“I’m going to suck your cock,” I said, earnestly as I bent down onto my knees, his hand still tangled in my hair.
He pulled a little tighter, and I moaned.
I gripped his boxer briefs and pulled them down, his cock standing at attention in front of my very face. I was no stranger to it at this point, but I was always shocked at how fucking huge he was.
And the urge to try to fit it all in my mouth. I grabbed it by the base and moved my hand up and down it, and then I took the head of it into my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around him before I looked up to see him standing there, staring down at me.
“Damn, Jo. That feels fucking amazing.” His eyes fluttered, and he gripped me just a little bit tighter.
So I licked down further and slid him in and out of my mouth, my throat taking as much of him as I could. Damn, he was big. I whined, but I took him in a little bit deeper. I could feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me forward. Fuck. He was forcing more of himself on me, and I was trying to take it all.
But I couldn’t. I choked a little and pushed back. His hand was there, holding me. Oh dear God, he was making me choke on his cock. Finally, he let me off of him, and I pulled back away from him.
“What, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me. “What do you want?”
“You,” I panted. “I want you.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He pulled me up and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me against that very cold, very real glass.
My ass was pressed against it, showing to the rest of the world in the middle of the day, and I fucking loved it.
I wanted to be fucked in front of the world. I wanted them to know that he was mine. And I was his. The moment he plunged himself into me I moaned so loud that if no one saw at least someone heard.
Even if it was only because of some stupid arrangement.
I clenched on to him as he slammed himself into me over and over, using the glass as leverage against my body.
“This, this is what I want,” Again and again he delved into me his hands pinning me to that wall. I wanted him. I had him.
He was mine.
“Oh, Greyson. Oh,” I said, “please, baby.”
“Cum with me,” he growled.
So when I came this time, it was different. It was whole body and soul. He came with me, his guttural moans bringing me back to reality. The smell of him. The feel of him.
He was everything I never thought I wanted, but everything I needed. At least at that moment.
Greyson
It was just like I fucking thought it would be. The look in her eyes, the disappointment, the fear. She didn’t fucking want me. Well, fuck her.
I sucked in a breath as I looked over her sleeping body. The way the top of her breasts reflected the light streaming in through my windows, the way her mouth parted just a little bit as she breathed.
No, fuck it all.
And fuck the way my chest constricted when she turned her head and cried into the window of my car. The way the tears streamed down her cheeks, the way her face reflected against the tinted glass of the window. The way her heart broke at the thought of marrying a man like me.
And fuck the fact that I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I wanted to kiss those tears away and then smack her ass for good measure like I did earlier. My palm still tingled with the memory. God damn, this girl was going to be my undoing.
Just as I started to walk towards her, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I could hear it from across the room. I ran over, scooped up my pants and pulled it out.
It was my mom.
“Hey, mom.”
“I don’t know if that is an adequate greeting for everything you have done, Grey.” I could hear the disappointment, but also the curiosity edging her voice.
“I’m sorry, mom. I fucked up.”
“You could’ve at least brought her home first,” she chuckled. I sighed in relief. She wasn’t going to hang this over my head. “So when do I meet her?”
“I-“
“Tonight, you’ll bring her for dinner tonight.”
“What?”
“We’re having a roast anyway, might as well add a couple of extra seats to the table. I’ll make extra sides. Bring her over early, she can help.”
“How early?” I asked looking at my watch; it was almost four.
“Now.”
“Ma-“
“Look, you're marrying her, I’ve got to plan her wedding. Don’t you think we ought to get to know each other?" my mother asked.
“Yes, but it’s only temporary. Just to appease her uncle. She doesn’t want this.” I pushed my hand through my hair and thought about what I said. She doesn't want this. Not I don't want this. She.
What the hell was happening to me?
“And it sounds like you might?” It didn’t matter if I was sitting in front of her or not. My mother could always read me.