Page 23 of Keep You Safe
“Eyes on the TV,” he directed in more of that easy tone. But his narrowed eyes said he expected to be obeyed. “You pay attention to the show now.”
“Impossible.” I wriggled on his lap, trying to see if he was hard, but he stayed my motions with a firm hand on my hip. His other hand wandered like a drone mapping new terrain, skimming over my arms, my collarbones, my nipples, andstomach. He returned to my nipples to give each a light tweak. I let out a soft moan. “As is me waiting if you keep doing that.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started.” He ran a single finger across the crease of my thighs, dancing ever closer to my cock. If he was nervous about touching a cock other than his own, he didn’t show it, expression staying placid, almost as if he were actually paying attention to the show.
I was panting even before his fingers reached my cock, and when he stroked the underside, I moaned. “Fuck.”
“What was the last question?” His tone said he expected an answer, but the voices on the TV might as well be speaking Klingon for all I cared.
“Heck if I know.” I let a little brattiness creep into my voice, which earned me a firmer grip and a none-too-gentle nipple flick.
“Wrong answer.” He tilted my head away from gazing at him, so I was forced to look at the TV. “You watch that mouth of yours now.”
The mention of mouths made my brain gallop right to thoughts of kissing, but Grayson didn’t seem inclined in that direction. I didn’t want to force the issue, not when I was desperate for more of his approval. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better.” He rewarded me exactly as I’d hoped, wrapping a fist around my cock. His hand was bigger than mine and more work-weathered, a contrast that made me moan even before he started leisurely stroking. He also faced the TV, but unlike me, he was apparently actually following along. “What is Argentina?”
“How are you so good at multitasking?” I groaned. Not only was he the silver fox cowboy of my dreams, but he was also smart? He was lucky I didn’t propose on the spot. Or come, which was increasingly becoming a possibility, even with his maddeningly slow strokes.
“Practice,” he said idly as he continued to play with me, rattling off a few more right answers as I lost the ability to think of anything other than how badly I wanted to come. Every time I got anywhere close, though, he slowed down even further, loosening his grip until I was wriggling, trying to get more contact.
“Please.” I wasn’t above begging.
He made a tsking noise. “Episode’s not even half over.”
“Forget multitasking, how are you so damn good at edging?”
“Practice there too.” He let out another of those welcome chuckles, torso rumbling against me. “Lotta lonely nights on the ranch. I got good at playing games with myself, making it last.”
If he were this good at edging himself, he’d likely be one of those go-all-night mythical tops. Want made my pulse pound.
“Hell, if we ever fuck, I might not live to tell the tale.” My tone was brash without being pushy. Fucking didn’t seem to be on the table tonight, which was fine, but I surely filed the idea away for later. He continued stroking my cock, and I let out a moan. “Might not live to the end of this episode, honestly.”
“You will.” He sounded way more certain than I was. He patted my belly with his free hand. “You can wait. I know you want to be good for me.”
“I do.” His reassurance made me more determined to last. As good as it felt to push against him, his praise felt even better. I made it past the halfway point in the episode, falling into a blissfully dreamy state where I floated along, close to the edge, but also nowhere near falling over. Thank God he didn’t ask me to answer any more of the game show questions, though every so often, he’d murmur an answer.
I’d never before found multitasking sexy, but hell if he didn’t inspire all sorts of fantasies of him doing mundane tasks while railing me.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised as the host announced the Final Jeopardy round. “Just a little longer.”
As soon as the final question was revealed, Grayson sped up his strokes, dragging me ever closer to falling over the edge.
“Please.” I’d never longed to see closing credits more. I risked his ire by glancing away from the TV and up at his face. I’d expected to find him watching to see who won, but his gaze was locked on me like he was memorizing my every reaction. That level of attention was heady fucking stuff. I wriggled against him enough to feel him hard and urgent under me, and suddenly, I was right there. “Oh please.”
“There you go.” Grayson gave permission a split second later, right as the closing music sounded. “Go on now, come for me.”
Relief hit as hard as the orgasm itself, wringing me dry as I came and came, all over his fist and my stomach and chest. The edge had turned out to be a giant waterfall drop, a rush so powerful my head roared and my eyes stung. I hadn’t thought it was possible to weep from coming before, but my burning eyes and damp cheeks said otherwise. Full-body shudders had me almost doubled over as Grayson held me tightly.
“You did right fine waiting.” His praise felt like the benediction I’d waited weeks for. He stroked my side, calming me as my breath slowly returned to normal. “So good for me.”
I’d had the most intense orgasm of my life, but Grayson was still hard beneath me, a subtle tension racing through him. I wanted to give him even a fraction of what I’d just experienced.
“Please tell me I get to suck you now.” I scooted off his lap and onto my knees in front of him before he could say no.
“Gonna be quick.” He unzipped his jeans, revealing the thick cock my mouth hadn’t forgotten. Saliva gathered in anticipation. He groaned as he gave himself a few strokes. “You ain’t the only one I’ve been edging.”
“Glad to know you only pretend to be made of stone and that it turned you on too.” I laughed and leaned in so he could tease my lips with the head of his cock.
