He lapped at my pussy, taking long strokes as he worked me through my orgasm. He slowly settled me down to the bed, my legs jolting from the pleasure. I released his hair, relinquishing him into the night as I lay on my bedspread for his pleasure as his knees landed between my legs.
I felt his cock sliding up and down my slit before slowly pushing into my body.
He dropped to me, his lips encompassing mine. I could taste myself on him. I could taste the salted mixture of his efforts intermingled with my arousal. It was intoxicating. His body was intoxicating. He was an incredible man who had somehow managed to understand me and pull me from a darkness I’d been swimming in for far too long. His hips rolled against mine as my walls contracted around him. His muscles pressed into my skin, molding me to him as he steadied himself on his forearms.
I opened my eyes and found him watching my face as his cock slowly slid in and out between my thighs.
“Graham,” I whispered.
“Cindy,” he said.
“You feel …”
He kissed my lips, a grin growing on his cheeks as he sped up.
“I feel what?” he asked.
“Oh, shit,” I said.
“Answer my question.”
“You feel amazing,” I said.
“And?”
“Incredible.”
“And?” he asked.
“A-and, oh shit. Graham. Don’t stop. I …”
He backed off his movements, and I whimpered. I gripped his back, trying to get him to come back to me. I locked my legs around his hips and tried to pull him closer to me, but all I got in return was that cheeky little grin of his.
“And what?” he asked.
I pushed my body against his and managed to flip us over. I slammed myself down on his cock, causing him to groan loudly. I planted my hands on his chest and curled my fingertips into his muscles. They were rippling for me, glistening with sweat as I leaned down into his ear.
“And perfect,” I said breathlessly.
His hands grabbed my hips as I rocked against him. He moved me at a pace he set for both of us as I steadied myself against his strong body. He was guiding me, teaching me how to fuck him the way he wanted. I memorized the movements and swiveled my hips, watching as he bit down on his lower lip.
I was growing weaker and weaker against him, sinking into his body as electricity surged through my veins.
“Let go, Cindy. I’ve got you,” Graham said.
His words shot shivers down my spine as I buried my face into the crook of his neck.
He pounded into me, grabbing my ass and massaging my cheeks. I was helpless against him. Doomed to forever give into his wants so long as he was around. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on, our bodies pressed together as he thrust into my body. It was happening again. I could feel it building. Graham was grunting in my ear, and every muscle in his body was working for my pleasure. I could feel his feet digging into the mattress as my lips sucked at his neck. He was panting my name, groaning it out as his cock swelled against my walls. My clit was poking out and seeking the friction it wanted to feel again.
And his tightly wound curls granted my body that desire.
“Graham. Oh my gosh. Oh. Fuck. Oh yes, Graham. Oh, yes.”
I came around his cock, my entire body shaking against him. He thrust into me, my pussy tugging at his cock as he painted my walls with his cum. His lips turned to mine, and he kissed me, swallowing my whimpers as I screwed my eyes shut.
My hands ran through his hair as he held my body still on top of him.
I couldn’t stop kissing him. Even after his cock had dwindled and slid out of me, I couldn't stop. I covered him in kisses. His cheek. His lips. His neck. His chest. I kissed down his abs and allowed my fingertips to trace the strength of his muscles. I massaged his thighs as I kissed back up his body, relishing the euphoria I was experiencing.
I hadn’t felt this close to anyone since Bradley had died, much less a man.
Graham wrapped me up in his arms, and the two of us fell asleep. His body kept me warm, and his arm stayed tight around my waist. I didn't care that I was leaking, and I didn’t care that Graham was sweaty. All I cared about was the step I had taken with him and the emotional cage I had allowed myself to crack as my breathing started to even out.
I found myself hoping Graham would be there in the morning.
CHAPTER 22
GRAHAM
The growing sound of birds chirping forced my eyes open. It kept getting louder and louder as a body shifted next to me. I jerked, my arm tightening around the moving object as the sounds ceased.
Then I felt the warmth shift in my arm before a small kiss was pressed to my nose.
“Good morning.”
Cindy’s voice wafted over my ears, and it forced my eyes open. Holy shit. Had I stayed the night? My vision focused, and her beautiful smile came into view, her naked curves pressing into me.
I had stayed the night.
Fuck. I certainly hadn’t planned on doing that.
“Is Lily up yet?” I asked.
“No. Though it’s probably not smart for you to be here when she does wake up,” Cindy said.
“Exactly. Let me find my clothes, and I’ll get up.”
“Could you stay a few more minutes?” she asked.
I looked down into her beautiful eyes, and I couldn't deny her. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t have enough caffeine in me to try and unpack why. I settled back down next to her and felt her curl into me, her soft skin settling against mine.
She was comfortable.
No wonder I had fallen asleep.
I felt good. For the first time in two years, I felt good about things. I had a beautiful woman in my arms who wanted me around. She had a beautiful daughter who seemed to enjoy having me around too. I had a job in a town that didn’t suck balls, and I was branching out into the community, making friends with my boss and pulling a decent weekly income.
It almost felt like things would be okay.
A rustling sound came rushing down the hallway, and Cindy jerked up. I heard Lily beginning to yawn, and I threw the covers off our bodies. I searched for my clothes, pulled them on, and silently made my way to the front door. Cindy had a robe pulled around her body, and her hair was a tangled mess of knots. She looked outstanding with her tired eyes and her lopsided smile and the marks I’d left behind on her chest. I fisted her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, feeling her gasp before our tongues collided. She melted into me instantly, her hands gripping my back as I held her steady with my arm.
“Have a good day,” I said.
“You too,” Cindy said breathlessly.
I went home and got myself ready for work. I looked into the mirror and saw the eyes of my son, but shockingly, there wasn’t any guilt. I felt sadness. Responsibility. Anger.
But the guilt was minimal. That was definitely new.
I had a much better day at work. I was focused and in-tune with things. I got caught up with my cars from yesterday and took on a few overflow cars from the other mechanics. I made more money than I’d earned in any one given day since I’d been hired, and I smiled at the thought of my next payday.
Maybe I’d treat Cindy to something nice.
The day didn’t seem long, even though it was a ten-hour shift. I got home and cleaned myself off before I grabbed a beer from the fridge. I stood in the mirror and looked at my chest, seeing the crescent marks Cindy’s fingernails had left behind the night before.
I still couldn’t believe she caught me off guard enough to flip both of us over.
My phone rang as I sat down, and I saw it was Daniel. It was about damn time that fucker called me back. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear, ready to give him a hard time about whatever the hell it was that held him up so badly.
But the moment I heard his voice, I knew something was wrong.
“Graham, you need to listen.”
“Daniel, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“Shut up and listen. Don’t interrupt.”
“Okay. Go.”
“I dug into my sources and leaned on every connection I had. Graham, they’re both looking for you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Damn it, Graham. Focus. The Agency and the mob. They’re hot on your trail, and they’re coming after you. If they haven't already found you.”
“How do you know this?” I asked.