Every inch of him is perfect. Tight, ridged valleys of an eight pack straining against his t-shirt and his chest rises with a deep breath that shows all of the hard muscles I dream about worshiping with my hands and tongue. I want nothing more but to straddle his lap and kiss his chest, making my way up his neck until I can reach his wide, kissable lips and hear him groan in pleasure at my touch.
He looks up at me when I don’t answer him. It’s probably not a good idea I’m around him right now. I’m attracted to Granger like no other, which hardly ever happens, and I’m terrified I might ruin this all by jumping his bones.
“I’m going to go to bed. I’ll, uh, s-see you in the morning! Night!” I turn away in embarrassment as I stutter and practically run to my room, closing the door quietly behind me.
He just stared at me as I left, not saying anything, but his chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes darkened to a deep green. This is fake, the whole arrangement, and I need to remember that. He doesn’t want a girlfriend and he doesn’t want the drama, but that doesn’t mean my body gets the memo. I need a release and to stop thinking of him that way.
Quickly stripping out of my clothes as if they burn my skin, I’m down to just my bra and underwear in seconds as I lay down at the end of my bed and spread my legs with my feet propped up on my bedpost. Gliding my hands up my thighs, I think about the way Granger stares at me…always looking deeper than anyone else, but also how he undresses me with just his eyes alone. Yeah, I’ve seen the way his gaze roams my body up and down, lingering on my breasts and ass. I’m not full of curves, but I have some where they matter. For instance, my butt is perfectly bubbly and my breasts a handful. Skimming my waistline above my panties, I dip my finger inside and slide them over my wet lips as I arch my back from how good it feels to touch myself. Usually, I don’t have to as much because nothing interests me, but lately it’s been bad. Constantly wet and aching between my thighs has become my life since Granger stepped into it, and I need the relief as I’ve never needed before. My eyes close, and I start thinking about when he made a promise to take me over his knee. I never thought I’d be into that, but I swear he could be talking about the most boring subject and I’d want him. His intense stare undressing me and the deep, smooth voice that makes me shiver plays in my mind now.
He leans back on the couch, dragging his gaze up and down my body with hunger burning in his eyes. I’m staring back at him, challenging him to take me, to make me his.
“Take off your clothes and place yourself over my knees,” he commands in a calm, deep voice that causes an ache between my legs as I become wet from just his words.
Confidently, I don’t break eye contact with him, because I want to see him devour me with his eyes, to take pleasure in my body. I slowly grab the hem of my borrowed jersey and drag it past my ribs, revealing every inch of my skin until the jersey is over my head. Within moments, I’m just down to my underwear and can practically feel his gaze roaming over my breasts like a touch before flicking his eyes up to mine with dilated pupils. He crooks his finger at me to come closer, and I don’t hesitate to drop myself to my knees beside him on the couch with my face near his so that I can see the small specks of gold in his eyes.
“Do you want this? I can give you gentle romance, sliding my cock so slowly into your dripping pussy that you feel all of me. Or I can give you everything your heart desires.” He leans forward, lightly biting my neck over my pulse before lapping at the spot until I’m panting.
“Everything, please,” I beg and mean it, because I think only Granger can bring out this naughty side of me that’s been buried so deep.
“Whatever you want, Princess. Drape yourself over my knees so I can spank this round, luscious ass.” He makes an appreciative throaty sound when I crawl my upper body over his thighs until my stomach can feel his growing dick grinding into me. His palms smooth along my ass, petting my soft skin, and when he doesn’t spank me, I look over my shoulder to see him staring right into my eyes. He was waiting because he sends me a small smile the moment before he smacks my ass with a loud echo. I gasp because it burns but doesn’t hurt, and it feels really good. Without warning, he shoves my panties to the side and pumps two digits into me with a growl.
My soft moan echoes around my room when I slide my fingers into my panties, shockwaves rack my body, it feels so good and unbelievably naughty. With my thoughts on Granger, I pretend it’s his fingers skimming over my pussy lips before dipping inside and pumping into me. My back arches off the bed when I pull my hand away to circle my clit leisurely, and that’s how I miss the knock at my bedroom door, the sound lost in my breathless moan.
“Listen Princess—fuck…” That deep smoky voice trails off when he walks into my bedroom and stops at the open doorway.
My head snaps
