“Don’t go there,” he says. His eyes drift from mine down to my exposed pussy. He drags a single finger lightly up my center. Shivers rack my entire body. My eyes flutter involuntarily and I have to actively fight to keep my legs where they are. His finger drags back down, parting my moistening flesh, and dipping inside. He finds my nub without issue and draws smooth circles in a slow and deliberate fashion. “Whatever you’re thinking about—don’t. Just relax, Sweets.”
His finger works faster in frantic circles. My head falls back into the pillow and I tilt from my side to my spine. Incredible waves of ecstasy take over my muscles as I slide into a puddle of blissful immobility. He leans over me, and his finger leaves my wet core for a split second before returning. One jerky circle and two fingers part me as they slowly slip into my depths. A minute passes before he pulls them out and then back in. He creates a torturous rhythm. I’ve broken out into shivers and a thin sheen of sweat coats my entire body. I’m spiraling into oblivion as he pulls out and pushes his fingers back inside. He hooks his fingers inside of me. My body shakes and I gasp for air.
Leaning down, he nips at my neck and whispers, “I’m too tired to get into it tonight, but tomorrow, I’m gonna let you wrap that smart mouth around my dick and swallow everything I give you.”
Coming down from that amazing high, I pant wildly. I don’t even have the energy to argue or shake my head. Incredible orgasm or not, I want to bring him back down to reality and remind him that I never asked to suck his dick. But I don’t because now that he’s mentioned it, I really do want to taste him.
He slides his fingers out of my wet pussy and draws his sweats down just far enough to free himself. He uses the wetness of his hand to aide in his efforts as he slides down his thick shaft and then back up again. He moves faster and faster in a combination of smooth and jerky movements. My lips are suddenly dry and no matter how many times I lick them, it’s not enough.
“If I touch you anymore tonight, we’re not going to get any sleep and I have to be right when I take care of that fucking Italian,” he grits out.
“What are you going to do to him?” I ask quietly, turning onto my side. My eyes are transfixed on his straining dick as he works himself toward the edge.
“He scare you?” he asks. His movements slow just slightly as his hand is drying. Feeling brave, I reach down between my legs and use my index finger to rub my swollen and sensitive nub in fast, violent circles. My muscles lock up and all it takes is seeing Grady’s eyes glaze over for me to come again. I don’t give myself any time to recover. Instead, I coat my hand in my own juices and reach for him.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
He moves his hand away and watches as I wrap my hand around his rock hard cock and pump him slowly. His words dissolve into a moan as he says, “Then he’s going to suffer when he dies.”
There’s something disturbingly erotic about his comment. It feels more like a declaration or a promise. It spurs me on to pump him faster with a lighter touch and then slower with a firmer touch. A few cycles and he’s shoving my shirt up off my belly. In a shaky motion, he moves my hand away and positions himself over my bare stomach. He works quickly, his breath is ragged, and his eyes snap closed as he comes on my bare skin. It’s a beautiful thing to witness—him losing control like that. For a man like him, who values being in charge, it’s a gift to see him vulnerable.
Chapter 20
LAST NIGHT WAS incredible. I'm on my fourth cup of coffee and it's not doing anything to wake me up, but I don’t care. I called in sick—I could have gone in to work, but I couldn’t imagine having to be there after yesterday. Grady's guest room is comfortable, more so when he’s in it with me, and he assured me that I'm safe in this house, even going so far as pointing out every safety feature he's installed. Still, once he left to “take care of shit” this morning, the panic came back.
I take a drink of my coffee and let my mind slip back to that cozy place where I’m falling asleep in Grady’s arms. He’s just cleaned us up and I’m curled into him. The memory is short though. This morning he told me I fell asleep instantly. Suddenly my exhaustion doesn't seem so bad. Sleep is overrated with a memory like that, but I don't think I should keep going down this road while I'm at his dining room table with his daughter and mother preparing to play a board game.