Page 72 of Grave Misgivings
“I like how it feels when you touch me. When youkissme.”
“Is that right?” I ask, softly hooking my thumb under his chin. I look him in his eyes, knowing I’m signing my fucking death certificate.
He nods. “I feel like I’ve been dying a slow death for years, but now I’malive.”
His words are pure and honest. Brutal, in a different kind of way.
He grabs me by the neck, pulling me toward him, and I don’t fight him. Not one fucking bit, because it does feel right.
Everything about him feels so undeniably right.
Geo kisses me slowly, his fingers sliding into my hair, and he grips the locks tight.
I stumble a bit as he moves backward, shifting our weight until he is beneath me. I brace my hands on both sides of him, boxing him in.
His fingers travel over my jaw, hands traipsing down my chest slowly, delicately. He moves his touch across my hips, twisting his fingers in the hair above my navel, grazing over the waistband of my jeans gracefully, carefully, but with reverence.
Geo Graves explores me like an uncharted map, his touch making my entire body heat like a flame.
He rises just the slightest from his momentary cage, arching his back as he opens his mouth, one hand finding my neck again as he squeezes lightly.
His tongue finds mine quickly and his kiss turns hungry, heated, and rough, grace giving way to the rush once more, and I settle my hand on his hip, and then I feel it.
The heaviness of his fucking cock, hard against my own.
I groan as I instinctively grind against him.
His body is solid against mine as he ravages my mouth. His tongue caresses mine fervently, and he moans as his hand on my neck slides up into my hair, once more grabbing a fistful of it in his hand.
A deep groan escapes his throat as hethrustshimself against me.
It’s a startling contrast to how he normally is; shy, sweet, innocent.
But I can’t deny I like him like this.
Hard, needy, and beneath me.
“Geo…” I breathe his name as I try to find my way back to the present. Because the way he’s touching me, kissing me, is like an out of body experience.
His breath catches and I worry maybe I’ve gone too far, but before I can break away, he moans into my mouth and his entire body tenses.
“Fuck, Zeb.” His voice is strained, and he grabs onto me for dear life with one hand, the other finding its resting place right over my cock. He doesn’t grab me or squeeze me, but I don’t miss the heat of his touch or the way his fingers tremble against me.
I grind myself against his palm, and his fingers move of their own accord, rubbing over my shaft and head.
“Zeb, I’m going to—” He closes his eyes, breathing deep. “Fuck!” he cries as my phone rings loudly, practically jumping off the counter.
I’d recognize the ringtone anywhere.
It’s Katy.
Geo lets out a guilty groan as buries his head in my shoulder, and I don’t miss how his cock throbs against mine through his sweatpants as his shoulders tense against me.
His lips against my skin are like fire as he lets out a shaky, hurried breath.
Instinctively, I wrap my arm around him, pulling him close as he pants against my chest.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” I say, because I can barely breathe myself, and I’m not all that sure I am indeed, okay.
