Page 145 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
“Are you sure you want me on top? Then it’s like I’m in charge.”
Gray laughed and stroked my hair. “Let’s not pretend you haven’t been working me since day one.”
I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes at him. “What do you mean, day one?”
“When I held you down on your bed,” Gray’s voice took on a husky quality. “Your nipples pebbled and your breathing was fast. But not from fear. You were excited. You captivated me since the moment I realized you weren’t afraid. The moment you lashed back, I was a goner,” he confessed.
I smiled as I shucked my panties and then lined him up with my entrance. I couldn’t resist giving his thick cock a few pumps before I slid slowly down on him, gasping as I did. The stretch was tight and I felt so full. I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chiseled pecs, staring at his gorgeous curling lashes and his dark brown eyes. “You had me all figured out, huh?”
Gray shook his head slightly, creating a divot in the pillow. “Nope. On the contrary, you constantly surprise me. His hand came up to cradle my face. “And I love that. I love that you want me.”
I slid down further, grabbing that hand on my cheek and sliding it over so I could swallow his thumb at the same time that my pussy swallowed his dick. Once I was seated all the way down, I released his thumb and leaned over him. “Always you. Your mind, your humor, that suction, and this dick? Yes please.”
Gray chuckled and gently pistoned in and out of me, letting me feel the stretch and adjust to it. But after a couple minutes, he gently pushed on my shoulder. “I want to see you bounce. I want to see you go insane.”
I leaned up and ground down on him. “If you want to see all that, you’re gonna have tomake mego insane.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
Gray lifted his hands, but instead of touching me, he just pinched two fingers on his right hand together midair.
Instantly, the air around my left nipple contracted. Sensation buzzed down my spine like a happy little bumblebee.
“God, that feels good.”
Gray just smiled as he pinched with his left hand. But instead of putting suction on my other nipple, he got it right on my pussy lips. Instantly, my entire body stiffened in anticipation as he slowly moved that hand to the side, the sucking sensation sliding from one side to the other, making the nerves down there pulse and jump like they were in a night club. Colors flashed behind my eyelids each time I blinked. Then Gray released the sucking sensation and reversed it. He began to tug gently on both.
The motion drove me wild. I couldn’t help it. I had to move. My hands raked through my hair so that I’d resist leaning down to scratch my initials into his chest because that would ruin his ability to give these perfect, tiny nibbling yanks. Gray spread the fingers of his left hand and the air suddenly pushed back my labia, pushed my clitoral hood, and then the suction started up again, right where I needed it most.
I moaned and started to circle my hips on Gray’s cock, trying to build up the internal sensation even as the external sensation pelted me. I knew now why all the tabloids had called Gray the orgasm king. They hadn’t even been lying. I went faster and faster and his suction kept pace until I was moaning and he was grunting and thrusting up into me each time I circled my hips.
Faster. More.
And there it was. My orgasm rocked through me with so much force, stole so much from the rest of my body that my fingers and toes started to tingle from lack of blood. It all rushed toward my center, where a cyclone of sensation swirled through me.
Gray and I both yelled as we came at the same time—the perfect ending for our ‘first time’ together.
