Grayson
I can’t believe she did drugs. What was she thinking?
When she asked me for them back at the lake, I didn’t think that if I denied her, she would find them from someone else. Who gave her edibles anyway? Is it some other guy that she’s seeing? Ben Reed? He’d be the type. The thought repulses me. The idea of her going to somebody else to help her with something that I wouldn’t makes me sick.
Jesus, the sight of her crying and bloodshot eyes almost killed me. I felt like I was back there, seeing him convulse on the ground while I watched it happen, feeling completely useless.
I wasn’t going to let this happen again. Last time I didn’t do anything, but this time it’s different. I’m going to do everything I can to help her. I’m going to get her through this, and I won’t let anything happen to her.
I pick up her small hand and grasp it in mine, feeling it shake as I drag her to the bathroom. The last time I was here, I left her in the shower and left her apartment. But not this time. This time, I’m staying with her for as long as she needs me to.
I turn on the faucet and fill the bath up. I sit her on the toilet lid and start to strip off her clothes. Her breathing seems to have calmed down a lot more, so maybe she’s feeling better now, knowing she was just hallucinating.
I can’t help but think of her here alone with no one to help her while she was experiencing a bad high the first time that she tried drugs. When I called her, and it went straight to voicemail, I knew something was wrong. I just didn’t expect it to be this. Thank God that asshole concierge from last time wasn’t here.
The bath fills up, and I dip my hand, making sure the temperature is right.
I hold her hand, guiding her inside the bath. When she’s in and covered by the soapy water, I exhale. Letting out a breath from deep inside my lungs. She relaxes into the bath and closes her eyes, letting her head fall back.
We don’t talk. I let her sit there, making her body relax and trying to calm her down. She had a huge panic attack from the hallucination. I hate the fact that she was going through that alone.
When she’s done with the bath, I wrap her up in her towel, dry her off, and help her to her bed. I close all of the blinds, making the room as dark as possible, and get her underneath her sheets.
She drifts off to sleep almost instantly, probably not even aware of my presence. She seems fine. She doesn’t look like she’s panicking anymore, but I can’t leave her. I won’t leave her. Not again.
I sit on her bed, looking down at her face, feeling a knot the size of a rock stuck in my throat. It scared the fuck out of me to see her like that.
I don’t know how much time has passed, exactly. I know it’s been hours, but to me, it felt like minutes. I spent the whole time staring down at her with only the dim lamp to light up the room, making sure she was breathing and alive and that she was okay.
But when her eyes open and she stretches her arms over her head, with a cute little sound, I exhale so hard. She’s fine. She’s okay.
She turns and squints when she sees me lying next to her. “Good morning.”
My chest hurts. I smile at her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It’s two am, angel.”
“Oh,” she says. “Good night, then.”
I choke out a laugh and lean in to kiss her forehead. “Good night.” I pull back and scan her face, worry settling in. “How are you feeling?” I ask.
She lets out a breath. “Good.” Her face falls, a frown replacing her smile from before. “It was so scary,” she tells me, making my chest tense. “I felt like I was going crazy.”
I cradle her against me, hugging her tight to me. “It was just a hallucination. You’re okay, Rosie.”
She nods against my chest, and I pull her chin up to look at me. “Promise me, you won’t ever do that again,” I tell her. “Please, Rosie. I can’t take it.”
She nods again, her eyes shining in the dim room. “I promise.”
I let out a breath of relief and kiss her forehead again and again. She lifts her head and places her soft lips against mine. Fuck, it feels so good. Just kissing her feels amazing. Having her lips on mine, feeling her breath mix with mine as she wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me closer to her.
I slide my tongue in her mouth, tasting her, licking her up like she’s dessert. Her hips bump up and scrape against my dick. That brings me back to reality, and I hum into her mouth as I pull back.
I’m already shaking my head. “No, Rosie. We can’t.”
“Why not?”
I’m asking myself the same question as I run a hand down my face. “You’ve just been through something traumatic. You need to take it easy.”
She closes her eyes and tips her head back into the pillow as she sighs. “I’m getting sick of being rejected,” she says. With that, she opens her eyes and turns to face me. “I’m fine, Grayson, you helped me, and I’m so grateful for that. But now, I want you.”
The words travel straight to my cock. Hearing her tell me she wants me is better than anything. “Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods, her tongue drifting out to wet her lips. “More than anything.”
My mouth is on hers again, kissing her as she gasps and moans into my mouth, and I swallow up every sexy noise she lets out.
She rips her mouth away from mine, and her eyes are hooded and hazy. “I’m ready,” she says, her eyes shining, making her intentions crystal clear.
Oh, Christ. “Not yet,” I tell her.
“Please?” she begs.
I let out a laugh. The way she begs me has me wanting to bow down at her feet and give her everything she wants, but I know that the first time I have her, it won’t be after something horrible just happened. Patience is hard, but she’s going to have to get used to it.
I shake my head again, leaning down to leave a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. “Let me play with you some more,” I tell her instead because ever since I left her apartment the other night, I can think of nothing else but images of Rosie coming all over my tongue, her moans and whimpers, and the way her body shakes when her orgasm hits.
