“Tell me you don’t want me to pull you inside and devour you.” I lean back to look at her, but she grips my shirt tighter, smashing her lips against mine.
11
Leigh
I taste the saltiness of my own sweat on Grant’s tongue as it swirls around mine. I groan as he nips my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. I grip his shirt, which has grown moist with his own sweat, and I’m just trying to get closer to him.
I push every thought from my head—every warning that tells me I need to let him know about his baby that’s growing in my belly. I release his shirt, sliding my hands up his chest and tangling my fingers into his hair as I deepen the kiss.
“Wait,” he murmurs against my mouth, but I don’t stop. “Leigh, baby.”
Baby? The single word wakes the butterfly in my stomach.
He takes a step back, breaking the kiss and putting space between us. I glance down between us, his desire clearly evident by the massive bulge in his jeans.
“Look at me,” he says tipping my head upward. “Let’s go inside and have some water.”
I don’t hide my disappointment, but I nod and turn to walk back to my building. He doesn’t touch me as we walk the up the stairs to my apartment and step inside. I fully expect him to tell me all the reasons why we should take things slowly, or maybe that we shouldn’t do anything at all. Not wanting to hear a lecture, I march directly to the fridge and pull it open, leaning down to scan the contents.
“You want water or . . .” I glance around, seeing what else I have. “That’s all I’ve got.”
“No.”
“But you just said—” I reply to his clipped answer, spinning around as he walks deliberately toward me. I freeze as he rounds my island in three steps, but he doesn’t stop. I step backward, stumbling a little until my back hits the wall next to the fridge.
“I know what I said.” He places a hand on either side of my face, dipping his head till I can feel the warm puff of air as he speaks.
“What do you want?” My words are hushed.
“The question is, what do you want?” He removes his hands from the wall, placing one on either side of my neck until his fingers are laced together at the nape.
“Because what I want . . . what I want, Leigh, isn’t going to be quick,” he plants a featherlight kiss on my lips, “or slow,” another kiss, “or soft.”
I swallow hard, all the moisture from my mouth suddenly gone. I can feel my knees trembling a little as I wait to hear what it will be.
He pulls back and studies my expression for a second before continuing. “What I want is going to be demanding.” He steps closer, pressing his rigid cock against me hard, and my mouth falls open. “It’s going to be long and rough.” His words are shooting off fireworks in my body and his lips begin to press softly against the skin of my neck again.
“It’s going to make your body tremble with desire.” He drags his nose up my neck. “Drunk with lust and quivering with passion.” He nips my earlobe, the sensation settling between my thighs. I can feel my wetness building and I’m about to lose my mind.
“And most importantly,” oh God, he’s not done yet, “it’s going to have you so wrecked with pleasure, you’ll be begging me for more.”
I want to tell him I’ve never begged a man for shit, but he’s not just another man. I’ve been with him, I know his ability to command my body, and I know without a doubt that he’s right.
“Then do it,” I whisper. His eyes flash to me, dark and hungry.
“Is this what you want, Leigh?” He grips my neck again, his eyes burning into mine. “Because I won’t be told again that this is a mistake. If I take you, I want all of you.”
I don’t hesitate. I grab his shirt and pull his mouth to mine. I kiss him until we’re both breathless, as I reach down to his waist to undo the button and zipper of his jeans while struggling to rip his shirt from his body.
He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head, my back slamming against the wall. “I’m in charge,” he says roughly.
He releases my hands, pulling me forward. He reaches for the buckle of my overalls, unhooking them one at a time before dragging the denim down my body. I’m left in my white cotton thong and crop top with Grant on his knees before me.
“I need a shower,” I say as he runs his hands up the back of my thighs, but he doesn’t seem to care. He grips my ass with both hands, pulling me forward so hard that I stumble and catch myself on his shoulders. He presses his nose to my wet core, kissing me through my panties and causing my knees to buckle.
“Ohhh,” the word slips past my lips as my eyes roll back in my head. He stands up suddenly, his eyes so dark and possessive it’s almost scary. He grabs my panties and rips them down my legs before hoisting me onto the island.
“Spread your thighs,” he says as he reaches forward and pulls my top over my head, tossing it to the floor with my panties. My tits bounce free and I watch as he reaches in his jeans, adjusting himself. He maneuvers his hands behind my knees, pulling me to the edge of the island.
“Lean back on your elbows.” He watches me as I slowly lower myself back, and then he dips his head again and devours me.
“Water could never quench my thirst like your pussy does.”
I gasp and moan as his tongue does things to me I’ve never felt. He kisses me like he kisses my mouth, his tongue and lips lapping at me until I’m quivering, on the cusp of exploding.
I’ve never watched a man pleasure me like this before and it’s almost as good as it feels—to see his eyes roll back in his head as he moans at my taste, and the way he reaches into his jeans to fish out his cock so he can stroke himself while pleasuring me.
I can’t take it anymore. The next thing I know, my back is flat against the cold marble countertop as I grab my breasts, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as an orgasm tears through my body.
“If I could only have one thing for the rest of my life, it would be the taste of you on my tongue.” His words reverberate through me as he pulls me off the counter and onto my feet. I’m dizzy, still completely lost in my orgasm, as he leads me to the couch.
“I want to see you slide up and down my cock,” he says as he kicks off his jeans and shoes, pulling his shirt overhead in one swift motion. He’s standing here in my living room in all his naked glory. I smile as I take a moment to look at his long, lean form. Muscular lines run down the center of his abs, with a V forming at the base right before it gives way to his monster cock.
“What’s that look?” he asks, fisting his shaft as he slowly pumps up and down. My mouth waters.
“I want to taste you.” I watch a bead of precum form on the tip as a smile breaks across his lips.
“In time, baby, but right now . . .” he takes a seat on the couch, his legs spread as he continues to stroke himself, “I want you on my cock.”
I give him a teasing smirk.
“Now,” he says, his expression growing serious.
“And if I don’t?” I say as I slowly start to drop to my knees instead, but my attempt to evade his command is quickly thwarted. He lunges forward, grabbing my arm and spinning me so I’m face down and ass up over his knee.