Stuck-Up Suit - Vi Keeland Page 0,36

turned serious again.

She looked around my living room. “When did it get so dark all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t noticed much else besides you since you walked in that door. That’s the truth.”

“Thank you for being honest with me, Graham.”

It was the last thing she said before she placed her fingers on the bow at her neckline, slowly untying it. Well, fuck. This was apparently the reward for my honesty. She undid the buttons, and her satin blouse fell to the ground. When she unsnapped her black lace bra from the front, her tits sprung out. Even though it was dark, the lights of the city let in enough illumination for me to see her nipples pucker from the cold air.

Letting out a shaky breath, I said, “Let me warm you up.” I bent down and sucked her breast mercilessly into my mouth. She let out a moan the second my lips touched her skin.

Soraya dug her fingers into my sweater, tugging on it and pulled it over my head. Pressing my bare chest into hers, I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it slowly. My cock, now fully hard, was bursting through my jeans against her stomach. Then, the feel of her little hand sliding over my crotch obliterated the last bit of the control within me.

She suddenly dropped to her knees.

I was done.

My heart seemed to be beating faster than it could handle as she unzipped me and took my cock out. It felt like time stood still as she looked up at me and slid her tongue ring in a slow circle across my crown that was already wet and ready for her mouth. My head seemed to fall back involuntarily from the sensation that could only be described as absolute bliss.

This.

This was heaven.

When she suddenly lowered her jaw, taking me fully, my balls tightened in a desperate attempt to keep from coming instantly down her beautiful throat. I realized that I was in bigger trouble than I ever imagined because there was no way I could ever let go of her now that I knew what this felt like.

All I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, how I wanted to claim every inch of her, every orifice. I wanted to own her, but the truth was…she already owned me. I was so fucked.

“Slow down, baby.”

My cell phone started to ring. Shit. There was no way in hell I was answering that. When the home phone started ringing immediately after, my stomach dropped because I knew it was my grandmother. Meme was the only person who had my landline home number. The answering machine picked up.

“Mr. Morgan? This is Cambria Lynch, your grandmother’s social worker. She had a pretty bad fall today and is at Westchester Hospital. I’m calling to let you know.” The rest of the message was muffled.

Soraya released my cock from her mouth and jumped back when she processed the words on the answering machine. I ran to the phone and picked it up, but Cambria had already hung up.

Tucking myself back into my pants, I was in a complete fog when I looked back over at her. “I need to head to the hospital.”

Soraya started frantically putting her clothes back on. “I’m going with you.”

I practically tripped over Blackie, who was apparently riled up, because he was humping his toy on the ground. I prayed that one of the best nights of my life didn’t turn into one of the worst.

CHAPTER 12

SORAYA

MY STOMACH WAS NAUSEOUS the entire ride to the hospital.

Poor Graham.

The worry in his eyes was evident as he kept staring blankly ahead. His driver had taken the rest of the night off, so Graham drove us in his BMW to Westchester.

I placed my hand on his leg. “She’ll be okay.”

“Yeah,” he said without taking his eyes off the road.

An hour later, we pulled up to Westchester Hospital. Graham took my hand as we scurried toward the entrance.

“My grandmother is here. Lil Morgan. Where can I find her?” Graham asked the woman at the front desk.

“Room 257,” she said.

The elevator ride was extremely nerve-wracking. The antiseptic smell of the hospital made me sick to my stomach. When we got to the room, a doctor and a nurse were standing next to Lil’s bed.

I immediately recognized her as the old woman with blue hair from the pictures in Graham’s phone. My heart warmed at the way her eyes brightened when