Page 32 of Mr. Edwards
My legs are locked around his waist, and my mouth is kissing a path along his strong jawline as he fumbles with my keys, trying to open the door to my apartment.
He drove us here at record speed, lecturing me the whole way on how unsafe it is for me to walk these streets on my own at night. He almost had a coronary when he found out how I’d gotten to the pizzeria. I just sat there reapplying my lipstick and refraining from rolling my eyes, because it was sweet that he cared. I’m going to need to be careful with this one.
His reprimanding reminded me a lot of Reece, but what he failed to realize is that I’ve been walking the streets on my own since I was a kid.
I lower myself to my feet once we enter my apartment, straightening my top and toeing off my shoes. I click the lock into place before turning to face Grayson.
“Would you like something to drink? I have beer or coffee?”
I grin when he gives me a stern look. “We both know I’m not here for a beverage, Carlee.”
His smile turns predatory as he goes about undoing the buttons on his shirt before whipping it off and flinging it across the room, like my own personal stripper. This man is off-the-charts hot. I could watch him undress daily and never get bored.
A strangled whimper permeates in the back of my throat as my eyes drink him in. His skin is golden and sun-kissed, and I want to lick him all over. My not-so-subtle gawking starts at his broad shoulders before moving to histoned chest, then down to his rippled abs, pausing when I reach the delicious V that disappears into the waistband of his low-riding jeans.
“Like what you see, baby?” he says, giving me a cocky smirk.
“Meh,” I reply, shrugging a shoulder. His ego certainly doesn’t need any more stroking.
Quickly closing the distance between us, I drop to my knees, curling my fingers into his belt loops, and dragging him closer. The sizable bulge straining behind the denim has me licking my lips. My mouth salivates in anticipation.
“Just meh huh?”
I roll my eyes.
He knows he’s all that and more; he doesn’t need to hear it from me. He informed me during my interrogation over dinner that he modeled back in college, that’s how he made the money to start up his own business with his douchey friend. You only have to take one look at him to know he’s had women fawning over him his entire life.
“Fine,” I say, popping the button on his jeans. “You’re a sexy bastard. Happy now?”
My eyes dart up to his as I reach for his zipper. He doesn’t answer, but his pleasing smile leaves me breathless.
Chapter 7
Grayson
Carlee wastes no time reaching inside my boxer briefs and freeing my rock-hard cock. She’s not timid in her movements and I like that about her.
My eyes clench closed when she licks a path from the base to the tip of my engorged dick, swirling her tongue around the head and lapping up all the precum. I intake a sharp breath. I’ve been tethering on the edge since my fingers brought her to orgasm outside the restaurant. I hope I don’t embarrass myself here.
When she parts her lips, I gather her hair in my fist, guiding myself deep into her mouth… the same mouth I’ve been obsessing over all night. She opens her throat, swallowing me all the way down. Sweet baby Jesus,I mean all the fucking way. I’m buried so deep, her cute button nose and those thirteen tiny freckles are now squished up against my pubic bone. I’m pretty sure the head of my cock is now lodged somewhere down her neck.
“Holy shit,” I groan, throwing my head back. It’s almost too much. She wasn’t kidding when she said she had no gag reflex.
I tighten my grip on her hair, tugging slightly. She pulls out almost to the tip before swallowing me all the way down again. I growl when she hums, contracting her throat so it pulsates around my dick like a vice. It’s been mere seconds and I have to will myself not to blow. She already seems immune to my charms, so I’ll be humiliated if I let go so soon.
Her teeth and tongue work me into a frenzy. Her plump, red lips stain my dick with each pass and it’s so damn hot. I don’t even want to know how she learned to suck cock like this.
The roar that rumbles out of me almost sounds feral as my hips buck with a ferocity all their own. My dick’s never experienced anything like this; he’s like praise to the Lord and hallelujah to all the fucking Gods. We’re in some kind of blow job heaven. This is exactly where I want to spend eternity when I die. Who needs paradise when your girl’s got a mouth like this?
She’s most definitely getting an upgrade on my phone. No fuck that, I’m putting her on speed dial.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.”
I desperately suck in a lung full of air when I start to feel light-headed. I’m so invested in this blowjob, I’ve forgotten to breathe. Her delicate fingers are kneading my tight balls, and her tongue is whirling and gliding against me like it did with that damn fork as she ate her tiramisu. It’s like I’m the most delicious thing she’s ever had in her mouth. She’s driving me wild… to the brink of insanity. I’ll never be able to look at that dessert again without thinking of her, or this moment.
Everything goes white behind my eyelids as my groan forms the shape of her name. “Caaarlee.”
Both my hands are now fisted in her golden locks and my hips glide back and forth of their own accord. I’m notgoing to be able to hold off much longer, she’s that good. If sucking cock was a sport, she’d be breaking records, and probably hearts, all over the damn country.
