First Comes Love - Ashlee Price Page 0,45

hastily. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Greyson gestures to the screen, where the credits are going across. There I am: Harley Davis. “This is enough.”

Only it’s not, not now that it’s over and we’re sitting next to each other, his leg against mine, his tensed arm beside mine. God, he’s so close and so far, and all I know is that, pulsing through me, wild and frissoning and mad is this: I want him I want him I want him.

I grab the caramel corn bag, try a sad attempt at a laugh. “It was so good, we forgot…”

Without a word, Greyson takes a piece and lifts it to my lips. Our eyes lock. My lips suction around the corn, then his finger. Suck.

Greyson’s eyes fall to my lips. I swirl my tongue around his finger.

Fuck.

Next second, our lips land on each other’s, our hands rippling over one another. Our entire bodies rub against each other. I’m on his lap and he’s pulling up my dress. I’m fumbling with his belt. And we’re kissing and kissing and kissing. Even with how good it feels, his lips, my lips, his tongue leading mine, his fingertips stroking and caressing me so well I’m groaning down his throat, I know I need more, need him, inside me. Now.

Finally, his pants are off, his erection springing up and ready in his briefs. He snaps the waistband of my panties and I groan. I snap the waistband of his briefs, and he chuckles.

Eyes locked, smirking—you first, no, you—we pull each other’s underwear down. Next second, I’m sitting on his erection, and him entering me is nothing short of exquisite.

“Oh fucking yes,” I groan as his hardness swells inside of me.

“I’ve wanted to do this since this morning,” he growls. “Since last night.”

“Ughhh,” is all I can say as his cock pierces deeper into me.

And then he’s all the way in me, flexing himself in me, and it’s pure ecstasy, his massive thickness filling me utterly.

He gives my ass a little slap and I start riding him. Up and down, side to side, I move my hips onto him, already crazy-close to climax.

My moans have joined into one unending howl, while he grunts with pleasure and exertion.

Up. Down. Side. To Side. More and more and more. Until I’m coming, and he’s slapping my ass, slapping my orgasms out of me, one after the other. Until at my final, most intense orgasm yet, I can feel him release inside me, and I lose it.

Everything swirls out of focus as I ride the wave of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. Oh fuck. “Oh yes, fuck, fuck!”

When I come to, I’m slumped on him, and his fingertips are running all over my body lightly, teasingly, almost unbearably. It’s keeping my senses hyper-aware, keeping me horny.

Our lips meet and remeet lazily.

“You’re a fucking beaut,” he says, not that he needs to. The way he’s looking at me says it already.

He tugs at one of my waves with a look akin to wonder. “How did I ever…”

“Good looks,” I quip.

We crack up, as his gaze wanders aware, off to the city. “It’s weird. Like I can’t get enough…” He trails off, doesn’t have to say more. ‘Weird’ is the least of how this feels. Normally, I’d be enjoying the ride, mentally trying to come up with an excuse of why I have to go—Sorry, my cousin suddenly contracted diphtheria… My diplomat friend needs me… I have polio. But right now, right here, all I feel like doing is giving Greyson another kiss.

As I do so, I feel something hard poking at my thigh.

Clearly, I’m not the only one finding this all hot as hell.

He picks me up, carries me to the railing and, as I’m looking out at the city, lifts me onto his cock. “Ever been balcony fucked?”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Even with the cool railing pressing against my front, right now I feel so fucking good. “No.”

“Good.”

God, him inside me feels amazing. And how did he get so hard so fast again anyway?

“I want this to be ours,” he murmurs into my ear, as he pierces deep inside me. “Ours.”

And all I can do, as I come again, is moan.

The night takes us right back to the hotel room: a blur of sex, sleep, holding. Greyson gets a blanket and a mattress he had stowed somewhere, and we sleep under the stars and wake up and fuck and sleep