Page 75 of Love Not Qualified

He lifted his head, but he didn’t cover himself from me. He squinted in the darkness, probably trying to figure out whether he was dreaming or not.

Unable to refrain myself, I let my gaze wander back to where his hand was still holding his hard dick. I swallowed the dryness in my throat and bit my bottom lip.

He was thick and ready and I knew without needing him to tell me that I was on his mind when he touched himself tonight.

“Haelyn,” he said my name like a melody, the word rolling out of his tongue with need and despair. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I?” I took his hand away, not recognizing myself. I have never in my life given a blowjob willingly, but because I felt like Ihad to. Yet the image of him needing to jerk off after our kiss set me on fire.

He stilled. “Haelyn.” This time it was a warning, which I ignored.

“Yes, Mr. Graves?” I fluttered my eyelashes, acting innocent, even though my blood hummed with pleasure.

Merielle always told me how good she felt when she pleased David and I never understood how. Now, when I was eager to touch him, I understood it. The look of uncontrol on his face makes it worth it when it’s a man like him—the kind of man who’salwaysin control.

He threw his head back. “Fuck, call me that again.” He kept his tone quiet, probably not wanting his friends to hear us. “Fuck my dick with your hand.” His voice was a groan and he allowed me to feel him between my fingers. His veins pumped when I picked up in speed, but suddenly, he looked at me and caught me by my hand. “We shouldn’t do this,” he croaked, but nothing in his voice could fool either one of us. He didn't want this; he was desperate for it. I could hear, see, and feel it. The ways his eyes held mine before traveling down my body, and darkening as they stopped on my chest.

I hooked a knee over him, then the other until I came into a straddling position, just below his dick. His eyes followed me the whole time and God knows what had gotten into me that night because I leaned down and talked on his lips.

“You mean I should stop?” I challenged, then snuck my hand between our bodies and let out a small moan when I got a hold of him again.

He was big enough for my hand not to grasp it whole, but I hoped I was good enough to please him.

For a second, it seemed like all the need and lust faded away as he lifted a hand and twisted one of my curls between his fingers. He took it, placing it behind my ear where his fingercontinued its path all the way to my chin. I kept my exhale locked inside, my speed slowing as I caught myself in the trace of his eyes.

Mr. Graves’ hand brushed my face, taking its time to get familiar with how my skin felt and reacted. I closed my eyes, letting him survey me as a sense of calm washed over me. His breaths were no longer erratic, but calculated like he was saving up some more while his hands moved to the back of my head and caught me in a grip.

He massaged my hair and I shot my eyes open, feeling dizzy under his touch. “I don’t want you to stop,” he confessed, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I Inhaled deeply, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Fuck, you feel better than I would’ve ever imagined,” Mr. Graves told me, his hands dropping to my shoulders, down my arms, and to my hips. He squeezed at the same time he squeezed his eyes shut so hard, that it almost seemed painful. “But no matter how badly I want to—and I fucking want you, Haelyn—we can’t do this.”

I knew I should feel horrible because he refused me—even when I had my hand around his thick cock—but instead, I found myself smiling at the idea of the battle happening inside his mind. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and while I knew the right thing to do was return to my room and act like this never happened, I couldn’t. Not when his fingers dug into my skin, burning holes through my clothes, and not when his eyes watched me as if I was the most beautiful woman on this earth.

My body squirmed on him at the shiver of anticipation running down my spine. He stilled and I realized I didn’t hold him anymore, but replaced my hand with the friction of my ass on top of him.

He grunted, then let his fingers undo the string of my robe. I continued to move on his dick and I sucked in a deep breathwhen he snuck his hands under the material, dropping from my shoulders until it landed beside my body.

“This will ruin everything between us,” he murmured but ran his fingertip over the curve of my breasts.

The cold air reached my naked skin and while usually I would’ve gotten rid of my clothes only under a blanket and far away from his sight, this time I straightened my spine and owned it. I pushed my chest further, letting him explore each strap of my bra, teasing me right above my panties after.

“I don’t think I care,” I whispered.

My thighs picked up speed and he grunted, moving both of his palms on my breasts and grasping so tightly I was sure the skin turned red. But I didn’t mind the roughness. If anything, it made me wetter.

From the friction, my panties pushed aside the slightest, but it was enough to get a sense of how his cock felt. He was warm and ready, making the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I was sure that was enough to bring me over the edge.

“This fucking lingerie,” he bit out, hooking his finger under every strap, taunting me with his touch, but not giving me enough. He moved his palm to my throat, squeezing it so hard I had to slow down the movements on my hips as I watched him in the eye. “Were you planning to wear it for someone else or did you bring it for me?” Mr. Graves’ tone was as sharp as a knife, his teeth locking on top of each other.

I blinked, yearning to feel more of him. I wanted more and everything. “It was for you, all of them,” I admitted.

He let out a grunt, then reached to the throbbing spot between my legs. “Have you thought about me, love?” The tip of his thumb ran circles on my clit while his other fingers teased my lips.

My back arched as I shook my head. “No,” I lied.

Before I even had time to register what he was doing, he placed his fingers on my hips and flipped me down until I was under him. His left hand came beside my head and the right one continued its path inside my pussy.

Oh God.

I was already shaking when he did nothing more but touch my clit and now that two of his fingers were inside me, I could feel the sudden, embarrassingly quick orgasm in my entire body as my back arched repeatedly under him, riding his fingers without even thinking. He had total control over my body, and now he knew it too.

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