Cruel Infatuation (Underground Kings 3)

Dinner was quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the hard clank of the silverware against the plate. Grayson stabbed the pieces of beef as if he were pretending it was a person he was stabbing instead.

Now we are in the shower, and Grayson's head hangs between his shoulders. His hands brace against the stall, and the water pelts his back. His muscles flex, and his arms tense. Water drips from his chin, and his hair is plastered against his head, hanging over his forehead. I can’t help to admire him, even when he is breaking on the inside. His leg is bent, hiding his long, flaccid cock. He looks like something carved out of stone. Water glides down all of those lean lines, contouring and enhancing the definition of his muscle.

Even in his pain, he is devastatingly beautiful.

I dip under his arm and give him a kiss. His bottom lip fits under mine, and his mouth is soft and wet from the water. His hand migrates up my ribs, and his lips break apart to inhale when he pinches my nipple. Grayson slips his tongue inside my mouth while cupping my neck to control the kiss. He grunts, biting my bottom lip into his mouth, and he steps forward, aligning his body against mine. The move has me pressed against the wall, trapped in his embrace.

A place I’ll never complain to be in.

His other hand grips my side, and he turns his h

ead, deepening the kiss further. I moan into his mouth, placing my hands on his chest. His cock is solid rock against my stomach, and he starts to thrust his length against my belly, using the water as lubricant.

My lips are tingling from how hard he’s kissing me. I break the kiss and meet his eyes. Water flows over his thick, well-shaped brows, and right as he’s about to dive in for another kiss, I drop to my knees and stare at his cock. My hands stroke his thighs, and the muscle tenses under my palm.

“You don’t have to do that, baby,” he says sweetly, running his fingers through my wet hair.

I lick my lips as I stare at the enormous shaft in front of me. It’s now or never. I need to dig deep for that courage, but the longer I sit here, the more intimidated I get. I lift my gaze up his body, over the ridges of his abs and the swell of his pecs. He’s looking down at me with flared nostrils and dark eyes, biting his lip in preparation for what I’m about to do.

How can I please a man like Grayson when I’ve never done this before? I’m starting to see one of the main reasons the age difference matters. “I might be bad at this,” I warn him, and his cock jerks. “I’ve never done this before.” He jerks again.

Grayson’s hand wraps around the base of his cock, squeezes it until the head is an angry red color, and a clear bead of fluid gathers at the slit. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is,” he says, tilting his head back into the hot spray. “I fucking love I’m your first at everything.”

I keep stroking his thighs, nervously licking my lips, and I lean forward to swipe my tongue over the spongy tip.

“Oh fuck,” he groans.

The salty bead bursts across my tongue, and his knees buckle. Taking that as a good sign, I suck the crown into mouth and wrap my tongue around it like a lollipop. His moans urge me on, and I suck him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat.

I gag and cough and sputter my way up the shaft so I can breathe. “I’m sorry,” I say.

He chuckles. “You’re apologizing when you’re the one sucking my cock? Jesus, don’t ever apologize. I just hope you don’t stop.”

He couldn’t pay me to stop.

I run my tongue along the vein and stop at the base and dip lower to suck on his balls. I suck one into my mouth, and he slams his fist against the wall. I grin around the mouthful and release the swollen orb before taking the other one into my mouth. While I’m lavishing him, I wrap my hand around his cock and tug.

“Fuck yes, just like that. You sure you’ve never done this before? My god, you’re mouth is the fucking devil.”

He’s giving me confidence with every passing swipe of my tongue against his sack. I release his ball and engulf his shaft all the way down my throat until I’m gagging again. This time, I don’t stop. He seems to like it a little messy. I slurp louder and hum in the back of my throat. My knees hurt, but other than that, I’m having a good time. I could stay down here all night and listen to him. His fingers filter through my hair and then grab onto the back of my head. His hips start to move and when I try to bob to take his cock deeper, he stops me.

He begins to fuck my face.

“Yes, just like that,” he praises and with every thrust his sack swings and hits the under side of my chin. Our eyes meet, and I try to open my mouth wider, but I can’t. My lips are stretched to the max. I choke, but can’t cough, and the urge is swallowed while drool drips down my chin. I reach between my legs and finger my clit when the throbbing becomes too much. He notices, and a cocky grin crooks his mouth to the left. “Does sucking me off turn you on? Do you like my cock down your throat, my little vixen?”

I try to say yes, but my answer is muted from the weighted shaft in my mouth, so I nod.

“You take me so good, baby.” He thrusts harder, and my eyes water. He’s watching his cock saw in and out from between my lips, and the longer he stares, the harder he fucks my mouth. “Damn it, fuck!” Grayson jerks my head back and only keeps the top of his cock between my lips. “I’m going to come. Are you? I’m going to warn you, we’re nowhere near done because I fucking need you.”

I circle my clit faster, and his shaft swells in my mouth as I nod.

“You’re going to take every drop, aren’t you? Swallow me. I don’t want to drip out of the side of your mouth. I want to fill your belly, and then I’m going to fill that tight cunt.”

His filthy words are a slight growl and a threat. They send me right over the edge. My entire abdomen clenches, and I’m whining around his cock as I come.

“Finley,” he whispers my name and plants himself on my tongue. Salty, warm liquid spreads across my taste buds. I do what he says and swallow him. Every spurt leaving him, I suckle down my throat as if I’m hungry for it. He tastes so good. I want more. He’s sweet and salty, two of my favorite flavors in the world.

The water suddenly shuts off, and he grabs me by the arm and yanks me off his cock. My lips are hot, and I can tell they are swollen from how long I’ve been on my knees. Speaking of knees, fuck, they hurt. So does my jaw.