My hands grip his waistband, and I slowly maneuver them down his form. His hand goes to my wrist and my eyes shoot up to his.
“Don’t think you have to do this if you don’t want to baby. I’m more than happy to play with you if that makes you more comfortable,” he says with earnest eyes.
“Do you not want me to?” I ask him, lowering my chin now, second-guessing myself.
“Lottie, look at me.” He lifts my chin, giving me a kiss on the lips. “There is nothing I want more than for you to pull my cock out. I just want to make sure that’s whatyouwant to do.”
Nodding at him. “I just—I don’t know what I'm doing. I thought you stopped me because of that.” His dick twitches between us at my words.
“Fuck, do you not see what you do to me?” With that, my hands join his at the waistband of his shorts and pull them down.
My hand grazes his soft flesh with slight hesitation, and his body shudders once more at my touch. He grabs my face and kisses me. “You're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Greyson gently raises his body so he’s now sitting on the inner ledge of the pool, which also means I'm face-to-face with his very large and very thick erection. My eyes go wide at the sight of him naked in front of me, and I can't help but lick my lips. I gently wrap my hand around him and slowly stroke it up and down.
A few moments later, I ask him, “Is this right?”
He groans and leans back, placing his hands behind him on the pool deck. “Yes, Lottie. Fucking perfect.” He stares at me through hooded eyes, and I have never felt sexier than I do right now.
A little bead of liquid forms at the tip of his cock, and I lean down to taste it. I hear him mutter from above me, but I can't make out his words. Wrapping my lips around his hard length, I slowly take him into my mouth.
I’ve read enough smut that I know what I should do, so I keep one hand around Greyson’s cock while my mouth moves along him. Feeling his large hand tangle into my hair as I move the two in sync with one another spurs me on even more. I lock eyes with him, savoring the way he feels.
“You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” he says as he strokes my hair. I can't help but squeeze my thighs together at his words. I am so turned on that the pressure alone might be enough to get me off.
I love the sounds coming out of him right now. This strong, almost impenetrable man is coming undone under my touch, and there is nothing hotter.
“Fuck, baby. Keep that up and I'm going to come down that throat of yours.” His words only turn me on even more. There’s no way in hell I'm stopping now.
Another minute later and I feel his body tense and he’s groaning something along the lines of "don’t stop… about to come", but I’m not really paying attention to his words. I'm too focused on his face and how utterly masculine and breathtaking he is when he lets it all go.
Once he stops twitching, I give the throbbing head of his cock one more swipe of my tongue as I stand up. I'm not even fully standing before Greyson is pulling me in for an all-consuming kiss.
“Stay the night with me,” he finally says as we break apart.
I giggle. “That good, huh?”
“Babe, that was mind-blowing. I just want to spend the rest of the night returning the favor,” he says as he tucks a loose strand of my wet hair behind my ear.
I lean into his hand.
“I can't tonight… but I could tomorrow. Is Trent gone all weekend?” I question. I could sleep over tonight knowing damn well Ethel isn’t around, but I need to unleash all of today’s events on Ashley and mentally prepare for a sleepover with Greyson.
He scoops me up and twirls me around in the pool. “He’s gone for the rest of the weekend. You’re mine tomorrow, all day and night.”
What I wouldn’t give to be his for more than just tomorrow.
Chapter Six
MyOl’Girlhaskept me busy all day. I have washed her, shined her up, and now I’m cleaning out the carburetor. My teal blue, 1963 Ford F-100 Stepside pickup truck is an eye-catcher, but she didn’t get that way overnight.
My Grandpa, who used to be the President of the Rebel Knights, loved his motorcycles, but this truck always held a special place in his heart.
When I was younger, he started working to restore it and from the time I could hold a wrench, we had a weekly date with “Ol’ Girl”, as he called her.
Although I would much rather still have him here, I was honored that my Nana gave me his truck when he passed last year. She said he wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to have it.
My Grandpa taught me restoration and my dad taught me how to fix just about anything on a bike. It's in my blood and I love it. Now I’m excited to take our family's shop to the next level and teach my old man and his guys a few new tricks.