I want it all again. I don’t even care that I went home with the mother of all boners. I didn’t want her to feel like she needed to return the favor. I just wanted her to feel it all. I mean, this whole thing was to help her, after all.
She nods, her lips parted as she stares back at me, and I grin. Fuck yeah. I dive back in, catching her bottom lip between my teeth as my fingers drift down to her breasts.
I let the tip of my finger tease her nipple, rubbing it and pinching it between my fingers until she’s rocking her hips, looking for my cock. I rip the sheets off her, and her hands grasp at my t-shirt, pulling it up.
I help her out and rip it over my head. She looks at me like she’s never seen a man’s chest before, and she probably hasn’t.
“You need to stop looking at me like that,” I tell her.
She frowns. “Why?”
“Because otherwise, this will be over before it even starts.” I husk out. The feel of her eyes on my bare chest has me breathless. I get off the bed and pull my jeans down my body, standing in nothing but a pair of boxers.
I want to rip these off so badly. I want nothing more than to slide inside of her so deep, but I know how to control myself. And control myself, I will. Which means my boxers stay on.
Two seconds later, I’m back on that bed, hovering over her, tasting her body like I crave every night. I lick and suck on her neck, flattening my tongue against her skin and dragging it down her body. I flick her nipples with my tongue, feeling them so tight and hard in my mouth.
She arches her back, pressing her breasts into my mouth, and lets out a sexy little moan. Those sounds. “That feels so good,” she says breathlessly. “I wish this feeling could last forever.”
I grin. “I can make that happen.”
I crawl down her body until my face is between her legs. I leave a soft kiss on her pussy, feeling the skin bare. I look down, and my brows furrow.
“You waxed?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears. She’s gone shy, and I don’t like that at all. “Last time, I didn’t come prepared, so I figured I’d wax if it happened again.”
I look up at her face. “You’re a woman. I expect hair, Rosie. I don’t want you to think you need to prepare yourself for me. Whether you’re waxed or not, I’ll still eat your pussy like it’s a fucking meal. You got that?”
She bites her lip and nods, looking down at me.
I lean down, leaving soft kisses on her soft, bare lips. Her breathing gets heavy, and I know I’m teasing her. Good, because this is going to last a long time.
I lick and suck until she’s panting and bucking her hips to meet me halfway. Her breathing gets louder and heavier, and I know she’s close. I suck her clit into my mouth hard, and when she starts to moan louder, I stop.
I pull back completely and stand up from the bed, looking down at her lying there, naked and wet.
“What…” she asks breathlessly. She’s a cloud of confusion and lost orgasm as she props herself on her elbows to look at me. “Why did you stop?” she asks.
My lips twitch in amusement. “It’s called edging, angel,” I tell her.
“Edging?” she asks.
I nod, bringing my hand to run it up her thigh. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I tell her. “I’m going to lick you and suck you until you reach your peak.” I bring my hand to rub slow circles over her clit. She starts breathing heavily again, and I pull my hand away. “And right before you come, I’ll stop.”
She looks pained. Her brows are in a knot as she lets out a frustrated sigh. “Why?”
I walk over to her nightstand and pull out her little pink toy. “Because,” I tell her. “You said you wanted this to last forever.” I press the button, making the toy roar to life. “And I’m going to make that happen.”
She lets her head fall back and melts into the mattress when I press the toy to her clit, on the lowest setting. My dick is so fucking hard, I can feel the tip leaking pre-come. I rest my hand over my boxers, squeezing my dick slightly to ease the ache, but it does nothing for me. So, I let my hand drop and bring it to Rosalie’s pussy instead.
I circle my middle finger against her opening as the toy continues to torture her clit. She lets out a breathy moan, making my dick twitch. She’s so wet the tip of my finger slips in. Not too far, but far enough that she stills.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She gulps. “Keep going.”
I push forward, letting my finger slip until the first knuckle. Fuck. I groan, feeling how tight she is around my finger. I push in again, bottoming out, and she arches her back. She’s way too close. I pull the toy away from her clit, but my finger stays inside of her.
She cries out, no doubt frustrated that I stopped her from coming again. But I want this to last forever, and having her edged and crying for release is sexier than ever.
“I was so close,” she growls at me. I choke out a laugh, hearing how frustrated she is.
I pull my finger nearly all the way out and then slide it back in, crooking it to hit her g-spot. I know when she feels it because she lets out a high-pitched cry, clamping her legs shut around my finger.
“Open,” I tell her. She does, and I rub up and down her thigh. “Good girl.”
She lets out a whimper, and I groan. I fucking love those noises. “Jesus, angel.” I husk out, bringing the toy to her clit again. “You take my finger so well.” She moans again, and I reward her with a higher speed of the vibrator.
The toy keeps her on edge. Every time she’s close, I pull it away, but my finger never leaves her. I keep it lodged in there, hitting her sweet spot when she’s been good.
I keep her close to climaxing for over half an hour until she’s crying out, moaning relentlessly, and bucking her hips with abandon. She’s so cute when she’s a wreck like this.
