, but I think he understands—at least, I hope to hell he does.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers, sounding a little stunned. He removes his hand from between my legs—much to my dismay—and pulls his face away from my neck, smiling. “You don’t have to repay me. I didn’t do it so you’d feel obligated to reciprocate. I got just as much pleasure from going down on you as you did.”
My cheeks warm, and I look up at him through my lashes. “Somehow I doubt that to be entirely accurate,” I tease, thankful that I’m once again able to form a coherent sentence—even if that means Greyston’s not feeling me up. I shrug. “I wanted to…try. The problem is, I’ve never…” He’s silent, so I continue. “So I thought I’d research a little. I don’t want to suck.”
“Well,” Greyston says with a cocky smirk, making me regret the last bit of my confession. “Technically—”
While I’ll always be grateful for the way he’s able to lighten an embarrassing moment, I can’t help but stare at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “You know what I mean!” I cry, swatting his chest playfully.
“I do,” he assures me with a chuckle. “But I want you to know that I don’t expect oral sex in return every time I go down on you—you’d get pretty exhausted if that were the case.” While I know he’s kind of-sort of kidding, hearing that he intends to spend a lot of time with his face between my legs makes me a little weak-kneed—and even more turned on.
I pull his face back to mine, kissing him deeply and coaxing a groan from him as his hands fall to my hips. Snaking an arm between us, I undo his pants and slip a hand into them, gripping his hardening length and working it from base to tip. He moans his approval against my lips, bringing his hands up and threading his fingers into my hair. Needing him right here and now, I release my hold on his erection.
“Don’t,” he orders gruffly, eyes soft—pleading. “Please, don’t stop, baby.” I listen to him, squeezing a little harder and watching his eyes fall shut as his groan fills the room. “God damn…best fucking way to come home.”
I look up at him, the lusty expression on his face making my body burn for him. “I’m going to need you to take your pants off now.”