Worth Billions

by Lexy Timms

  And I felt myself pop.

  My hands flew to his hair and his hands instantly dropped to my hips. He pulled me into his lap and I straddled him, my dress rolling all the way up my thighs. I ground into him as our teeth clattered together, his hands tugging at my dress and fumbling around with the zipper. He was shaking. Trembling. Matching every single movement I made. I felt him stand up before my ass hit the edge of the table, then the sound of crashing glass could be heard as he swiped his hand across it.

  My back fell to the cool surface as his lips devoured me, rushing down my cheek and kissing along my neck.

  His hands moved up my thighs, parting my legs as he pulled up a chair. My chest panted. My body shivered. And his lips kept traveling lower. I fisted his hair as he sat down between my legs, pulling on my thighs until the edge of my ass sat against his face. He nibbled on the excess of my thighs as my heels found his shoulders, and the second I felt his fingertips pull my panties to the side I knew I was done.

  I knew there was no going back.

  He licked up my slit, forcing my back to arch. Wine rushed through my veins and the sweet taste of his dessert and his lips still danced on my tongue. He moaned into my pussy. Found my clit and circled it with an invigorating fervor. My legs jumped. My body thrashed. I was no longer in control of my movements.

  “Gray. Yes. Holy hell, don’t stop.”

  “Mmmm, so much better than the pie I made,” he said.

  Not said.

  Moaned.

  Groaned.

  Hummed.

  I rolled my hips into his face. I rode his tongue as he flattened it out against my core. I looked up at the night sky and took in the twinkling stars as Grayson’s hands gripped my hips. He held me to him. Feasted on my creaminess as it dripped onto his tongue. He swallowed every drop. Massaged my skin in ways that made me want to blow through the nonexistent roof over our heads. Wind rustled the trees off in the distance as Grayson’s fingers teased my entrance, pressing in when I could no longer speak through the pleasure he was dealing me.

  “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

  My jaw unhinged as his fingers filled me. They crooked dangerously close to that spot I knew would throw me over the edge. He stretched me. Filled me with his skin. I rolled desperately into his tongue, pulling his face deeper into my body as I gripped his hair. My legs fell open farther. My thighs quivered with the need for release. Every ounce of me was flying as my back arched off the table.

  “Grayson. Grayson. Gray. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  “Ooooh, shit, Michelle. Keep doing that.”

  I tugged on his hair, feeling him sink face-first into my dripping pussy.

  Then, his fingers swiped against the beautiful spot.

  “Yes!” I exclaimed.

  Then, he did it again.

  “Don’t stop!” I cried out.

  He stroked it delicately, his tongue flicking my throbbing clit at lightning speed as my entire body shook.

  My breath caught in my throat and my eyes rolled back. Grayson latched his lips around my clit as I spiraled into the edges of the abyss he tugged me towards. I bucked into his palm. Rode his fingers and braced against his lips. My heels slipped off his shoulders and my thighs fell around his cheeks, squeezing him as he chuckled into my pussy. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My body was spinning out of control in ways I’d never experienced. My legs jolted and my body pulled taut, and every ounce of me needed to take a breath before I passed out.

  Was I going to pass out?

  His tongue was going to make me pass out.

  His lips released my clit and I collapsed to the table. I inhaled a breath of air as if my life depended on it. His fingers stayed inside of my pulsing pussy as he kissed up my slit.

  Up my pelvis.

  Up my stomach.

  Up my neck.

  My eyes fluttered open and his beautiful face came into view. Glistening with a coat of my juices as he hovered over me. He slid his fingers out slowly before he brought them to my lips, urging me to lick myself off his skin.

  But I didn’t want his fingers. I wanted him.

  So I reached up with all the strength I had left in my body, wrapped my hand around his neck, and pulled his lips down to mine.

  And the mixture of the two of us was something I instantly committed to memory.

