Kiss King - Mickey Miller Page 0,65
this secret about you.”
“What secret?”
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Your pussy is tight, and possibly magical.”
“Oh, Grant…”
He pulls out, the flips me onto my back. I wrap my arms and legs around him and we find our rhythm together.
I dig my nails into his back and scratch him as I come. Hard. I will not be surprised if I drew blood.
“Yes,” he grits out.
My mouth agape, I shudder and come unraveled.
“I’m coming, baby.”
He pulls out and grabs my hair just like he did when I was kneeling, almost like pigtails, and I push myself on his flesh, as far down my throat as I can.
I do my best to swallow it all but it’s like drinking from a freaking firehose. I choke and his cum ends up on my chin, chest, and the sheets.
Holy shit, I realize. I just swallowed him whole…and liked it.
“How on Earth did you come that much?” I say, looking up at Grant, astonished. He breathes out, now sitting back on his knees on the bed.
“Because I’m fairly certain you have a magical pussy which is meant to suck all the life force out of me. Plus, I’ve been a little bottled up since our shower scene last week.”
“Oh.”
“And…I thought you didn’t swallow?”
I grin deviously. “I do now. Only for you though.”
He runs his hand gently over my neck. “That is the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
I squint, considering this meme I saw recently about certain fruits that make you taste better. “Have you been eating pineapple lately?”
“I love pineapple. I load up on it whenever they’ve got it sliced up at the café. Why?”
I shrug. “No reason. Just curious.”
“Wait a minute.” His eyes dart down and to the left, then back to me. “Are you saying that I tasted…”
“Yes. You taste amazing. Although since this is my first time, I think we’ll have to conduct more research to test this hypothesis.”
We both break into a raucous laughter.
“How weird are we?” Grant says, still chuckling. “And how many orgasms did you have?”
“Three.” I form the number three with my fingers and run it across his chest.
He gets up and brings back a towel, and gently cleans me where I need.
He collapses on the other side of the bed, away from the puddle we just made.
We both sort of stare at the ceiling.
“Did we finally just do it?” I stick out my hand to feel him and make sure this is real, and not a dream.
“I don’t know, I blacked out.”
I swat him playfully. “No, seriously. Did we just discover that we have incredible, mind-blowing sexual chemistry together?”
“I believe we did.”
I prop myself up with my elbows.
“Do you want to try that again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke?”
“Maya, you read my damn mind.”
One more question pops into my head, and he notices my hesitation as he pulls me over on him.
“Everything okay?”
“More than okay.”
Just wondering how this will change our status as friends.
I’d like to believe we could have the best of both worlds, but I worry that isn’t how it will work out.
“So…was anyone out there? I know I heard a noise,” I ask.
He walks to the door and checks. “Coast is clear. I think we’re good.”
“Yeah, we’re good. I think we can do this on the sly…as long as we keep it down,” I say. “We should keep this between me and you for now.”
“I think you’re the one who is going to need to keep it down,” he smirks.
19
Grant
“So, what is it you’d like to talk about with me?” Coach Johnson asks, then glances down at his watch. “Make it quick. I’m a busy man, Taylor.”
Sitting in a chair in Coach Johnson’s office, I unfold my arms, trying to be calm. “I’d just like for you to explain your logic on the starting rotation this year. And why am I not in it?”
“I picked the best pitchers. What’s to explain?” he says in his gruff voice.
“With all due respect, I throw harder than everyone. I have better control than all of the starters. And I keep my cool better than all four of the guys you picked.”
Coach Johnson leans back. “Can I be honest with you, Taylor?”
“Of course.”
“You just don’t have that X factor I’m looking for.”
“You mean because I’m in a fraternity?”
His face reddens. “That? I’ve…no. I’ve never thought about that for even a second. Are you actually in a fraternity?”
Okay, now I know he’s just playing dumb. Everyone and their younger sister gossips about