Page 38 of Looking Grimm

“Nash…” I swallowed. “What are you doing?”

As answer, Nash captured my mouth with his. He pinned me against the car as his tongue roamed past my lips and savored the sigh that eased out.

God, I wanted this. Wanted him.

The whiskey bottle dropped with a clunk onto the garage floor. It toppled and rolled, but I didn’t bother looking where. I was too busy sliding my hands under his flannel shirt, running my hands up his sides, and digging my fingertips in.

He leveraged his body weight against me, bringing pressure that sparked pleasure in my brain. I met his tongue with mine, hungry to taste him.

His thigh pressed against my groin, and I rocked my hips in a wordless request. If that didn’t get my message across, I knew from experience he’d do anything I wanted if I got on my knees and begged.

I put my cheek against his so I could whisper in his ear. “Hell of a pickup artist you are. Scooping me off the roadside, saving my ass. It takes less than half that much effort to get me into bed.”

He put a finger to my lips. “Don’t start with that shit.”

“What shit?” I tried to turn to catch his eyes, but he was busy kissing my neck. The soft, fluttering touches made my knees weak.

“I know what you’re getting at,” he murmured against my skin.

“That I want you to bend me over the car hood and rail me?” I tried to move again, but Nash held me fast.

“Not yet.” His breath rushed warm and wonderful across my throat. “I’m taking my time.”

“How much time?” A whine edged into my voice.

He huffed a laugh. “As long as it takes.”

The repetition of his promise to wait for me to settle down, or move back in, or agree to a relationship warmed my insides. I could have given him some reassurance; itwasn’t like I was fucking anyone else. I didn’t even have the privacy to masturbate these days and, with the Blooming Orchid no longer an option for casual hookups, my choices were Nash or nobody. And I didn’t exactly mind that.

The weight on my chest relented. Nash stepped back, and my hands peeled reluctantly away. I didn’t have time to speak or react before he lowered himself before me. He grabbed the waistband of my jeans and went straight for the button fly.

“Oh, fuck,” I stammered.

He’d said he was taking his time, but my pants were around my ankles in seconds. Another tug dragged my boxers down to join them, freeing my hardening cock.

I wished the lights were on so I could better see him kneeling between my legs looking up at me. His eyes glinted in the darkness as he took my erection in his hand, then fed it into his mouth.

The wet slide as I entered him caused me to gasp. I braced against the wagon’s side panel, physically spent from the chase but awash with a second wind of energy.

I’d gotten head before, even from Nash, but it was a bit of a novelty. I was usually too eager to get dicked down to pause for foreplay. It seemed Nash enjoyed testing my patience like this. He kissed, and touched, and yes, took his time with me. It was far from the rowdy and rapid bedroom antics I’d grown up on. Farther still from drunken fucks with barflies or straight to business sex with Isha’s girls.

Those people used me, and I used some of them, too. But like I’d already realized, things with Nash had never been like that.

He took me down his throat, and I whimpered. My handstayed splayed against the car while I rested the other on top of Nash’s head. My thumb brushed through the coppery locks of his hair while he took my cock in long, slow sucks.

I pinched my lip between my teeth and held it there, silencing the cries of pleasure that tried to escape.

He felt good. Slick, and soft, and perfect as my cock hit the back of his throat over and over again. When his fingers slipped between my thighs and cupped my balls, I groaned and thrust into him, needy for release.

He rolled my balls around in his palm, spiking sensation throughout my body. My fist knotted in his hair, and I pulled hard. His muffled moans served as encouragement, filling me with tingling desire until every touch felt like a static shock.

“God, yes… Please, please…” I begged without being sure what I was asking for besides more. More of this. More of him.

Wet, sloppy sounds and Nash’s crowded breaths pushed me to the brink. His fingers moved deftly between my legs, and the intensity of it all staggered me when the orgasm came at last. My load emptied into Nash’s mouth, and he swallowed it. I shivered and twitched as he licked my dick clean before standing.

I could barely hold myself up on wobbly legs while the rest of me reeled with bliss. Nash caught me in his arms, and I slumped against him, ready to let him carry me to bed.

He kissed the top of my head and held me. I closed my eyes, enjoying deep, drowsy breaths until Nash whispered, “I love you. I want you to know that.”

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