Chapter 3 - The Kiss

3.

Hearing those words forced her breath to come out the exact same way the warm gush of liquid came out from between her legs, in one heavy outflow. Her nipples hardened and were suddenly lightly brushing his chest. She knew he felt the sensation because he bent his arms at the elbow just a bit, allowing his chest to press ever so slightly against her excited breasts. If he’d have looked down, he probably could’ve seen the glisten of her body’s lust creeping down her thighs. She wished she would’ve worn a longer skirt or heavier underwear. The light silk thong did nothing against her eager pussy except caress the newly wet spot as her thighs rubbed together without thinking, making it even harder to stand so close to this stunningly beautiful stranger and behave herself.

“Is that right?” she asked in a strangled breath.

His lips hovered over her mouth so close she could taste his breath. She could see the want in his eyes to push that extra centimeter and feel her lips with his.

“Anything.” His breath entered her mouth in a deliciously sweet and warm, spearmint flavored puff of air.

She licked her lips tasting him on her mouth, and her tongue barely brushed his protruding, succulent bottom lip with the motion. It was so soft, like she’d skimmed a rose petal with the tip of her tongue. It took every ounce of fight in her body to not do it again, though she wanted to; except this time she wanted to press her mouth to his and taste his tongue with hers.

“That sure is saying a lot considering you don’t even know me.” The breath from her words vibrated off of his waiting mouth, mixing the cinnamon flavor of the gum she’d swallowed with his spearmint taste, creating an intoxicating fragrance that lingered in the millimeters of air separating their faces.

His lips twitched just slightly at the corners, but he fought back that wanting smile. “Does it matter if I already know that I’d do anything to please you?” His face turned slightly to the side as he spoke and then back the other way as if he were kissing her but still didn’t close that small distance.

Her heart was pounding low in her body, and her toes were tensed tightly in her shoes. Her hands that she’d pressed to the wall behind her back to stop herself from reaching out and touching his body, had gone numb. She moved her hands around, keeping them close to her body, and pressed them against her stomach.

Greysen’s eyes lowered and watched her hands settle. In the same second, he moved his body in just that extra hair and Sutton could suddenly feel his rock hard abs against the back of her hands. Her fingers twitched, lightly caressing the solidness of him.

The air seemed to grow thicker at that moment. Though already saturated in this hot August night, like breathing in water, she found herself inhaling with more effort in the sudden flare of heat that filled the slight space between their bodies.

Their eyes locked, and he licked his lips this time, slowly, deliberately – she was convinced. Because he had to have known that his tongue would gently sweep her lips as he did it; their lips almost touched as is.

Her body shuddered uncontrollably and her knees weakened with just that gentle touch.

He moved his hands from the wall to her hips and helped steady her. The feel of his huge hands on her waist made another shudder ride through her body from head to toe. His fingertips touched on the small of her back and his thumbs pressed against the front of her stomach.

Her minute collapse pulled their bodies apart from their intimate placing they were at just moments ago, but now he was touching her body, and she couldn’t tell which position was more tempting. She looked down to the placement of her hands on the bands of muscles streaking through his arms to a light birthmark next to the bend on the inside of his elbow. Ethen had one exactly the same…before her mind had time to wander, his hands slid down her hips to her thighs.

She refocused on his eyes that were searching her face as his hands moved down her red dress. When he ran out of material, he continued grazing her bare, silky skin of her thighs and she was suddenly grateful for taking so much time shaving earlier. She heard his breath come out in a light moan as he dropped to his knees before her, but kept his eyes locked on hers.

His hands slid effortlessly down her thighs, to her calves and then up the backs of her legs, where those immense hands cupped and caressed her naked ass. Thank goodness for thongs, she thought. She’d hoped earlier in the day that she’d have a moment like this with him, and now that she was, she wanted even more.

She looked down at him kneeling before her, caressing her, stimulating her – his large, soft hands rubbing over her bare ass. And it caused the wetness to undulate from between her legs as her pussy tensed and twitched with every stroke.

It had been seven years since she’d been touched so intimately, so sensuously. She normally would’ve never allowed a stranger to touch her this way but she couldn’t help herself with Greysen. He didn’t feel like a stranger. In fact, the more he touched her, the more it felt like he knew her body; he knew what she liked, what would get her going. Of course, being she hadn’t had sex in seven years it could just be that she was completely out of her mind horny for him. When she’d thought about him in the shower this morning, she never thought his touch could be so luxuriant; it went deeper than her skin, like his hands were gliding around in places not meant to be touched from the outside.

Her hands lingered on his shoulders, feeling them solid and rippling with muscles as his hands caressed her ass and then traced back down her thighs. It became more difficult, with each pass, each tender caress, to control her breathing. He took his time, slowly tracing long, sumptuous lines all the way down her calves and up to her ass, making sure he touched every bit of skin on the outside and insides of her legs.

By the third time his hands made their way up her inner thighs, she exhaled a ragged, lusting moan.

They kept their eyes locked on each other; their intense stare never faltering. Her hands made their way up his neck and ruffled through the thick, wavy flows of hair behind his head. She couldn’t help but notice how soft and silky it was.

“May I kiss you?” Greysen asked; his voice low and thick with desire.

Sutton took a deep shaky breath. She wanted so badly to kiss him, but she just didn’t know how to initiate the kiss that she desperately needed for so long now; so she was thrilled when he made that move and asked.

“Please,” she sighed.

Greysen’s hands were on her hips, under her dress, as he asked. When she answered, he smiled a devilish, sexy smile. She didn’t quite get it until he slipped his head under her dress and lifted her left leg, placing it over his shoulder, spreading her legs wide. With his other hand, he slid her panties to the side, and she stopped breathing. He softly pressed his lips to her wet, tender clit. She exhaled a sharp, shocked moan of pleasure and her knees buckled.

