“Hi,” I say awkwardly. His ass is leaning against the bed of the truck, where an air mattress is already set up. The tent attached to his truck is enough to let the night air in but keeping the bugs out.
“You happy, honey?” His forehead meets mine. The smile plastered on my face should tell him all he needs to know.
“God, Greyson. I’m so happy I could be floating up with the clouds.” I breathe in his scent. If I could live in his arms, I would. Not need anything to eat or drink but live off him alone I would.
“That’s good. I didn’t make dinner, wasn’t sure if you were hungry or if you wanted your cupcakes first.” He quirks an eyebrow, the toothpick moving in his mouth. I’m almost jealous that it’s taken up residency in it and his lips aren’t on mine.
“Cupcakes, definitely cupcakes, but it’s my turn to have fun. You promised me I’d get the chance. Then you did that thing with your mouth, and I was toast.” I was going to finally taste him, then Greyson took charge. After he used his hands and mouth, I could barely move. Then his cock slid inside of me, and I forgot about me getting my mouth on him. Tonight, though, that’s a completely different story.
“You’re gonna kill me, already know it. That sweet mouth gets a hold of my cock, I won’t hold back, not until you’re swallowing me. You okay with that?” he asks. Greyson doesn’t realize that I’m more than ready. I step away from him, thankful for the seclusion and no one being around for at least a hundred yards, kick off my shoes, hand him my backpack, and then climb inside our little getaway.
“Challenge accepted, Mr. Reid.” I wiggle my ass for good measure knowing he won’t be able to resist following me in. Though, I refuse to get naked. That’s like raising a red flag in front of a bull.
“Oh, you’re in for it now. Let’s see what you’ve got.” I turn my head to look over my shoulder. He’s already naked, his thick cock long and heavy. Greyson climbs inside, zipping the entrance, still stalking his prey, that prey being me.
“God, Greyson.” The cotton shirt, bra, shorts, and panties barely are a barrier for the aching need he makes me feel.
“Gonna take that mouth, Serenity. You’ve been begging for it. Now, it’s your time to make it happen.” He gets situated until his back is against the mountain of pillows we brought, one leg up, cocked to the side, and his cock fucking his fist.
I crawl towards him, having only been on the inside but not completely encased in our tent. “Get naked. Not gonna let you suck me off while you’re fully clothed.”
“Fine, but I swear to God, Greyson, if you don’t let me taste, I’ll tie you to the bed and get my fill.” I strip out of my shirt, slide out of my shorts, then take my bra off. There’s no way I’m taking my panties off.
“Now, who’s making threats they know that won’t work? Anyone gets tied down, it’ll be you, Red.” That lazy grin of his, the way he doesn’t stop working his cock, I’m the one crawling on my hands and knees to get my hands and mouth on him now, and if Greyson wanted to tie me up, I’d let him in a heartbeat.
“We’ll see about that,” I play around, but he’s not looking at my face. Oh no, Greyson Reid is most definitely a breast man. I make it between his thighs, my hand fisting his length, learning just what he likes.
“Just like that, Serenity, but I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, that sweet mouth of yours working me up into a frenzied pace. Yeah, I’m ready for it.” He takes his hand from around his length, leaving mine and giving me control.
I glide my hand down to the base of his shaft, my tongue darting out to gather the pre-cum that’s gathered at the tip, finally tasting him.
“Fuck.” My eyes shoot up at Greyson. His head is tipped back, he’s sucking on the bottom of his lip, neck muscles convulsing, and when I slide down, using my hand on the parts I can’t reach because let’s face it, Greyson’s cock is big, so big I know my damn throat will be bruised later on. The way my man is moving, trying his hardest not to work his hips, though, I know it’s time I give him everything I’ve got. My hand cups his balls, lightly massaging him, I relax my jaw as best as I can and take him all the way down, until I’m practically gagging. Even then, he still holds it together, allowing me to do what I want while bringing him the pleasure I’ve been dying to give him. I hum against him on another downward stroke, upping my ante, wanting to tip him over and swallow everything he has to give me.