Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,27
but a pair of grey sweatpants that show off every little line and curve of his monster cock. His shirt is nowhere to be found, and that magnificent tattoo is well and truly on display for the world to see. Though, in this video, it only has half as much detail as it does now.
Grayson’s eyes are right on the camera, and despite knowing that he made this video for some other girl, I can’t help but feel as though he’s staring right into my soul.
His hand roams over his body, and as it slowly travels down and palms his cock over his sweatpants, everything south of the border comes alive. I see every outline; I see the way his cock hardens beneath his touch and the small metal ball at the top of his piercing. He hasn’t even lost his pants and already, it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
I bite down on my lip, chewing at it as I glance up over the phone to find Grayson’s heated, intense eyes on mine. He likes me watching him like this. It’s getting him hard just as it’s getting me wet. It’s been way too long since the boys have touched me. Well, mostly. They sneak into my bed at night and disappear beneath the sheets, but they’ve been gentle with me, and while they’ve been giving me exactly what I need, they’ve refused to give me what I want.
Another soft groan cuts through the room, and I can’t resist tearing my stare off Grayson’s and looking back down at the phone. I watch as his hand disappears inside his sweatpants and fists his hard cock, and once again, my thighs clench, desperately trying to relieve the ache that pulses between my legs.
His sweatpants restrict his movement, and as he grows frustrated with them, he pushes them down over his hips, freeing his pierced monster cock.
My mouth waters, but it’s nothing compared to when he roams his tight fist up and down, teasing me.
It’s mesmerizing, and I find myself watching the entire show as Cruz laughs next to me, completely oblivious to the sexual trauma he’s unknowingly thrown upon me. I glance up, my tongue rolling over my bottom lip as I meet Grayson’s heavy stare.
He gets it, and he fucking wants it.
The little red line at the bottom of the video tells me that there’s only thirty seconds left, but I don’t need that little line to know how close he is to finishing. I can read his body almost as well as I can read mine. There’s the way his abs are clenched, his jaw locked, and his fist tightening. His movements speed up, needing it hard and fast as his soft groans and growls get deeper and more demanding.
It’ll only be a second now.
His hand tightens on his cock, and as I watch his thumb circling over his tip, I feel the excitement pulsing through me, growing stronger and wilder. I need to see him come more than I need to breathe.
My thumb presses down on the volume button, muting the video just as Grayson comes hard, sending spurts of cum shooting out past the camera. My breath comes in sharp, desperate pants, and as I look up at Grayson, I feel that wild need tearing through me.
I can’t wait. I have to have him.
Cruz groans beside me, completely unaware of the way that Grayson’s stare has me captivated. “What the hell?” he laughs. “Why’d you turn it down? You missed the best part.”
“Really?” I ask, sweeping my heated gaze across to Cruz and grinning at the way his eyes widen when he realizes just how turned on I am. I lean into him and hover my lips right in front of his as I look back across the room at Grayson. “Because if you asked me, I’d say that I saw so much more than just the best parts.”
Cruz tries to capture my lips in his, but I slowly pull away and shake my head, pressing my body against his in the process. “Nuh-uh,” I murmur. “You don’t get to touch.”
“What?” he groans, the disappointment thick in his tone as I straddle his lap and grind my pussy against him. He grabs my waist and holds on tight as I feel Grayson’s stare hitting the side of my face.
“You’ve been a very bad boy, Cruz Danforth,” I scold, keeping my tone low and seductive. “You came in here with the intention of getting