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“I don’t care what he was trying to do. He shot at you with an arrow.” His eyes blaze with an undercurrent of fury that I’ve never felt before. I press my palm against his chest, feeling his thundering heartbeat. “He should die for that alone.”
“You care that much?” I lick my lips as I gaze up at him, the dry air of the tunnel stinging my eyes. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Greyson gathers my hands in his. “Vanessa, I don’t know what’s between us, but ever since we kissed, it’s like something woke up inside me. All I can think about is getting another taste of your strawberry lips.”
“I offered that to you.” I’m not angry about that, only annoyed he didn’t take me up on it.
“I want more than that, Vanessa. I want you, all of you.”
“Greyson…” I swallow past the lump in my throat, unsure how to tell him just how I feel. “I don’t know if I can give you more.”
“Then why are you still a virgin?”
Adrenaline spikes through me, and my mouth falls open before I frown at him with irritation. “I eliminated that with a dildo.”
“You’re deflecting.”
“I am not. It was a long, thick dick that stuck to the wall of my shower.”
“Is this how we are about to direct this conversation?” The tips of his ears turn red as he replies, but somehow, he manages to hold my unflinching stare.
“Didn’t even need lube,” I whisper.
“So that’s a yes.” He tugs me toward him with a hand on my waist. “Have you ever slid down a cock before, Vanessa?”
My eyes widen for a fraction of a second before my lips tug up into a smile. My sweet country boy has a devil’s tongue, though it costs him. I don’t miss the way his cheeks blush or how his breathing kicks up in his chest. Apollo and his crazy falls away from this moment as the tunnel quiets.
“A plastic—”
“You know damn well what I mean,” he growls out with a hunger he often hides from me. Grabbing my hand, he places it over the erection pressing against his jeans. “A throbbing, pulsing cock, Vanessa.”
I swallow as my hand wraps around his erection and heat floods my body. In that moment, my posturing dissolves and hunger takes its place as I grip him. My mouth waters, and I want nothing more than to drop to my knees and taste him. “No.”
“Didn’t think so.” He steps away, leaving me to blink up at him in confusion as he stalks down the tunnel. “Coming?”
“An innuendo, Greyson?” Shaking my head, I follow him deeper into the butte before I mutter, “Not yet.”
“What was that?” He spins around, his eyes darkening as he takes me in.
There’s something I want though. “Let me taste you.” I lick my lips for emphasis.
“What?” He stops before me, his erection still straining in his jeans.
“We may not have a moment to ourselves again. I want you, Greyson, and I want this moment for the two of us.” I step into him and press my palms to his chest, letting them glide down his body until his hands catch mine.
“Vanessa.” The strain in his voice is exactly what I want to hear.
“Let me touch you, feel you.” I pause, knowing I need to give a small, vulnerable part of me to him. “I want to feel something real.”
“And touching my dick is real?” I can see the war brewing in his eyes over my betrayal, his hurt, and the very real need he can’t hide.
Including the very real power I feel from his shudder when I touch him.
“Right now? Yes. You are real, Greyson. You’re grounded, steady, and I want to explore that.” I can’t describe the need that sweeps through me, only that my body clenches at the thought of exploring him.
When he doesn’t say anything more, my hands drift to his jeans. I’ve never touched a man like this before, and there’s something empowering about rendering him speechless with my hands alone.
Flicking open the button, I slide the zipper down and drop my gaze to the very real, very hard cock in my hand.
No boxers, he’s been commando this whole time.
He hisses as my fingers wrap around the head, feeling the velvety steel of his length pulse in my hand. I greedily push his jeans down his hips, my own body responding to his desire as I stroke his length. I’m not sure what size is normal, but I can’t close my grip around his girth and I know I won’t be able to swallow him down.
I lick my lips, intending to damn well try, as I sink to my knees before him.
“Vanessa.” He reaches for me, and I give him a sly smirk as my tongue darts out to taste the fluid beading at the head of his cock.
Saltiness coats my tongue, and I dive in for another taste before Greyson wraps his hands in my hair and pulls me back.
“Look at me.” The moan that slips from his lips is all male, and as I gaze up, the look he gives me makes me feel like a damn goddess. “Have you ever…”
I smirk, knowing he can’t finish that sentence. “No.”
“Fuck,” he hisses.
I run my tongue over every ridge, learning what makes his grip tighten in my hair, and I do it again and again, enjoying his pants as his tension begins to ease.
He starts to relax under my touch, the worry of whether or not I want him falling away as my mouth stretches around his dick.
And his moans, just hearing them has me groaning around him, which he really likes.
Beneath my palm, which I wrap around the base of his warm cock, I feel him buzz, feel him shudder as he holds back. My tongue tastes and licks and learns as my body pumps lethal desire through my veins.
I never considered this act before because I never felt like it would do anything for me.
Oh how wrong I was. My pants rub me in just the right way, but it isn’t enough. I can feel how close he is, how close I am with just this. The days—no, months of sexual tension leading up to this, me teasing him in the shower as I came on my fingers, and that searing kiss against my wall, all comes flooding back. As I dip my fingers into my pants, feeling just how wet I am, I know it won’t take much more for me to reach that final peak.
“I’m so close.” Greyson’s grip tightens in my hair, his hips pumping once, twice.
My body coils tighter and tighter until my release sits just at the edge of my fingertips.
Greyson moans and salty fluid fills my mouth, and I swallow it down as my orgasm rocks through me. Our bodies move together as pleasure surges through us.
I continue licking until he pulls away with a shudder and a groan. Turning his back to me, he runs his hands through his hair before he tugs his jeans up.
I glide my finger over my clit once more to feel those last pulses before the moment dies and reality crashes back down on us.
“Come on.” He reaches out, offering me a hand, which I accept.
Looking down at me, he opens and closes his mouth as a question sits on his tongue. “Tell me why you want to end your virginity.” His voice is tortured, and there’s a reminder of what we just did in his gaze.
I want it all, I want him buried so deep inside of me that I don’t know where he ends and I begin. From the look he gives me, I know he wants that too.
Instead of pushing my luck, I tell him something real. “It’s a concept that shouldn’t exist.” The response tumbles from my lips as I follow him, my boots kicking up dirt as I drag them along. Apollo no longer screams in rage. I almost prefer he did compared to this…talking.
“What is?”
“Virginity.” He snorts at my answer but stays quiet, and I continue, “What is it but a concept created to scare people away from a normal hormonal reaction?”
“Then what scares you, Vanessa?” Why must he push me to open up all the time?
The problem is, it works. “At first it was Pim.”
“And?” He squeezes my hand in encouragement. That one slight touch says so much about who Greyson is as a person—kind, gentle, caring.
He is far too good for me.
“Pim tell you how he died?”
“No, just that whatever choices he made, he did it for you.”
I shake my head at that line of bull. “He stepped in front of a train, Greyson. He killed himself while looking at me.”
Greyson pauses, his shoulders tensing at my words. “Can he feel pain?” He looks over at me, his eyes bright in the dim light. “When you touch him?”
“He can feel.” But I never asked if he could feel pain, which is strange because that opens up a whole slew of possibilities.
“Good, I’ll kill him again.”