Page 78 of The Cabin

With a few very gentle squeezes of his balls, I kiss up one side of his length and then the other. His free hand digs his fingers into my hair. “Baby, you’re playing with me.”Baby.

I hum out a chuckle against his cock, turning to nip his inner thigh, and his grip tightens in my hair. “What do you want, Grayson?” Another look up at him. God, he’s perfect. His eyes are wild.

“I want you to choke on this cock, Sol.” Tingles. My nipples tighten so much it’s painful. Slickness pools between my legs.

Excruciatingly slow, maintaining eye contact, I bring his dick up to my lips. I make a grand show of opening them, sliding my tongue across them, pulling my bottom one in between my teeth. He’s trembling, I can feel his thigh shaking.

I grip harder at his base and I take his cock back into my mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat and I gag. “Oh my god.” His breathing is labored.

I take my time. Sliding him in and out, pausing to kiss and lick and swirl. By the sounds he’s making, his patience is running thin. “What’s wrong, Grayson?” I’m toying with him. I know exactly what’s wrong.

His eyes are half lidded, swarmed with desire. “I need you to swallow my cock, Sol.”

A wicked smirk forms on my lips. “Sir yes sir.”

His eyes roll to the back of his head when I suck him into my mouth again. This time I hollow out my cheeks and time my movements with my hand, using both to jerk him off.

“Such a good fucking girl, Sol. Taking my cock. You suck so goddamn good, baby.”

I open my throat enough to let him hit the back of it over and over, gagging, tears starting to leak down my face. “That’s it, baby, choke on it.” His hand in my hair starts to move my head up and down his dick, showing me the speed he needs. I grab his balls in my free hand and I watch the muscles in his stomach clench. “Fuck, baby. I’m about to come. I’m gonna paint these tits with it. Make a mess of you all over again.” I keep my pace until Grayson lifts me up by the hair on the nape of my neck so my chest is ready for him. His cum jets out, all over my breasts, dripping down my nipples and onto my stomach. He pants above me for a few seconds before bringing me up so we’re face to face. His eyes refuse to leave my chest as he drags a finger through his cum, swirling it around my nipples, dragging it up my neck and into my mouth. I bite and I’m rewarded with a deep, dark growl.

Grayson pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. “That was fucking incredible, Sol. You are so goddamn sexy. Such a perfect mouth. Such gorgeous eyes looking up at me. You took me so good, baby.” I’m breathless and exhilarated and proud. His praise is something I never thought I’d be into, but it changes everything. I’ve learned so much about my own sexuality, let alone sex in general, in the last two days. It’s empowering even if his words don’t actually mean anything. They’re just sweet nothings. Well…hot as hell nothings. But the ‘nothings’ part doesn’t change. It’s just bedroom talk, I know that. But I’m going to soak it in all the same, and try not to let it sink in too close to my heart.

“I like having your cock in my mouth.”

And somehow, I find myself screaming against the shower wall while Grayson makes me orgasm. Twice.

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The sound of barely contained anger has me waking with a start. I roll over and let my eyes adjust to the sunshine, trying to listen. Grayson’s voice carries from somewhere in the cabin, tight and agitated. I can’t hear what exactly he’s saying but I can tell he’s not happy with how the conversation is going.

Sitting up, I stretch, adjusting Grayson’s t-shirt to cover my bottom and decide to seek him out, see if he needs any help.

We slept in bed together, just like the night before. I offered to sleep on the couch. Both times. But Grayson was annoyed I even brought it up. Both times.

Can you blame me, though? Hooking up with him is hot as hell. It is dynamite. I’ve never, ever gotten to feel the way he makes my body feel. But it’s not just pleasure I’m experiencing. I feel cared for and cherished and important. I’ve also never gotten to feel any of those things, and they’re conspiring with my heart, helping it grow big, sharp claws so I can latch onto Grayson and never let go.

This is casual. He wants and needs casual, but I can’t keep it casual. There are so many strings attached for me. Especially because he’s so genuine. Yes, he’s sexy, and yes, he gives me mind blowing orgasms. But he also listens and remembers and does the most considerate, sweet things. I wish he wasn’t so good. He’s a really good man. It would be so much easier if it was just messing around. If he was more selfish and closed off. I don’t know what I’m going to do, especially when he inevitably ends it.

So yes, I tried to sleep on the couch. To seem less interested than I am. Put some distance between us. Act more casual. He wasn’t having any of it. But he has no idea how much harder that’s making all of this. It may just be who he is and he can’t help but act like this or it might just be what he needs to set the mood, but it’s way too close to what I associate with love. With a real relationship. With connection and intimacy and a future together. This is what I would want…forever, really. And I can’t have it, so I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do to protect myself.

“And there’s legitimately no other way this can be done?” he grits, catching me walking out and giving me a tight smile. He nods his head towards the breakfast he made me. SEE? This is what I’m talking about! He’s clearly dealing with something and STILL took the time to think about me. Just be sucky! Please!

“Fine. Yeah, okay. Yes. Three o’clock. Got it. Yeah, see you then.” He throws his phone onto the kitchen counter and then leans over it, his back to me, for the entire time it takes me to finish eating.

Getting up, I place my dishes in the sink and cautiously walk over to him. “Grayson?”

He looks up at me like he forgot I was here. Like he forgot where he was. “Uh, yeah, hi. Sorry. Good morning.” He leans in and places a kiss on my temple. Don’t worry. It has not gone unnoticed that he’s never kissed me on the lips. A clear boundary he’s setting. Casual.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” His eyes lose focus for a minute. “Well, no. Not really. My lawyer just called.”

“That was quick.”

He barks a humorless laugh. “Yeah, well. When you’re as rich as Natalie…well, Hugh, people drop what they’re doing to help you.”

“How bad?”

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