Before I can even speak, though, he’s squatting down and throwing me, literally, over his shoulder.
I squeak in protest. “Oh my god, you caveman, put me down!” His shoulders shake beneath me, and then there’s a loud, stinging slap directly on the bare flesh of my ass.
“If this is the last time that I get to taste your sweet pussy, I want you to admit that I’m number one on that list.”
He tosses me down on the bed, where I slide up the mattress with how rough he throws me. My mind flashes back to last night and all of the ways he flung me around, so effortlessly, only to slide back inside me with so much force I felt it in my toes.
When I look up, his eyes are on me, and they darken. “What’s that look for Emery?” He rasps, sending the butterflies in my stomach haywire.
God, what am I doing?
Why do I keep ending up under him?
“Annoyance. I have to be at work in an hour and I haven’t even had a chance to shower. Like I said, it was fun, but you’ve overstayed your welcome.”
Ignoring me, he drops to his knees and hooks his arms around my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the bed, and before I even have the chance to protest, he’s pulling the thin fabric of my underwear aside and sealing his mouth over my clit.
I decide to shut up for five seconds, because Graham’s mouth feels entirely too good to argue. One more time won’t hurt….
Right?
My hands fly to his hair and my body arches against his lips when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh,” I moan, tugging on his hair. It’s longer than it usually is and right now, I’m thankful.
"Do you want to come, Emery?”
My eyes dart down to where he’s kneeling between my thighs, currently sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth, admiring the red, angry marks he’s leaving behind on my pale skin.
Pulling my lip between my teeth, I bite down roughly, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape as he bites down on my thigh, rougher than before.
It’s so hot, the feel of his rough stubble against my skin, his hot breath fanned out against my flesh. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of my panties, he drags them down my legs and tosses them aside, never breaking our gaze.
Graham feasting on me like a starved man from below while looking up at me with every stroke of his tongue. I’ve never had anything feel so… dirty, and erotic. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch his movements as he parts me with his fingers and drinks in the sight.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” His praise makes the anticipation even more torturous. “I could eat it all fucking day and never get tired of being between your thighs.”
He then flicks his tongue against my clit, over and over until I’m a squirming, sloppy mess on my bed. My fingers grasp at the sheets so hard that my hands ache from holding them so tightly as he eats me. His tongue flattens over my clit over and over while he fucks me with his fingers, finding my G-spot effortlessly.
I may hate Graham, and I might be actually insane for falling into bed with the last man I ever should, but one thing is for certain… The man is a sex god. The rumors are actually true. It’s the only rational explanation as to why I’ve lost my mind and ended up beneath him.
Despite my fiery dislike for him, my wanton need seems to burn brighter. So bright that I’m going to combust at any moment. He senses how close I am, because he closes his mouth over my clit and sucks, hard, scraping his teeth against the sensitive nub. My back leaves the bed, my hands fly to his hair and then… I fall.
Into the most blinding pleasure I’ve ever experienced. With only one night together, he somehow manipulates my body better than anyone ever before. He slides his rough, calloused hand up my body and tweaks my nipple between his fingers, tugging roughly, sending me even further into an ecstasy spiral.
My entire body is on fire for Graham.
Before I can even blink, he’s folding his body over mine and thrusting deep, the aftershocks of my orgasm still present and blinding, and for the next thirty minutes, he doesn’t let my mind wander.
He makes it impossible to do anything but focus on him and the things he’s doing to my body.
By the time I make it to work, I’m flustered, and there’s still an undeniable ache between my thighs that serves as a constant, annoying reminder of what happened last night… and this morning. Of themistakesthat transpired.
I knew from the moment his lips were on mine that sleeping with Graham would be a mistake, a huge one that could fuck absolutely everything up. And that knowledge makes it even worse today since I consciously made the decision to screw everything up by thinking with my vagina.
Ugh.
My phone vibrates against the metal of my desk drawer, pulling me from my work that I’m not actually focusing on at the moment. Sliding it out, I open the text notification and see it’s from Graham.