Page 203 of Just for the Cameras
He groans into my mouth and lifts me into his arms, where he presses me against the wall again, pinning me in place. “I’ve never felt this fucking out of control with someone before.” His nose rubs against mine. “It’s like I’m desperate for my fill of you, and I can’t get enough. Even when I’m inside you and your sexy fucking cunt is squeezing me, it’s not enough. It will never be enough.”
I kiss him softly. “I feel the same.”
“So I’m not crazy? I’m not the only one who feels like this?”
I shake my head. “No. Even right now, two orgasms in, I’m not satisfied, Graydon. I want more.”
He sighs heavily, and I can feel him harden against me…again.
“Fuck, so do I.”
“Then take me, Graydon. Make me come all night.”
His eyes search mine for a second, then his mouth is on mine again, his kisses bruising me with desperation.
Just the way I like it.
Just the way I want it.
Graydon’s alarm goes off, and he groans in disapproval as he rolls over to turn it off.
“Fuck,” he whispers and turns back toward me, pulling me into his large, warm chest. “I don’t want to leave this bed.”
“Me either,” I say as I hold on to him.
I think we probably got two hours of sleep.
And maybe that’s being generous.
There were small breaks between, but like he said, it just felt like we couldn’t get enough. And even now, being sore from everything we did last night, I could still have this man.
I still want him.
His hand slides up to my breast, and his fingers play with my nipple.
“Mmm, don’t start something you can’t finish,” I say just as there’s a loud crash downstairs.
Graydon sits straight up and pulls the covers over me.
“Stay here,” he demands as his protective nature kicks in.
“It’s probably OC,” I say, causing him to relax ever so slightly.
“Fuck, I forgot he was here.” He hops out of bed, and I watch his beautifully tight rear end head into the bathroom, where he shuts the door. After a few seconds, he comes out wearing boxer briefs and a pair of athletic shorts while he brushes his teeth.
There goes morning sex. Then again, I doubt Graydon would want to make me scream when OC is actually awake. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who wants to share the sound of me coming, despite him teasing me about it last night.
I step out of bed and immediately feel his eyes on me as I strut naked through the bedroom and right past him to his closet, where I grab one of his hanging shirts. I slip it on and then fill my toothbrush with toothpastebefore turning toward him and leaning against the counter. My eyes are on him the entire time.
He takes in my plain gray shirt, or his plain gray shirt, his eyes blazing with what he wants to do with me. He walks toward me, still brushing his teeth, and lifts the hem of the shirt until his hand is resting on my bare hip. He leans over me, spits in the sink behind me, then rinses his toothbrush before wiping his face.
I do the same and turn back toward him.
He stares down at me, indecision written all over his face, temptation knocking at the door.
“Come over again later?” His hand shifts higher until he reaches my breast, and he gently squeezes it, tugging on my nipple.
“Are you asking for another sleepover?” I slide my fingers just inside the waistband of his shorts.