  Chapter 25

  Grayson

  My body pressed into hers as I wiped my fingers off on my jeans. Holy fuck, she had been more delectable than any dessert I could’ve created. Her legs wrapped around me, harnessing me to her as her arms locked around my neck. I shoved my hands underneath her back and picked her up, refusing to break our kiss. She licked herself off me. Like it was the last thing she wanted against her tongue. I hoisted her against me and turned towards the house, walking her beautiful body inside. The way she clung to me, it was more than I could’ve ever wanted. Her passion was desperate and her pussy was hot against my jeans. I walked her through the kitchen and turned down the hallway, kicking my bedroom door open before the two of us tumbled to the mattress.

  She giggled into me and I smiled, nuzzling my nose against her.

  I stroked and caressed her body until no article of clothing hid us from the other. I covered her tits in kisses. I suckled her nipples until her engorged peaks couldn’t handle anymore. I nibbled on her shoulder and left marks of my teeth behind, relishing how her skin tasted with the humidity of Illinois upon it. My hands slid up her arms, our fingers threading together. She rolled into me, my cock pulsing as it leaked onto the bare skin of her thigh.

  I needed her in every way she’d let me have her tonight.

  She rolled us over and straddled my hips, her tits falling into my face. But when she moved, I knew exactly where she was going. She splayed her curves along my body as she kissed down my form. Her lips pressed into every muscle and nipped at every edge my body had. I jumped underneath her touch and groaned whenever her tongue darted out to taste my skin. I parted my legs for her as my cock slid between her tits, then she settled between my legs and wrapped her arms underneath my thighs.

  I leaned up, watching her beautiful tongue slide from between her lips and lick up the length of my dick.

  “Shit, Michelle.”

  “Lay back,” she said. “Let me do this.”

  “Trust me. I wasn’t stopping you,” I said.

  She grinned up at me, her bright green eyes captivating my sight. I watched her wrap her lips around my cock and I found it hard to breathe. She slid me all the way back. Effortlessly and with a grace I’d never experienced with another woman. She closed her throat around my tip and it rocketed my body, pulling a loud groan from my throat. My back fell to the bed. My hand reached down to tighten in the messy up do of her hair. My heels dug into the mattress as her tongue began to tease me, running up my throbbing vein and wrapping around the tip of my dick.

  “Holy—what the—damn it, Michelle.”

  She giggled with her mouth full of me and it was all too much. Precum oozed from the tip and she swallowed it down. I rolled into her lips. Bottomed my hips into her face. My toes flexed and curled as my hand guided her lips on my cock. Her warmth. Her humming. Her moans and her giggles. The innocence, the salaciousness, and the way her big, round eyes looked up at me.

  I didn’t want to fill her stomach.

  I wanted to fill her body.

  Ripping her from my hips, I tugged her up my body. I crashed our lips together and rolled her over, hooking her leg around my arm. I slid into her effortlessly, rolling deeply as her jaw unhinged with pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I held her knee to her chest, opening her dripping pussy to me as I slid against her.

  “Grayson. Yeah. Oh, so good. You feel—”

  I pressed kiss after kiss into her lips, dancing my eyes around her face. I hovered my body above hers, watching the pleasure course through her system. Her skin puckered. Her body hair stood on end. My knees dug in
to the bed below us as her juices dripped down my balls. I snapped my hips faster. Buried myself deeper. Panted and gasped for the air she poured onto my lips as beautiful sounds fell from hers.

  “Gray. Yes. Don’t stop! Oh, right there. So good. Oh, holy hell, Gray.”

  I moved faster. Fucked her harder. Never once took my gaze away from her body. Her sounds spurred me on, encouraging the animal inside of me to come unhinged. The bed rocked against the wall. The mattress slid on its box spring. I hooked her other leg around my arm and folded her in half, pinning her to the bed so she couldn’t move. Her hands curled into my forearms. Her nails left crescents behind that I knew would be bruises in the morning. Her juices sprayed along my skin as her pussy rippled around my cock, telling me to keep going.

  Telling me not to stop.

