My mouth dampens as I lick the beads of water off his skin. Grim lets out a breathy huff, and I grin. I continue to work my lips and mouth lower and lower, until I’m bending at the waist and letting my tongue slide up the matching lines that angle down to his groin.
Grim grabs my hair in a fist. He might be new to this, but his instincts work mighty fine. I lower myself to my knees and spread my legs a little, dropping my ass down to my calves. The tile is hard on my knees and shins, but worth every second as I watch his thighs tremble before I even touch him.
I blow a breath across him and his hips jerk in response. Wrapping my fist over him from the top, I lift his cock to point up, then flatten my tongue and lick him from his balls up to his tip, releasing each finger so he can feel my tongue on every inch. I linger on the underside of the tip, moving the end of my tongue up and down to bounce against him.
His fist tightens and he pushes forward, eager to be in my mouth. I lick a circle around the head. “Hey, Loverboy?” Grim’s eyes drop to mine, wild. The fire is already burning across his gray irises. “Am I the only one who’s ever tasted you?” I give him a long lick.
Grim lifts his head in a jerky nod. “Take me in, please.” His eyes lower as he bites his bottom lip.
I already had every intention of doing just that, but since he asked so nicely, I’ll make sure he’s seeing stars before I’m done. Grim widens his legs and leans back ever so slightly as soon as I close my lips around him. Knowing he seems to love sustained pleasure, I hum deeply before doing anything else, just keeping him between my lips.
Grim groans, and I smile around him, then get to work. I relax my lips and mouth, making sure I can take him deeply, and tighten around him as I pull back. I deliver alternating pressure irregularly, so he doesn’t get too used to anything. I listen to his every breath, his every groan, to gauge what takes him close to the end, then bring him right back.
After several long minutes, I increase the pressure and cup his balls gently. Grim bends his knees, and his thighs really start to shake. I know he’s close, so this time I don’t stop. I work my mouth over him harder until his hips jerk forward and he spills down the back of my throat. I don’t swallow often, but for him, I will—any damn time.
I release him while he’s still hard and wipe the edge of my mouth. Grim is staring down at me with his lips parted and a look of awe on his face.
I peer up at him a little shyly. I know I’m good, but that look on his face just cemented it. He said I was going to crave him; well, he’s right, but he’ll yearn for me, too.
Grim lowers his palm, offering to help me stand. I accept his hand and climb to my feet. “Feeling better?” I tease him a little.
Grim nods his head, answering wordlessly, while he continues staring at my mouth. Lifting his hand up, he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. I nip the tip, and he drags in a deep breath. “I’m going to fill you up. I’m already inside you,” he mutters, while still tracing my lips as if he’s mesmerized by the sight.
I tug my head back. “I was kind of hoping you had a round two in you.” I look down, noting that he’s still thick and hard. “Looks like I was right.” I step up close to Grim. He’s throwing off almost as much heat as the shower and, with the door closed to the bedroom, it’s like a sauna in here now.
Grim’s eyes dart around as his hands land on my hips, drawing me closer. “The Nemean is still in our bed, I’ll be right back.”
“Wait,” I chuckle, “we don’t need the bed, and what were you planning on doing with Calix? He’s probably still sleeping.”
“I would have dropped him somewhere else,” he tells me pragmatically.
I pat Grim’s chest. “You can’t just go dropping people in unexpected places when you feel like it.”
“Why not? I would have collected him when we were done. He’s in our