The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(21)

I capture a small bite of her thigh between my lips, sucking on it. I make a mark there. I can tell by the small pop when I release suction, and I love the look of her darkened red skin almost as much as the hiss of breath she releases above me. I move my tongue over the skin, licking it, rewarding it for taking my mark.

“Gray… son…”

CC uses my full name, stopping halfway to moan so it comes out broken in half and something about that grabs hold of me. It makes me feel powerful that I’m doing this to her. It’s my touch, my lips, me who is making her let go of her control. Since I’ve been in Kentucky, one thing is clear to me: CC rarely lets down her guard or gives up control, yet she does both of those things with me. Both.

I nibble up her thigh, pulling just enough to let her know I’m there and what I’m doing. It’s not designed for anything other than teasing. I groan as a fresh wave of her desire hits me, calling me. My hands clench against the backs of her thighs as I bite a little harder, pulling the skin out this time before letting go completely and kissing away the sting.

“Gray, please,” she whispers.

Her voice is hoarse and threaded with need. I growl, giving in to the pleading in her voice and my own desire to taste her.

I shift so that I’m facing her. I look up and those green eyes are liquid pools, shining so bright they might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I keep my eyes locked on her even as I bring my hands up her legs and use each thumb to pull apart the lips of her juicy little cunt. The liquid proof of her hunger has her lips swollen and coated slick and wet. I flatten my tongue to lick it up, all the while watching her. Her taste literally explodes in my mouth. I’d forgotten it. It’s haunted me, and yet there’s no way I could have recalled just how good it was. It’s sweet, tangy, earthy… CC.

The small taste does nothing but spur me on. I slide my tongue inside, still holding it flat and licking from the bottom all the way to the swollen nub that pulsates at the top. CC’s head goes back and she moans. Her legs quake beside me, but smart woman that she is, she uses the wall to hold herself up. I lash my tongue against her clit, feeling more of her juices drip onto my tongue, and I greedily suck it all in. CC is moaning now, looking down and trying to watch everything I’m doing. Her own hands go to her breasts as she teases her nipples, helping to build her own pleasure. If there’s one thing about CC that I love the most, it’s the fact that she’s not shy. She takes what she wants and she doesn’t back away from showing me what she enjoys. But then, I know what she likes.

With that thought in mind, I push her slightly so she knows to put more weight on the wall. I brace my hand on one of her thighs, then lift her other leg and hike it over my shoulder. That move brings her * impossibly close. Her cream, her scent… it’s smothering me as she’s basically sitting on my face now. She’s so hungry for it she’s thrusting down on my face, crying out because the way I have her now has opened her up and vulnerable to my every lick, my every touch.

“Shit…” she whispers above me. I smile, pushing up on her body and moving my face down. I stiffen my tongue so I can thrust inside of her, licking the walls I’m going to be thrusting into and widening with my cock very f*cking soon. My dick is so hard right now, it could bust concrete, and I’m not sure that’s stretching it at this point. I can’t remember being so ready to explode. I can feel pre-cum slithering down the side of my shaft and balls now. I need to finish her off like this and get inside of her soon before this is over and in no way ends like I want it to.

I reluctantly take my tongue out of the sweet little hole I’m enjoying toying with. CC whines in dislike too, and that makes me smile. To reward her, I take two of my fingers and run them through her juices, not stopping until I can manipulate her clit with them.

“You like that, sweetheart?” I ask her, letting my warm breath tease her * even more.

“God, yes… You have a magic tongue, Gray.”

“Is that so?” I ask her, grinning as I use my fingers to push against her clit. It immediately plumps up against my fingers, pulsing hard. She’s f*cking close to coming, too.

“Oh, hell. Do that again,” she demands, trying to grind down even harder on my face. I pinch her clit this time, pulling on it just to add to the sensations. CC’s hands pull my hair so tight, if I don’t get her off soon, I may have a few bald spots. Time to stop messing around. I let my fingers glide back down her *, coming together just as I reach her entrance. I dance them around the opening, watching as her breath comes in ragged bursts.

“I’m going to make you come, CC. And then when I’m done, I’m going to f*ck you so hard you won’t be able to walk,” I warn her. I think she must be beyond talking rationally because she’s thrusting down on me, her body trembling.

“Gray, please,” she pleads. The words are weak and need pulsates in every syllable. What man could resist?

I thrust two fingers inside of her as deep as I can go at the same time my tongue goes back to licking on her clit. CC cries out above me, her sweet cream bathing my face as she pushes down on me, and rides my face. I give her what she wants, letting her control the way her clit moves against my tongue, her thighs tightening up against my face. She rides me hard and fast trying to get her orgasm. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, pulling them apart and stretching her walls as they try to suck me deeper into her depths. Heaven. So wet and hot… tight. I can barely keep my wits about me as I think of getting my dick inside of her. I pull her harder against me, eating that sweet cunt as much as I can. Just as I angle my fingers to scrape against her walls, I suck her clit in my mouth and hold it while thrusting into her over and over—pounding her * with my hand. It doesn’t take two minutes before she’s crying out her release and coming all over my fingers and face, her entire body shaking. I keep up my actions until she’s ridden the orgasm as far as she can and she’s brokenly saying my name over and over. My name. I can’t help but feel a sense of pride in that. Finally, I just kiss against her clit and the inside of her thighs and slow my strokes with my hand to a very leisurely pace, allowing her to come back down to earth, but not completely settle.