Page 71 of Lilies in Autumn

After hours spent elbow-deep in flour and sugar in our kitchen practical, Lincoln and I finish with thirty minutes to spare. Though Chef Adrian is notoriously tight-lipped when it comes to praise, she didn’t offer any criticism on the Mille Feuille pastries, or Napoleon pastries, as they’re commonly referred to. Lincoln is a pain in the ass when it comes to most things, but there is no denying his skill in the kitchen and how fortunate I am to have him as a partner in the labs.

We leave the kitchen while all the other pairs are still working; our classmates don’t bother looking up at our departure, probably too scared of Lincoln’s threat to call attention to themselves. I don’t expect Grey to be waiting for us outside of the classroom, so seeing his broad form leaning against the wall is a surprise.

Walking into his body, I ask, “How’d you know we were ending early?” I tilt my head up and purse my lips for a kiss. Grey smirks at my expression before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.

“Linc texted me that you were almost done fifteen minutes ago.” Grey reaches out and grabs the strap of my shoulder bag, pulling the weight off and slinging it over his shoulder. I look to Lincoln and raise my eyebrow; I was so absorbed in executing our final touches that I didn’t even notice he had his phone out. Lincoln just shrugs, not providing any further explanation. Fingers grab mine and my attention refocuses on Grey. “Come on, vixen. I’ll drive you back to your dorm.” Offering a head nod to Lincoln, Grey leads meto the commuter parking lot closest to the culinary building. I open the passenger door silently, accepting Grey’s help in throwing my short frame into his lifted Jeep.

He rounds the hood and slides in, starting the Jeep and pulling out of the lot carefully.

“Are you coming up?” I ask, not bothering to conceal the desire in my voice. It took a lot of willpower to not concentrate on Grey’s promise from this morning. Every time I felt myself slipping into the memory of his hands on my hips and the dirty words that fell from his mouth, I would glance at the leering looks of one of the eyelash twins and be jerked right back to the present.

Grey scoffs, “Of fucking course I am, vixen.” His arm stretches across the center console and grips me, wedging his hand high between my thighs. “Don’t think I forgot my promise from earlier, Ava. This pussy is going to ride my face today.” With deliberate slowness, he rubs his thumb over the seam of my pants, giving me just enough friction to taunt me, but not enough to get me off. I squirm in his grasp.

“Tell me, vixen, is your cunt already wet for me?” He increases the pressure of his thumb, rubbing deeper and somehow finding my clit through the fabric of my jeans and panties. “I feel the heat from you already, you’re probably fucking drenched. Isn’t that right, vixen?” Grey moves his hand until he’s cupping my entire sex through my jeans. Squeezing, he orders, “Answer me, baby.”

I slam my eyes shut and tilt my pelvis forward, pressing myself as hard as I can against his hand. “Yes, Grey,” I rasp.

“That’s fucking right, you are.” Grey contracts his hand, gripping my center hard before letting go and retreating until both hands clutch the steering wheel. Opening my eyes, I look at him in surprise. “Get that look off your face, vixen. I’m not going to finger-fuck you while I’m driving. I need to get you home in one piece before I worship your cunt.”

Biting down on my lip, I don’t say anything to that, because, really, what can I say?

We’re silent for the remainder of the ten-minute drive; the sexual tension has built and I’m worried that if I say something, I’m going to combust. Grey pulls into the first spot he sees and makes quick work of parking and hopping out of the car. I barely have my seat belt unbuckled before he’s yanking my door open and hauling me into him.

Grey’s lips find mine, firm and demanding as they work my lips apart and make room for his tongue. He leads the kiss, one of ownership and possession, and there’s nothing I can do but follow him. Gripping my face, Grey tilts my head back, giving him access to my jaw and neck. Raining kisses down the column of my throat, he bites down before soothing the sting with his tongue.

