"Dammit," I growl, half-annoyed that he actually found me and partially thankful to be back in his arms. I slide my hands up his back to the nape of his neck, where I lock them behind his head, pressing myself to his front. "You know, I kind of like this game, it’s a little kinky.”
I look up at him through my lashes, doing my best to give him my most seductive look.
"Emery Ann Davidson, are you trying to seduce me?"
I can feel how hard he is between us, showing that he’s just as excited about this game of cat and mouse as I am.
"Is it working?" I smirk. I trail my hands down both sides of his neck, over the hard planes of his chest and lower onto the sculpted muscles of his abs where I gently rake my nails through the cotton of his t-shirt. He sucks in a breath when I do, his abs tightening under my touch.
I continue my path lower, until my hand snakes into the waistband of his gym shorts then under the band of his briefs connecting with his hot, velvety thickness.
"Maybe," he mutters whenever I tighten my hand around his length.
His hands cradle my jaw as he roughly drags his calloused thumb along my bottom lip. His eyes darken and his breath becomes labored as I pump him in my hand. His hips seem to move on their own accord, fucking my hand. Hot, labored breaths fan along my lips, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. I’m always ready for him.
In the past week, we've been like two frantic, crazed, horny teenagers, unable to keep our hands off one another.
I'm so caught up in the moment, with the feel of my hand holding his cock that I don't notice his hand leaving my jaw then returning until I feel a wet cold dab of paint on my cheek. “What in the hell?" I cry. I move away from Graham and slide my hand to my cheek, feeling the white sticky substance.
Graham doubles over in laughter, his dimples popping with each cackle that leaves his lips.
“You are so dead, Adams.”
I reach down and grab my discarded paint brush, thankful we covered the floors with a tarp, and then walk over and swipe it right down his forehead. Stepping back, I admire my handiwork. He’s currently wearing a stripe clean down the center of his face, and for a second, he looks stunned.
“What? Didn’t think I’d have the balls to do it?” I smirk, dangling the paint brush in front of his face.
A second passes, and then I’m abruptly swept as he bends down and throws me over his shoulder. His hand connects with my ass, slapping me so hard that I yelp.
“Graham!”
“Hush it, Emery Davidson, because right now, I want to tan that ass right.”
His words cause me to clench my thighs together in anticipation. I love this playful, dirty side of him.
“All talk and no action, Adams, it’s a shame because I-”
Another slap. My ass is stinging, but my body is buzzing with adrenaline, and now I want more.
He’s unlocked a craving inside of me that can only be quenched by him.
When we make it to the bathroom, he sets me gently down on my feet in front of the shower.
“Undress.”
My brow furrows in confusion, but before I can speak, he says, “Now Emery or we can add another spanking..”
Oh god, his words are so growly that my panties are so wet.
In the distance, I hear his phone ring, but he shakes his head, grasping my chin between his fingers when I look toward the door. “Focus on me. Nothing else.”
I nod, trying to be obedient since he’s obviously into our role-playing right now.
Not wasting another second, I quickly shed my paint covered clothes until I’m wearing nothing but my panties, which I drag slowly down my hips.
I love the look in Graham’s eyes as he watches me undress, a show just for him.
His phone rings for the second time in just a minute, so I pause. “Graham, it could be the girls. Go check.”