Page 14 of Just the tip
Graham’s brows knit tighter, and he lifted his chin to find my eyes, a question written within. “How do you mean?”
“Talk to them like this.” I gestured vaguely. “Make demands.”
He lifted one shoulder. “Depends on the guy, I guess. Sometimes.” Graham shifted forward on the edge of the bed, eyes locked to mine as he slid his hands up my thighs.
I sucked in a quiet breath through my nose, hellbent on trying to maintain some kind of composure, though it was pretty fucking hard with him touching me. “That guy in the bathroom at that party. How’d it go with him?”
Graham sawed at his lower lip briefly, and then understanding dawned in his eyes, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “How’d I get him in that bathroom on his knees, you mean?”
When I didn’t say anything, Graham stood, his grip on my thighs sliding up my sides around my shoulders, andOh shit, this was actually going to happen.
“We kissed in the hallway.” As Graham stood in front of me, the confident hitch of his mouth quavered, and some of the steel in his eyes melted with hesitation.
I drew in a shallow breath. “Okay, so do that.”
“Kiss you?” Graham’s face came close to mine, his warm breath washing over me as I nodded.
The kiss was gentle, not at all the way I imagined he’d kissed that guy. This kiss wasn’t exactly polite, but it was quiet and searching, like he was waiting to see how I’d respond before he fully unleashed. I was in this now, though, and totally into it.
I squeezed his biceps tighter to keep him close as the awareness of what we were doing and what we might end up doing sang through my body and hummed through every muscle, arousing and overwhelming.
Graham’s lips moved against mine in a silky glide, warm and just the right amount of confident. When his tongue darted out against my lower lip, I let him in with a groan, forgetting to even be self-conscious for a second. His grip on my shoulder tightened, and one hand threaded through the ends of my hair, found the nape of my neck, and held on. I liked the little tugs he gave to my roots a whole fucking lot and, in response, reached a questing hand around him and smoothed my palm up his spine, urging him even closer until I could feel his erection brushing right up against mine.
Graham ducked away with a shudder that reverberated against my body. “Fuck, you’re a good kisser,” he whispered, so genuine that I was almost taken aback at how appreciative he sounded. It turned me on, too, and I chased after his mouth, kissing him again, harder this time, more insistent, until Graham gripped me by the shoulders, turned me around, and shoved me backward. I dropped to the edge of the bed with a grunt. Another loosed when Graham pressed a hand to my chest and straddled my lap, draping his arms loosely around my neck.
“Are Mom and Dad…”
“Not here.” Graham kissed the underside of my jaw and then a hot, wet line up to my earlobe.
“God,” I gasped out. “What else did you do with that guy?” That guy who I’d be shooting dirty looks at if we ever crossed paths again.
I groaned and swallowed hard as Graham rolled his hips against me, hard dick rubbing against mine and making me so insanely horny it took a concerted effort for my brain to override my dick’s instinct to just rut wildly against him until I came.
“This, maybe.” Graham nuzzled the words against my throat as he rolled his hips again, the friction damn near making me see stars. “It’s a little fuzzy. Mmmmmm, that feels so fucking good, though. This make you want to get on your knees for me like he did?”
It really, really did. Regardless that I wouldn’t know exactly what I was doing or would probably be sloppy, kneeling between Graham’s thighs and sucking his dick sounded like just what I needed.
I slid a hand through his hair, smoothed a palm low over his back, and kept the pressure there, urging him against me, ignoring the way my dick was chafing in my pants. Even the pain was tinged with pleasure at the moment. “Did you fuck him?”
“The guy in the bathroom?” Graham moaned as I caught his lower lip between my teeth and nipped it.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe what you’re really wondering is if I’d let you fuckme.” He licked a sizzling stripe up the side of my neck, breath hot in my ear. “I think I might. Think I’d let you bury that big dick deep inside me the way you wanted to the other night. I’ve never done it before, but I think I’d let you. I think maybe I want you to.” My breath hitched, heat rushing through my face and the back of my neck, and he let out a satisfied rumble. “Admit it. You’ve been wondering, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” It was a sound caught between a moan, a desperate sigh, and the fleeting hope that I didn’t come right then. I arched my hips, seeking resistance, warmth, anything. I very, very much wanted to fuck Graham, and he was right: I’d been wondering more than I cared to admit.
“How long?”
“Since that fucking bathroom.”
Graham reared back, eyes going wide. “Really?”
I gave him a confused nod, gripping his hips and hoping we could get back to the part about me burying my dick inside him.
“Fuck, that’s…” Graham waved his hand and gave a little laugh. “Well, all righty then.”
“What?”