“You’re dripping, Rosie,” I tell her when I pull the vibrator away from her again. She cries out again, and I grin. “It would be so easy to slide my cock inside of you,” I tell her, letting my finger get covered and drenched in her juices.
“Please,” she cries, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Grayson. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Make me come,” she begs. “Fuck me, do whatever you want, just make me come, please.” She bucks her hips again. “Please.”
I take pity on her, seeing her cry and writhe, a mess underneath me, and I give her what she wants.
I brush her hair away from her face, her forehead covered in sweat. “You’ve been such a good girl,” I tell her, loving how her eyes light up. “You want to come, angel?” I ask.
She nods vigorously.
I laugh and crawl at her feet. I want to feel her come all over my face again. I let my tongue circle her hard, wet clit, and at the same time, I push my finger inside of her. Two this time, and she’s so wet, she takes me in without any restraints. I finger her while torturing her clit. She reaches up and grabs my hair through her fingers and pushes me down onto her until she moans so sweetly and finally finds release, coming so hard and shaking so violently under me.
I groan, sucking her into my mouth. I can’t breathe. I’m deep in her pussy, covered in her wetness, and I fucking love it.
She cries out so loudly while she comes and comes all over my tongue. When she finally comes down from her orgasm, she falls back onto the bed, but I don’t stop. I keep licking her until she whimpers, letting me know she’s sensitive as hell right now. I indulge in one more lick, seeing her twitch, and then come up for air.
I lie next to her, seeing her so relaxed and satiated. God damn, she’s fucking gorgeous.
She turns her head to look at me, her chest rising and falling as her breathing calms, and then, she shocks me by climbing on top of me until she’s straddling me.
“Rosie,” I warn.
“I know,” she says, starting to rock her hips over me. “I just want to feel you,” she says and presses herself down onto me. I sigh, my eyes drifting closed. She feels so good on top of me, rubbing herself all over my aching cock.
“I want you in my mouth,” she says, continuing the slow roll of her hips over me.
I snap my eyes open, nearly bucking over when I see the sight of her naked, riding my cock over my boxers. “You sure?” I ask her.
She nods and shifts back to grab my dick inside my boxers. My hips shift off the bed at the feel of her soft hand tightening around my shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Her eyes lock with mine, and she swallows. “Teach me,” she tells me.
Oh fuck yeah. “Spit on it.” I tell her. “Get it wet for me.”
Her eyes widen for a second, before she leans down and a drop of spit hits my shaft. She uses it as lube to stroke my dick. The feel of her hands around me is so good. Damn. I almost lose focus for a second, almost let myself fall into the pleasure before I remember this is new to her. She wants to learn.
“Tighter,” I growl, eager to teach her.
Her hold tightens on my dick, stroking it up and down. “Doesn’t it hurt?” she asks.
I shake my head. “It feels good, angel.” She gives my shaft a squeeze, and I groan. “Oh shit.” I’m way too close.
I sit up and take her with me until we’re both standing. “On your knees,” I tell her. I want to look down at that angelic face when she swallows me down her tight throat.
She obeys and gets on her knees in front of me, pulling down my boxers and throwing them to the side.
I fix her hair, collecting all of it in my palm and out of her face. “You look good on your knees, angel.”
She smiles, her eyes glistening with need. “Do you remember when you tried smoking?” I ask her, and she nods. “Open,” I instruct her, just like I did back then.
She grabs my dick in her hand and opens her mouth, her eyes locked on me. The sight almost makes me shoot, but I hold it.
I cover her hand with mine, and bring it to her open mouth. “Suck,” I tell her.
She brings her mouth to the tip of my dick and gives it a slow suck, making my hand drop and my butt clench. “Fuck, that feels good.” She continues her torturous, slow licks while she sucks the tip.
“Take more,” I tell her. She fits more and more of me in her mouth until I’m nearly stuffed in her throat. She sucks and licks and bobs her head up and down, slowly sliding me in and out.
“Faster,” I breathe out, and she obeys. She sucks me faster, taking me deeper into her mouth, and I can feel my release sizzle in my balls, ready to shoot at any minute. I pull out of her mouth completely and hold her head back, beckoning her to keep her mouth open.
I spit into her mouth, loving how some of it drools down her chin. She gasps, and I grin, bringing my dick back into it, feeling mine and her spit cover my wet dick. She grips my dick with her hand as she sucks me deeper into her mouth.
How the fuck has she never done this before? Christ. I give her hair a tight pull, hearing her gasp, which makes her teeth scrape my dick.
I groan, the tiny bit of pain somehow making this even hotter. My hips buck, thrusting my cock down her mouth. She gags, but she doesn’t stop. Tears are streaming down her face as she keeps sucking my dick deeper into her mouth. I wipe away the tears and keep my grip on her hair.
“Shit. I’m coming.” I warn her, expecting her to pull me out and stroke me through release, but she doesn’t stop. She sucks and licks until I’m shooting down her throat, coming on a groan.
I pull back when I’m completely spent, and she licks her lips and grins up at me. Fuck, if that doesn’t make me start hardening again. “How was that?” she asks me.
I lift her off the floor and kiss the shit out of her. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
