Page 117 of Broken Dreams
And I want that.
I need it.
If this is the last weekend we might have together, then damn it, I want every possible second to be something I can recall when I’m lonely again.
“Would there be a difference if we had sex and I orgasmed or faked it?”
He pulls me against him so there’s no room between our bodies. “You know there is.”
I move my finger from the base of his throat down his chest. “Spoiler alert, I never have.”
“I would know.”
“You would?”
His face moves close, nose brushing against mine, and then his words are a whisper against my skin. “I would, dove. I would know if your moans were fake, the pulsing of your tight pussy wasn’t milking my cock the way it does. I’d know.”
“I’m not sure I believe you,” I say back with a challenge hanging at the end. “I’m a very good actress.”
I’m full of shit on that one. I actually suck at acting. Sure, we’re both fooling everyone we know, but it’s also not hard to like Grady and want more with him.
“Not that good. I would know.”
I grin. “Prove it.”
Before the last syllable is out, he lifts me in his arms, carrying me to the bed, but he stops before we get there, my feet hitting the floor.
His one arm wraps around my back, the other hand gripping my chin. “Do you know anyone who lives in this building?”
The question confuses me, but I nod. A few of my friends still live here. “Yes. Why?”
“Because tomorrow, you’re going to be embarrassed when you see them because tonight, they’re going to hear you scream my name as I make you come several fucking times.”
“I can be quiet.”
His eyes flash and I know I’m in for it. “You won’t. Maybe the first, maybe even the second time, but by the third, you won’t have the ability to keep quiet.”
“Third?” I ask, now wondering if this game was a good idea.
His hand at my chin drops, moving to the back of my head where his fingers tighten in my hair. “The first one, I’m not even going to touch you. You’re going to come with my cock in your mouth. Get on your knees, Addison. Let’s see how quiet you can stay.”
The deep timbre of his voice has my stomach clenching and I want to say no, to deny him, but I can’t. I want every perfect orgasm this man will give me.
So I step back and start to lower myself, but he grabs me, pulling me back up. “Strip first.”
The command unfurls something inside of me. I really fucking like it when he’s bossy this way. Maybe it’s because this is the only place it is so prevalent. Maybe because in my entire life, I’ve never known how sexy it is. Whatever the reason is, my body responds to it—to him.
I lift my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor, then hook my fingers in my leggings and slide those down.
Grady looks at me and jerks his chin. “The bra and underwear too, dove. I want to see every inch of you as my cock is in your mouth and you’re writhing as you fall apart.”
I’m not saying I hate sucking dick, but never before have I come while doing it. But I issued this challenge and if he can make me come three times, I might just fall in love with him.
I do as he asks, standing naked in front of him. “You’re stunning, Addy. You’re so beautiful, every fucking inch of you is perfect. After you’re a good girl and come for me once, I’m going to enjoy touching every part of you.”
His words alone have me wet. “No one said you couldn’t touch me.”
“You think you can fake it and I won’t know. I’ll be able to tell standing here.” He lifts his shirt over his head and then starts on his belt and pants. “I’ll know. I’ll know without feeling the way you grip me like a vise. I’ll know without your warmth flooding my cock, bathing it because your body loses control. So here’s what I want.” Grady steps closer, but not touching me at all. Instead, his hand is wrapped around his cock as he’s stroking himself. “I want you on your knees, sucking my cock and touching yourself. I want you to try to fake it and when I call you out on it, you do exactly what I tell you to do. Understand?”