  Telling me to give her more.

  “Michelle. Fuck. I’m so close. So close. Arch into me. Say my name. Let me hear you.”

  “Grayson. Yes. It’s—your—Gray!”

  Her hips lifted off the bed and a desperate whimper fell from her lips. Her brow furrowed and her eyes screwed shut and her tits jumped with every convulsion that coursed through her body. She pulled me closer. Deeper into her pussy. Her walls massaged my cock as I continued to dive into her, quickly approaching my end. My balls pulled up into my body and I fell against her legs. I captured her lips and grunted down her throat as our tongues collided one last time.

  I spilled into her, giving her pussy what it wanted as I marked her. Filled her. Lost myself in her.

  With one last kiss, I slid her legs from my shoulders, then dropped to her body. And the next thing I knew, I was waking up with her in my arms. My skin was crusted with her arousal and the bed was soaked in our intermingled scent. Her leg was thrust between mine and her head was on my chest, her mass of red hair splayed along my skin. I traced faces upon her skin, smiling as I woke up with her against my body.

  I liked holding her in my arms.

  Waking up to her warmth blanketing me was a wonderful feeling.

  I laid there, just reveling in the feeling until Michelle finally stirred. She groaned, grunted, and stretched. Her back popped, her shoulders popped, and with each sound her groan got a little higher. A little lighter. Until finally she sighed with relief and collapsed back to my body. Her head tilted back to look up at me and I grinned down at her. She looked adorable with her sleep-filled eyes and that lopsided smile on her cheeks.

  I reached down and kissed her lips, the faded remnants of myself on the tip of her tongue.

  But that kiss turned into an embrace. And that embrace turned into rolling her over onto her back. My tongue lapped at the roof of her mouth, drinking down her morning essence as my cock jumped to the ready. Her legs parted and I slid between them, ready to inch my way back into her body and take her in all the ways I couldn’t last night.

  Her hands on my chest stopped me, however, and I pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

  “I really need to brush my teeth,” Michelle said.

  “You could brush your teeth after,” I said.

  “I also need a shower.”

  “Sounds like fun. Care for a partner?”

  Before she could answer, I slid off the bed and pulled her into my arms. I dipped down and threw her over my shoulder, smiling as she squealed.

  “Grayson! What are you doing!?”

  “Shower time!” I exclaimed.

  I playfully popped her juicy ass cheeks and groaned when they jiggled. She gripped tightly onto me as laughter poured from her lips. I walked us across the hallway and burst into the bathroom, then set her down on the bathroom counter. I smiled broadly at her before I turned around, getting the warm water running and steaming up the bathroom.

  “Don’t you dare. I can’t walk. Grayson, no—!”

  I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the shower. I set her down onto her feet and watched as the warm streams fell over her curves. Trickled from her hair down to her tits, falling off the perfect rounds and onto her stomach. Rivers ran between her thighs and dripped all the way down to her toes, a sight I knew I would never forget.

  “Mmm,” she said, as she leaned her hair into the water. “This feels good.”

  But I wanted to make her feel better.

  I dropped to my knees and parted those delectable thighs, then I ate my fill of breakfast. She squirmed and darted around as she fell unto my body, my hands holding her up as she bent over me. I played with her ass cheeks. Massaged her thighs. I licked her beautiful clit until she unleashed against my face, then I lifted her weakened body and pinned her against the shower wall. I threaded our hands together and pinned them above her head. I rolled my hips into hers until her pussy captured my cock willingly. I couldn’t get enough of her. I couldn’t stand the thought of not invading every corner of her world.

  I rolled slowly into her, watching as her body built to an explosive orgasm that triggered mine and forced me to my knees.

  “Okay,” Michelle said. “Now I really need to clean up.”

  I held her close until she wouldn’t let me any longer. Then I released her and let her clean up. I soaped up her body while she washed her hair, taking great care of the peaks and valleys her body had. I slid my fingers between her pussy lips and tickled that sensitive clit of hers, bringing her to yet another pleasurable moment as her conditioner sat in her hair.

