Greyson kissed me like a professional. His lips and teeth and tongue were all consuming. I couldn’t think about anything but the pressure of his lips on mine and the sweet pleasure that ran through me as he sucked and nibbled on my tongue. He was so good that I didn’t realize that he had successfully pulled my top and bra off until I felt my naked br**sts pressed against his chest.
“Oh,” I moaned against his lips as I felt his fingers kneading into my naked back and my ni**les pressed against the soft cotton of his shirt. My fingers quickly reached for his buttons and opened his shirt up. I wanted to feel my skin against his skin. I wanted to feel the light spattering of his chest hair against my ni**les, teasing them gently as his fingers kneaded into me roughly and his tongue explored my mouth.
“To answer your question, Meg,” he muttered before bending his head down to my br**sts. His eyes looked up at me and I stared at him wordlessly. “To answer your question, I would say if Brandon is bad news, then I am even worse news.” His eyes were dark and his words were bold. I stared at him for a moment, about to ask him what he meant, but then his lips reached down and took my nipple in his mouth and I was taken on a new journey.
His teeth weren’t gentle as they bit down on my nipple, and I cried out as he bit and sucked and then sucked and bit. My hands found their way to the top of his head and my fingers played with his silky tresses as I leaned back. His mouth changed from one breast to another, and as his teeth bit down on my other nipple, I felt a small orgasm building up in my body.
I groaned as he continued sucking and his fingers slid down my back and in between my ass. This time, he wasn’t hesitant or gentle with his fingers. His hands slid roughly between my legs with the simple intent of rubbing me and bringing me pleasure as he suckled on my br**sts. I moaned and my head fell back as his fingers found my spot and continued to rub me as his lips and teeth took possession of me.
The orgasm that had been building in me reached its peak and I felt my body trembling on top of him as I climaxed. I shifted uncomfortably in his lap, self-conscious about what had just happened, and I noticed that he was smiling at me.
“What?” I tried to wriggle off of his lap, but his hands remained firm on me.
“I didn’t expect you to come.” He laughed and his fingers moved up to play with my br**sts.
“You were teasing me.”
“Through your clothes.”
“My br**sts aren’t covered.”
“You didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t complain.” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t see my burning face. “I got mine.”
“You sound like a guy.”
“So?” I shifted in his lap again, trying to get off of him. His c**k was still resting against my pu**y, and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. The orgasm I had experienced was only the beginning of the fireworks that my body wanted to experience.
“I want you.” He kissed my lips. “I want to tear your pants off and I want you to ride me. I want you to ride me hard and fast and press your br**sts in my face. I want to suck on your ni**les as you bounce up and down on my hard c**k and then I want to flip you over and f**k you from behind. I want to f**k you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name out, begging me for mercy. And then I want you to get down on your knees and suck me off until I’m moments from coming. Then you’ll get back on my lap and ride me slowly and we’ll both experience the best orgasms of our lives.”
I stared at him, unblinking and silent. My heart was racing with anticipation and my fingers were unconsciously gripping his arms. His words had turned me on and I waited patiently for him to undo my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I knew that I should say no, but I wasn’t going to. I didn’t want to. I wanted him badly. I had wanted him from the moment I had seen him.
A voice was screaming at me, but I couldn’t move. I’d always been the responsible one, the wait-until-you’re-in-a relationship-and-in-love girl. But that had been boring, and it hadn’t gotten me anywhere. I’d never had one night of unbridled passion. My pu**y had never ached for a c**k the way it was aching for Greyson’s c**k right now. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel how big he was, how deep he could go. I wanted to make him forget his own name. I wanted him to make me forget everything.
I waited patiently for his fingers to move to the top of my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I didn’t care how bad he was. Not in this moment. Not when my body felt like this.
“Okay, you passed the test.” Greyson’s voice was soft, and I stared at him in confusion as he lifted me up and placed me on the couch next to him.
“Huh?” I mumbled, slightly dazed and very confused.
“While you technically didn’t give me a lap dance, the way you moved your hips showed me that you could give a good one.”
“But, I thought...” I mumbled, angry at myself for feeling disappointed.
“You thought I was going to f**k you?” This time he was standing in front of me and looking down. His eyes looked hawkish and his body seemed overpowering as he stood in front of me, tall and strong.
“I, uh,...” I looked around for my bra, not wanting to sit there partially naked in front of him anymore.
“I told you that I won’t f**k you until you beg me for it.” His fingers reached down and traced a line from my cheek to my trembling lips.
“You’re a—” I started, but he pushed his finger into my mouth to stop me from continuing.
“Shh.” He shook his head. “Or it will be something much larger than my finger in your mouth.”
“You wish.” I pushed his finger out of my mouth.
“No, Meg. I think you do.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it to the front of his pants. “You see what you did to me, Meg, with your teasing and grinding. I’m aching to be sucked off by you. But not until you’re ready. Really ready.”
“Whatever.” I squeezed his c**k gently and quickly unzipped his pants before slipping my fingers into his boxer shorts and grasping his c**k in my fingers. I smiled to myself as I felt his sharp intake of breath. I allowed my fingers to run down the full length of his hard cock, and I shifted in my seat as I started feeling turned on again.
He was big, long, and thick, and I swallowed hard as I imagined him inside of me. I reached the tip of his c**k and squeezed gently. He groaned again and I let my fingertips caress him as they grew wet with his pr**cum. I ran my fingers down to his balls and squeezed them a few times before allowing my nails to trace down him again. Then I removed my fingers from his pants and zipped him up again.