Page 51 of Deserter

When his voice trailed off, I grinned. “What? Kissed someone?” He clenched his jaw and nodded, looking anywhere but at me. My smile faded. “Oh.”

“You caught me off guard back at the record store and I didn’t fuckin’ know how to react. I didn’t want you thinking it was you.”

I never would’ve imagined that there was something I’d done that Grey hadn’t. Granted, my experiences with kissing had left a lot to be desired afterward.

I dropped my hand back down to rest against the other on his chest. “Did you? I mean, were you interested in learning?”

The wave of heat migrated from my chest up to my face and I bit the corner of my lip, waiting for him to say something—anything that didn’t leave me feeling like a fool.

He finally looked back down at me before admitting, “Thought about using your mouth, just not with mine.”

My face, neck, and ears burned with the realization of what he had in mind and I squeaked out another, “Oh,” before the lightheadedness returned.

Grey watched me with a curious expression before unbuckling his belt. “Come here.”

I followed him on shaking legs back over to the couch as he unzipped his fly. He yanked the denim down over his thighs before sitting down and crooking a finger at me.

“You’re—you’re not wearing anything under? You just let your—” I couldn’t bring myself to complete the thought.

He chuckled. “Cock roam free? Yeah, princess. I go commando.” I watched, mesmerized as his hands moved up and down the shaft. “Get on your knees.”

I lowered myself even as my insides were quaking with fear. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, but Grey locked a hand behind my head and guided my mouth down. I tentatively pressed my lips against him like a kiss and he chuckled.

“Open up. Use your tongue.”

I licked along the head, recoiling slightly at the saltiness.

He leaned forward and gathered my hair in his fist before letting it rest near the nape of my neck. “Use your hand to jack me.” At my frown, he covered my hand with his and moved it up and down. “Like this. Now, your mouth.”

I licked him again and looked up just as his head fell back and he let out a rough exhale. My victory was short-lived as he lifted his hips pushed himself in fully. The feel of him hitting the back of my throat made my eyes water, and I began gagging around him. His hand in my hair prevented me from moving and I began to panic.

“Celia, relax and just breathe.” I looked up at him through streaming eyes and nodded as he pulled back. The second time, he went slower. I tried to do as he asked, but it was no use. I began gagging again almost immediately.

Grey released my hair, and I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“The fuck you sorry for?” His hands framed my face. “Been dreaming about your mouth for weeks and it didn’t disappoint. Come here.”

Shivers raced across my skin as I straddled his lap and his fingers traced the delicate skin around my throat before slipping the straps of my bra down. With a flick of his wrist, the clasp opened, and my breasts spilled over into his hands.

I took advantage of his momentary distraction and leaned down, pressing my mouth to his. This time, it was my hands holding him in place. His lips parted in surprise and I slipped between them, tasting the smoke from his last cigarette on his tongue.

Instead of pushing me away, he sucked my lower lip between his teeth and tightened his grip on my hips. Anything I’d ever experienced paled in comparison to the feel of his beard against my cheeks and the scrape of his teeth along my lips. I was Aphrodite, unable to be satisfied by anyone but the god of war beneath me.

Grey’s fingers moved up to trace circles around my nipples and I arched my back, thrusting them into his hands with a muffled groan. He laughed softly against my lips and let his hand drift lower, stroking the front of my panties.

What little control I’d had, I freely handed back over.

“Fuck, Celia,” he broke away with a pant. “Need to be inside you.”

I nodded shakily and raised up just long enough to slip my panties off before climbing back onto his lap. His middle finger plunged into me and he pulled my mouth back down over his with a low growl.

“Grey,” I begged against his lips, not even sure what it was I needed.

He added another finger and lightly bit down on my tongue before pulling it into his mouth. My head fell forward, and I tightened around him with a whimper. His lips moved down to my breasts, sending me over the edge when he took one in his mouth.

I didn’t even recognize the sounds I was making as he lined himself up against my opening and pulled me down against his thighs. “Fuck, Celia. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

I bucked my hips and raised up, trying to regain control. He realized it and brought me back down with a rough kiss.

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