I’m a panting, writhing mess before reality crashes into me. Even though we’re parked in a spot away from the entrance and close to the woods, we’re still close enough that anyone walking by will get a free show… again. Pulling back, I grip Grey’s hair and tug him away from my neck. “Grey, not here. We need to go inside.”

“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his head into my chest. “You make me lose my damn mind.” Leaning away, he drags me out of the car, shutting the door and locking it behind me. “We need to get to your room. Now.” He lifts me over his shoulder and starts running to the entrance, eating up the distance between the parking lot and the building in record time.

“Greyson, put me down, you ogre. I can walk.”

“You walk too slow,” he mutters. I roll my eyes and bring my hands down to his ass. Squeezing it, I lift one hand before smacking his ass. Grey’s steps falter as he walks us up the front steps of my dorm. Running his hands up my thighs, he growls before turning his head and biting me, nipping me through the fabric of my jeans.

I laugh and swat him again. Jogging up the remainder of the stairs, we pass a group of girls who stand frozen at our appearance. “Take a fucking picture,” Grey mutters under his breath. His legs carry us past them and lead us up the side stairwell, through the common areas, and straight to my door. Not setting me down, he fishes the lanyard with my keys out and opens the door.

One minute, I’m thrown over his shoulder, and the next I’m tossed like a sack of potatoes onto the bed. “Oof,” I grunt as I bounce on the mattress. Leaning up on my elbows, I’m struck silent by the sight of Grey taking off his shirt and throwing it over my desk chair. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over a shirtless Greyson Jansen; the contours of his muscles look photoshopped while the tattoos make him even more unreal.

Drooling over his upper body, I’m caught off-guard when he tugs off his pants and briefs. His inked legs come into view, and despite all the male perfection in front of me, I have one question slamming around my brain: when did he take off his sneakers and socks?

“Your turn,” Grey growls and pounces on me, diving straight for my jeans. Reaching for my buttons, he rips them apart, tearing seams in his wake. “Hope you didn’t like these, vixen,” he says as he peels the ripped jeans from my skin. Throwing them over his shoulder, he stares down at me and licks his lips. Left in a pair of black panties that leave little to the imagination, I feel wet and needy and so freaking turned on by his displays of possession this weekend. What feels like hours pass as he stares down at me, not moving.

“Are you planning on touching me or are you just going to look?” I challenge, desperate to feel him against me, on me,inme.

He stares at me for a few more seconds before smirking and reaching out to grab the sides of my panties. “I hope you didn’t like these either,” he utters before ripping the black lace from my body.

Holy. Shit.

Before I can fully comprehend what he just did, Grey’s laying on the bed and lifting my body until I’m straddling his chest. Still clothed on top, my naked legs and pussy are on display for him, and based on the darkening of his eyes and the tense set of his jaw, I can tell he likes the view.

“I told you I was going to eat this pussy. Now, give Daddy what he wants and get that cunt up here.” He furthers his want by dragging my bare hips up until my sex is positioned just above his mouth. “Ride my tongue, vixen. Show Daddy how much you fucking want my cock.” He slams me down and feasts.

There’s nothing gentle or soft about how Grey is eating me—and honestly, there rarely is—and he works me over his mouth until I’m thrusting into it. Flattening his tongue, he gives me long, hard licks before circling my clit and drawing it into his mouth. Biting down, he draws my clit further into his mouth before releasing it. Pulling my hips further against him, Grey buries his face between my thighs, soaking up my wetness. I roll my hips back and forward, relishing the friction his tongue creates against me.

“That’s right, fuck Daddy’s face, vixen. Give me that juicy fucking pussy.” He dives back in eating at me like a man starved.

I feel the telltale signs of an orgasm traveling up my spine. Rocking harder against him, I cry out, “Fuck, Grey. I’m coming.” Not letting up his pressure, Grey fucks me with his tongue until I’m exploding against his mouth, coating his face.

My body twitches but Grey only stops when I collapse against him, catching myself on the headboard before I fall face-first into the mattress and suffocate him with my stomach.

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