“I can’t sleep. You can’t sleep,” he says, a wicked smile coming over his face. “Want to do what we should’ve done months ago?”
I move toward him, head still on the pillow, put one hand on his chest.
“I would love to verify my phone number,” I murmur.
“Shut up,” he teases, and pulls me into him.
We kiss, our bodies pressing together. Underneath the blankets he’s so warm he feels like he’s boiling, body molten under his clothes. Before I know it his shirt is pushed up, my hands against hot skin, and Grady groans into my mouth.
It’s hot. Really hot. Hot enough that I press myself into him even harder, forgetting that I’m a guest of his parents and forgetting that I’m wearing the world’s least sexy garment. I forget everything except the fact that it’s dark, he’s sexy, and I’ve been thinking about this for several months.
He grabs my ass with one hand. I bite his lip and sigh, and he squeezes. Pauses, and I run my hand up his back, under his shirt, pulling him closer until his hand finds the notch between my butt and my thigh, slides inward.
One fingertip just barely brushes my panties, and I swallow hard, my eyes fluttering closed. Grady’s hard again, his erection bumping against my thigh, and it’s tempting.
It’s very, very tempting.
I try to move my leg over his, but when I get halfway the nightgown pulls tight, cock blocking me for half a second. Grady laughs into my mouth and I grab his ass, rock him against me.
“I thought you said it was a hot nightgown,” I say, rolling onto my back and pulling it up to my waist.
He grabs one bare thigh and pulls it over him, sliding his hand from knee to hip, setting off sparks all over my body.
“No, I said you looked hot in it,” he says. “There’s a difference.”
His hand moves up and up, over my waist, toward my ribcage, stops.
I take his wrist and move it onto my breast and he groans again, flattening his palm over my nipple, his skin skipping along mine as I dig my fingers into his back, breathing hard.
In a moment, he’s on top of me, between my legs, and he pushes the nightgown over my chest. Pinches a nipple and I arch my back, dig my fingers into his sides. We kiss. His erection slides along me, grinds against my clit, and I moan.
Grady ducks his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I gasp as he rolls it over his tongue, teeth held lightly against it, the other held between his fingers.
When he comes up to look at me, I pull his shirt over his head, his muscles on full display in the low light of the wood stove.
Lord.
He kisses me again, and I scrabble at the buttons holding the nightgown together. It takes a couple of tugs, but then it’s finally off and on the floor and Grady grins and grinds against me, still wearing the reindeer pants, my legs circling his hips.
When I finally reach down and grab his cock, he groans, pumps himself into my hand. Desire spikes through me anew: reckless and daring. I’m not usually a fuck before the first date kind of girl, but this has been the weirdest day and a strange four months, honestly, and I’m over it.
I reach into the reindeer pants just as Grady slides a hand between my legs, strokes me through my panties.
He pauses when I grab his bare cock, eyes closed, head back. Groans again as he flexes his hip and pumps his thick shaft through my hand.
I think it might be the most perfectly sexy thing I’ve ever seen: just a beautiful man unabashedly enjoying what I’m doing to him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he says, and of course I do it again, then again. He opens his eyes and looks at me, runs his hand over my body again, nipple to hip as he holds himself up with the other.
Finally, he hooks his fingers under the waist of my panties. Groans as his hips move, eyes going to half-mast, the muscles in his chest flexing with every breath.
“Can I?” he asks, voice husky, pulling at the fabric.
I just nod and lift my hips in response and he pulls them off, leans in, kisses me. Slides a hand up my thigh, a finger across my slit, just barely dipping between my lips before moving higher.
Grady pulls back, watches my face, circles with his fingers, so I take his hand and guide him to the right spot. When he hits it, I sigh.
He grins again.
“There?” he asks, stroking my clit.
“There,” I murmur back, and he rubs me, slowly. He kisses me and then watches my face like he’s taking notes, memorizing every gasp and moan and flutter, like learning how to pleasure me is the most important task in his life.
Impatient, I push at his pants. Finally, he gets them off, standing next to the bed. I sit up, on the edge, pull him to me again. He rubs my clit again and I grab his cock, stroking.
I want to lie back and take him. I’ve been on a pretty long dry spell, and now I’m literally in bed with an extremely hot guy who’s got a great dick.
Apparently he can also read my mind, because a moment later, he pulls away from the kiss and swallows hard, his hand still between my legs.
“I think there’s condoms under the sink,” he says, still breathing hard. “Want me to—"
“Yes,” I say before he can finish the sentence.
I don’t have to tell him twice. He’s gone instantly, rummaging through the bathroom, slamming open a cabinet.
I can hear him pushing things around. Taking them out. Some light cursing.
Sounds like it’s gonna be an oral kind of night until I hear: “Aha! There’s one.”
Moments later Grady’s coming back, rolling it into his cock as he walks toward the bed. I’ve pulled my legs under me and now I’m kneeling, and he’s kneeling, and he slides his hand between my legs and strokes me one more time.
I push him backward onto the pillows. Straddle his lap. Grady grabs my thighs and gives me that same look from before: eyes half-closed, lips parted. Pure desire.
“This is not how I imagined tonight going when I woke up this morning,” he says, his voice filled with gravel.
I reach down and grab his cock, brace my other hand on his chest.
“Me either,” I say.
“This is much, much better,” he tells me as I position himself at my entrance.
Then he groans as I ease myself onto him. I gasp. My hands tighten on his chest and I go slow, because it’s been a while and he’s not small. By the time he bottoms out I’m already rocking back and forth, breath coming in gasps, and he’s got his head back and his eyes closed again.
After a moment, he opens his eyes. Looks at me, hands on my hips, pulling me down. I rock back and forth again because fuck it feels really good, Grady’s cock rubbing all the spots inside me that’ve been neglected for way too long.
“This is even hotter than the nightgown,” he says, a lazy smile on his face.
“That’s your point of comparison?” I manage to say.
“Well, we’ll have to do this more,” he says, and reaches for a nipple. Pinches it. “Give me something to compare it to, though I’m confident I’m always gonna like this.”
I’m still rocking, shifting my hips against him, riding gently at first partly to start slow and partly because this feels way, way too good.
“I like it so far,” I manage to gasp out.
He puts his other hand on my thigh, slides his thumb onto my clit, starts circling it in time with our rhythm.