Page 102 of Lessons In Grey
“Azrael doesn’t believe in boundaries,” he continued, “and I understand that I’ve crossed some with Matthew, it just kept slipping my mind, but I understand if it takes some time for you to trust me again. I should have told you.”
I rubbed my hands across my thighs, trying to calm my racing heart. “Malachi loves you, he cares about you, and from what I know of you and the business, loyalty matters a lot. He wouldn’t do it if he wasn’t scared for me.”
Grey nodded, staring out the windshield, his eyes still troubled. “He knew I cared about you, so he was trying to help me keep you safe.” His hand tightened around the steering wheel. “I’m going to fucking kill Eris.”
I studied the white knuckles of his grip, a needy part of me wanting to take that anger out of him in anyway I could. “It’s not your fault,” I told him carefully. “Do you think I should learn how to fight?” Was it wrong of me to be angry that all of this interrupted this morning? It was important, but fuck, why couldn’t we have finished what we had been in the middle of before we had been interrupted?
I felt fear, I did, but it was drifting under the need to feel his cock inside of me again. God, I should really be unpacking this with a licensed professional.
“You don’t have to. Malachi is bigger,we’rebigger than anyone else in this world. Eris fucked around with the wrong family.”
I picked at my pants, drool pooling on my tongue. It would help him with his tension, of that I was sure. With a pounding heart, I reached for my seatbelt and unclicked it. “Your brother seemed to think—”
“What do you want, Emily?” Grey asked tightly. “Think hard about it, because I will give you anything, all of it. I will buy you a star if that’s what you so choose. What doyouwant?”
I kind of just wanted to suck his cock. I chewed on my lip,giving it real thought, but I already knew the answer. I had known it since October 9thwhat I had wanted. “I want to be taken care of,” I finally said, my heart slamming in my throat, my face burning bright red, the throbbing between my legs painful. “I want you to tell me what to do so that every second of every day I know that what I’m doing is something that pleases you. That’s what I want.”
Something in my voice, or perhaps just my words, had triggered him because he finally looked over, taking me in, his eyes turning black.
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and watched as he immediately had to adjust himself.
He glanced to my lips. “That’s truly what you want?”
I nodded like the eager little mouse I was, and I could see that it was exactly what he wanted too. Maybe that’s why we had fallen so chaotically into each other. Why the universe kept pulling us together. He wanted someone to teach, I wanted to be taught. I wanted a goal, something to strive for. I wanted to excel in being his perfect little student.
His breathing had quickened, and he immediately leaned further back in his seat, spreading his legs as far as he could while still driving safely. “You look like you need something.”
A smile touched my lips as I shoved my bag to the ground and turned to face him.
“Tell me what you need, Snowflake.”
My face burned hot. I wasn’t accustomed to the dirty talk, but I could learn. “I want to suck you dry,” I replied, hoping it sounded as confident as I felt.
His lips parted in lust. “Show me,” he instructed. “Show me how badly you need me.”
Without hesitation, I got on my knees and leaned across the car, quickly unbuckling his belt, undoing his button, and sliding down his zipper. I pulled him free from his boxers, already hard, a drop of pre-cum smeared across his head.
Fuck.
I licked my lips and leaned forward, running my tongue over the small smear, pulling a shudder from his chest as he rested his arm across my back, grabbing the shifter again.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but I didn’t care.
I ran my tongue around his head before wrapping my lips around it and taking it in. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, pulling a groan from his lips as he shifted, his arm tightening around my back.
I groaned, my saliva falling down his shaft, pooling around my hand, giving me a better grip on him as I stroked down to the base of him, taking a little more of him with each thrust.
“Fuck, Emily,” he groaned, my free hand digging into the edge of the seat.
I hollowed out my cheeks with each thrust, taking it deeper and deeper until I felt it hit the back of my throat, pulling a gagging sound from my throat, which only seemed to turn him on more.
I set myself into a steady rhythm, absorbing every sound he made as his cock throbbed against my grip. Fuck. I just wanted to make him happy. I wanted to own his orgasms like he owned mine.
I swirled my tongue, grazing my teeth across the underside of his shaft as I sped up, tightening my grip, my own arousal dripping down my legs. Fuck, I needed to touch myself too. I needed him to touch me.
“Fuck, Emily, I’m going to cum.”
Good. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste him on my tongue for the rest of the day. I wanted to look at him in class knowing that I had sucked him dry on the way to classes this morning.