  “I think that was about five minutes,” I said with a grin. “We can wash that conditioner out of your hair now.”

  “You’ll be the death of me, Grayson,” Michelle said.

  My heart thundered in my chest at her statement. At the way she said it with such awe and pride in her voice.

  After a whirlwind shower that lasted until the water ran cold, we dried ourselves off and put some clothes on. I could’ve done without the clothes, but Michelle was insistent on covering up those curves from my view. Which was probably a good idea, otherwise I’d never get breakfast cooked. We danced around one another in the kitchen, cooking our first meal together as this semi-pseudo-couple we had become.

  It was the peak of domesticity, and I was surprised to find that I enjoyed it.

  Her face wore a post-orgasmic glow that twinkled her skin in the morning sunlight. She handed me eggs she cracked and peppered, then I tossed them into the pan. They sizzled as she chopped up vegetables and crumbled bacon she fried over the stove. I whipped us up a massive omelet to share, loaded with bacon and vegetables and three different kinds of cheese. She toasted some bread and slathered it in butter before pulling out some jams from Anton’s fridge. I got the coffee brewing while she set the table, then the two of us sat down and enjoyed our meal together.

  “Open wide,” I said as I held the fork out to her.

  But we didn’t even get through breakfast before I was peeling her clothes off her body again.

  Chapter 26

  Michelle

  I walked on Cloud Nine. Every time I passed Grayson and saw his hungry eyes on me, my heart soared. I was surprised at how quickly I was falling for him. I enjoyed his presence, yes. I even enjoyed the way he lusted after me the way he did. No man had ever wanted me in that fashion before. No man had ever wanted me so desperately or enjoyed the feel of me so passionately.

  Looking up from my book, I watched him walk into Anton’s library. He sat down on the other end of the couch and peered over the text he was reading. I smiled at him as my cheeks flushed, his leg stretching out to touch me. His toes tucked underneath my thigh as he wiggled them, pulling a giggle from me that distracted me from my book.

  “Come on, now. The library is—sacred space.”

  “I can think of a few other things I’d label that way, too,” he said.

  “Plus, you have to be quiet in libraries,” I said, with a whisper.

  “Oh I can be quiet. The question is, can you?”

  He charged me on the couch and clamped his hand down over my mouth. And it was moments like those that took my breath away. Th
at slipped me into another world where it was only the two of us enjoying one another. The way he took control and the way he commanded my body was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I walked around with an ache in my bones that spread smiles across my face whenever I moved. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want this part of my life to be over so quickly.

  But I knew that date was looming. Just like it had the first time.

  Thinking about him leaving was scary. Thinking about how I felt about him frightened me. But the liberating hurricane that was Grayson kept sweeping me off my feet, dragging me along with his current. I’d slip into the shower and there he would be, moving in for the kill as his arms slid down my sides. I’d be lying in bed, about to take a nap, and there he would be. Moving up the covers so he could slip in next to me.

  This kind of attachment to a man I knew was leaving wouldn’t be good for either of us.

  In a week, he still planned to go. At the very least, I knew he wasn’t staying. This wasn’t his home and he had no more family here. And if he had a job of any sort, it certainly wasn’t in Stillsville, either. Would I get another stay of execution? Would he keep inching things out a week or two until he got tired of me? Or did he simply plan to enjoy my body and our connection before leaving me behind and never looking back?

  There was a lingering termination date on us, and it settled an uncertainty into the pit of my gut.

  “Michelle?”

  I groaned and rolled over as the morning sunlight hit my eyes.

  “Mhm?” I asked.

  “Hey there, beautiful.”

  I smiled at his words as he pressed his lips to my cheek.

  “I’m heading back to the lawyer’s office to make sure the deeds on Anton’s properties have been sent to their rightful owners. Then I have to go talk to the accountants and make sure his money is being divided among his designated charities properly.”