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“What am I going to do with you? I ought to punish you for that little stunt.” He licks his lips. Pleasure shoots to my groin, and my nipples harden at his simple action. He rocks into me again, and I wrap my legs around him, bringing us closer together, chasing the sensation.
“So… punish me,” I breathe out, my voice sounding huskier than I’ve ever heard it. At my demand, he leans down and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth hard. I tighten my legs around his waist as he ruts into me and ravishes my mouth. His hot tongue licks at the seam of my mouth. I tangle my tongue with his, tasting the sweet popcorn we’d both been snacking on.
“More. I need more.” I beg. He moves to the side of me so he can free up his arm and he yanks up my sweater before pulling down the cups of my bra. My tits are trussed up, and I arch towards him, shamelessly offering him my exposed chest. He licks my nipples, moving from one to the other, before sliding his hand along my stomach and down under the waistband of my leggings, straight under the elastic of my panties. He continues to lavish attention on my breasts, licking, sucking and nipping. His fingers find my clit instantly, and he rubs small circles at first. “Mmm. Yes. Like that.” He rubs a little faster, and the sensation combined with the assault on my nipples is bringing me close quickly. Just as I’m about to fall, he withdraws his hand from my underwear and pulls away from me.
“Why are you stopping? I was so close!” I’m practically humping his leg, trying to chase my orgasm. I look at him to see a smug smile stretched across his face.
“You were a naughty girl, Lia. And naughty girls don’t deserve to come.” Is he fucking serious? I cannot believe this guy. He thinks he’s punishing me? We’ll see. I close my eyes and lie back. Slipping one hand into my panties, I continue where he left off, rubbing small circles on my swollen clit. I grab my breast with my other hand, squeezing it tightly. He growls at me and rips my hands away.
“Fuck no.” He scoops me off the floor and lifts me up, standing up and carrying me upstairs. Ha, I knew he wouldn’t stand for that. He has no clue I’ve played him. Well, maybe he has, but the result is the same, and I have a feeling I am going to get exactly what I want.
Chapter Thirty-Five
GRAYSON
Fucking hell. The brazen way she slipped her hand into her panties to finish herself off almost had me coming in my pants like a fucking school boy. I’m sure she knows she won. I don’t care though. I’d let her win every game between us if it meant I got to give her the pleasure she wanted. It had always been like that between us; fun and laughter, but when it came down to it, I would give her the world if I thought it would make her happy.
I set her down gently on my bed. Something about seeing her in my room, in my space again, makes my chest clench. For such a long time, I believed she’d never set foot in here again, but here she is. I think back to one of the last times we’d been together. We’d been in her bedroom rather than this one. I’d snuck over to Dee’s and climbed up the trellis into Dahlia’s bedroom window after a run in with my dad. I wanted to kiss her that night, but I didn’t.
If I’d known back then it would be years until I saw her again, I would have done it. I’d wanted to, so badly, but I didn’t have the confidence. I have no issues taking what I want now, yet the old version of me deserved her way more than this version does.
As I look down at her now, all grown up, this beautiful woman, lying on my bed, I know I’m not the only one who’s lost something the last few years. She’s different from when we were kids. That boisterous confidence she used to have, it’s not the first thing you notice about her anymore. Like all that crap with her mum has gone and jaded her optimism. I hate that for her. But downstairs in my games room, just for a second, when she took control, I saw a glimpse of it. The girl she used to be, taking exactly what she wanted, and she was a vision.
I ought to tell her to leave before I do any more damage. Before it’s too late. But I’m a red-blooded male, and she’s lying on my bed offering herself to me and no-one's self-restraint is that good.
DAHLIA
His room is just the way I remembered. A large bed in the centre, and his desk in the corner. It’s still decorated in all dark blue and grey with dark wood. There’s a shelf full of swimming trophies that I don’t recognise and he has a lot more computer kit. Two large monitors and a laptop.
The scent is all him, cedarwood and masculine. Considering he’s been here all week on his own, the room is tidy. He always was neat though. Nothing has changed there.
But I couldn’t care less about his bedroom right now. The way he is looking at me while I lay here is making me feel all sorts of needy. I sit up and go to pull my sweater off but I notice there are bits of popcorn stuck to me, it’s somehow got everywhere.
“Do you mind if I quickly get cleaned up and maybe change into something else? I don’t want to get popcorn all over your bed,” I admit.
“Of course.” Grayson nods and pulls open one of his drawers. He rummages around and pull out a couple of things. “Here, they’ll probably be a bit big but hopefully they’ll do. Use my bathroom, and I’ll use the main one.” He opens the door to his ensuite and leaves me to it. I strip off my sticky clothes and dump them into his laundry basket.
I slip the soft t-shirt he’s given me over my head. It’s clean but unmistakenly his as his familiar masculine scent envelopes me. It hits mid-thigh on me so I can wear it as a nightie. The shorts slide down even with the drawstring tightened so I fold them up and leave them on the side in his bathroom. I turn to go back into his room to wait for him, but he's standing in the doorway staring at me.
“Shit, you scared me.” He’s looking at me like he’s barely got a hold of himself. I hesitantly pull on the hem of his t-shirt to give myself a little more coverage. “Is this okay? Sorry, the shorts were a bit big. I can go down and get my bag. I have a change of clothes in there.”
“No!” he barks out before he softens his voice. “Fuck Lia, you look perfect.” My face heats at the way he runs his eyes up my legs and back down. His approval gives me the confidence boost I need.
“Well, I wasn’t actually planning on wearing it for very long,” I tell him. His eyes snap to mine, and he lifts a balled fist to his mouth. He lets out a noise that sounds very much like a growl. That’s when I notice what he’s wearing, or more accurately, what he’s not wearing. His smooth chest is bare. All he has on is a pair of loose, black basketball shorts. And the thin fabric leaves nothing to the imagination. His shorts are tented, and my thighs involuntarily clench at the sight.
When he sees where I’m looking, he removes his fist from his mouth and squeezes himself through his shorts. I want to be the one touching him so I step closer to him. He’s a clear head taller than me without my shoes on, so I have to tip my head back to see his face. He must have quickly showered as his hair is damp, and I watch as a droplet of water drips down onto his chest. I can’t resist and I lean in and lick the droplet off his pec, chasing the trail it left in its path. Grayson takes a sharp breath in.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb softly along the line of my jaw.
“Show me…” I whisper. He lifts me off the floor and spins me around before throwing me onto his bed. I bounce a little as I land. His large hands circle my ankles and he drags me down the mattress so I’m lying flat on my back.
Standing at the foot of his bed, still loosely gripping my ankles, he asks, “Can I taste you, Lia?” His damp hair falls over his eyes, and the way he is looking at me right now makes me want to say yes to anything and everything he suggests. I nod and his fingers bite into my skin as he grips me tighter.
He looms above me just for a second before he leans down and runs his nose up one of my bare legs until he’s almost at the juncture of my thighs. Then he stops and repeats the action on my other leg. He runs both hands down my thighs, stopping at my knees, and gently spreads them apart.
My whole body tenses. I want this, but I’m suddenly self-conscious at the thought of him seeing me so close. In the summer house we’d been intimate, but we’d been in shadow. The lights in this room are bright, and once he lifts my shirt, there will be nowhere to hide. He senses my hesitation and stops to look at me, seeking out my approval before doing anything else.
“Is this okay? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” His words are so sincere, but he has no idea they are completely pointless because I would never deny him anything.
