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He snorts, his eyes on my nearly naked, freshly showered and sunburnt body. “No.”
And then he hands me a bottle of lotion.
“I thought we were past hand jobs?”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s for your sunburn, smartass.”
Sitting up, I yank my robe off, leaving me naked in front of him.
His eyes rake down my chest, lower, and then the smirk twists his lips. He chews on the corner of his lips, his palms flat against the mattress.
I hold the lotion up. “Will you put some on my back?”
Nodding, he crawls onto the bed and motions for me to roll over on my stomach. No words are said between us, the only sounds the squirt of the lotion, and our breathing. He’s gentle, an aching touch so familiar.
After he applies a couple of coats, I lift my head. “That’s good.”
Moving back, he sits back on his heels, his hands on his knees. I roll over, lie back, spread out before him. His hands fall from his knees and he reaches out to grasp my legs. With one tug, I’m two feet closer, my legs spread and ready for him.
I drop my eyes to his hips and the obvious bulge present.
I wonder what he sees when he looks at me like this.
A girl broken but needing an escape?
If it wasn’t for the sound of the air-conditioner humming in the background, I would think time is standing still as we stare at one another, neither one of us moving.
Here, we’ve been so worked up over the last few days and now that there’s a box of condoms on the bed, neither one of us know what the fuck to do. Reaching up, Grayson runs his hand over his face. “We’re quite the fucking pair, aren’t we?”
I laugh. “It’s a bit awkward, huh?”
“I can’t think of what I’m supposed to do next.” He laughs, his shoulders shaking as he drops his hand to his knee again.
I reach for the box. “I think you put one of these on if I remember correctly.”
He knocks the box out of my hand with a flick of his hand and shifts forward, hovering over me, his eyes glowing with excitement. His forehead rests against mine. “I have a pretty good idea of what I’m supposed to do.” Placing his hand on the back of my neck, he lifts and reveals my neck for him, his tongue gliding across my exposed skin. “But is this what you want?”
“I’ve told you a million times now, it’s what I want.”
He gives me his weight, his erection digging into my center, concealed in his shorts. I work my hand between us, inside his shorts and grip his cock firmly.
Tipping his head back, his hips buck into my hand, a groan falling from his lips. His legs widen as he rocks into my hand, our eyes connecting. “Are you scared?” I ask, wondering where the sudden hesitation is coming from.
He nods, his breathing heavier. Reaching between us, he removes my hand and then sits up completely, yanking off his shorts. Okay, so we’re doing this. Awesome. I watch with rapt attention as he reveals himself to me. I’ve seen it, a few times now, but to see him this close, hard, and ready, it’s a little more than I’m anticipating. I want to… give him a blow job, but the idea of putting my mouth on a man like that again sends a wave of nausea rolling through me.
Grayson doesn’t catch on as he reaches for the condom, and kicks his shorts aside.
I don’t know why, but I look over at the door when I hear footsteps in the hallway. “You locked the door, right?”
His eyes snap to the door. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Go check.”
Peeling himself off the bed, he checks the door and I watch his ass in the process. It’s perfect. “It’s locked.” He keeps his back to me as he rolls the condom on.
When he returns to the bed, he hovers over me on all fours. I spread my legs and point to my center, winking. “It goes there.”
He shakes his head, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the cutest smile. “I would have never guessed.”