Greysen caught her by cupping her ass in his hands then stood, lifting her and pressing her back to the wall. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his neck and her hands locked on his head in two fistfuls of his silky, black waves. Those plush lips continued to press softly, following the line of her body down. Each kiss opened her up a little more, and then she felt a slip of luscious tongue taste the opening to her body.

Her breath caught for a second and she seeped against that touch.

“Hmmm,” Greysen moaned as he licked once more.

Sutton’s breath was sharp and ragged as he began rolling her around his mouth, exploring every inch of her wet pussy with his tongue, lips and lightly with his teeth. She moaned, squirmed, and trembled in his hands, in his mouth. He kissed her like he would kiss her mouth; his lips to her lips, her clit as her tongue, and kissed like it could kiss him back.

He walked over to the wrought iron table, never missing a beat, holding her firmly in his mouth. He laid her down on the table and placed his hands on the insides of her thighs, pressing her legs to the table so she was wide open for him. She pulled the bottom of her dress up around her waist and propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch Greysen’s mouth working on her.

“You’re so smooth,” he whispered between licks, “and soft,” lick, “and delicious,” kiss, “uhm, I could kiss you all night.” He glided his tongue down the outlines of her lips, tracing the opening to her body before he licked his way back up with one long, wet line. He kissed her with soft presses of lips, around and over but not touching that sweetest spot again, leaving it throbbing for his kiss. He held his mouth just a breath from her, his lips parted, his breath warm and tingling as it caressed her, so wet and hot.

He hovered over her pussy, barely grazing with his lips, making her writhe under the feathery caress of his breath. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she tried to hold in the moans by biting her bottom lip.

When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he leaned in slowly and kissed that sweet, soft nub with plush, wet lips, once, twice. He let his tongue press between the next kiss and then circled that small, forgivable piece of flesh with the tip of his tongue.

She let go and allowed her breath to grow to a series of loud breathless moans as he pulled her clit into his mouth. He rolled it around with his tongue while placing his hands under her ass and lifting her just slightly so he could suck all of her into his mouth. He played with her, rolled her, sucked her like the sweetest piece of candy.

“Oh my God, Greysen…I can’t hold on any longer. Uhh, you’re so amazing; you feel so good.” She tried to wrap her legs around his upper body but not able to cross her ankles around his enormous, solid frame, she moved and dug her feet in his sides – the heels pushing into his flesh. Her hands grasped the sides of his head, her fingers working through his hair; feeling the muscles in his jaw as he ate her.

He spoke against her, his words vibrating over her skin. “I want you to come for me, love…come for me, let me feel your pussy tremble in my mouth.” He pressed down with a bit more pressure, circling and sucking with his tongue, massaging with his lips as her hips rocked with him.

Her breath stopped as the incredible warmth started under Greysen’s mouth and filled her up inside, spreading, pulsating through her body until it poured out in a spine-bowing flood of heat. Her thighs tensed on his cheeks, her hands fisted two handfuls of his hair. Her scream was tremendous as her breath caught and came back out in heavy breathless pants, and Greysen stayed. He held her thighs to his face, moaning with her.

Her thighs relaxed, and he kissed her with a gentle press of lips, once, twice and again. He gave her one more gentle lick before raising his face and looking at Sutton laid back, her eyes closed, chest heaving. She opened her eyes and looked up at him smiling down at her, his mouth glistening wet with her pleasure.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he said in the most sincere voice.

Sutton looked down as she laid spread eagle, dress bunched up around her waist, and noticed her panties were gone. Clearing her throat a few times in the attempt to speak, Greysen smiled and spoke before she could say anything.

“Oh, uhm, sorry about that,” he bent over and picked up the shreds of her red thong, “they were getting in the way.”

Sutton giggled because she hadn’t even noticed him rip them off of her body.

“Here.” He pulled his shirt off, wiped his mouth, and then held it out to her.

She stayed frozen for a second staring at his impressive, utterly perfect, chiseled physique; his broad chest with his dark, hard nipples, the indented outlines around every single rock-hard muscle in his stomach, the chiseled curve of lines that disappeared under the top of his jeans like paths leading to places she so wanted to touch. The warm golden glow from the gas lantern brought other-worldly luminance to his silky bronzed skin.

“Would you like to wipe off?” he asked, still holding the shirt out to her.

“Oh, uhm, yeah, thanks,” Sutton stuttered out.

He reached out and lifted her from the table, setting her on her feet.
“Wait.” He slid his hand between her legs and wiped with two fingers, then brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked them in fully, cleaning every bit of her wetness from them. “I couldn’t let you just wipe away all that goodness without one last taste.”

Something inside told her to be embarrassed, to blush or something, but she wasn’t and she didn’t. She felt perfectly as ease standing there before him, the bottom of her dress wrapped around her waist and wiping the dripping wetness from between her legs with his shirt.

He was helping her straighten her dress back down when the door opened and Mike peeked his head out. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you two! Hebert’s got a few different agents that want to talk to you! Come on!”

Mike, the announcer, was looking Sutton up and down. Though her dress was pulled back down, strategically covering everything, Greysen standing there with no shirt on did give away that something went down in the little courtyard. He smiled knowingly at Greysen, “I got a t-shirt in my locker,” then motioned for them to come in before disappearing behind the closing door.

Sutton had turned her attention to Mike but she could’ve sworn, in her peripheral vision, that she’d seen Greysen slip her shredded panties into his pocket. She smiled and kept hold of his t-shirt as her memento.

“Thank you.” Greysen looked at Sutton as they walked towards the door.

“For what?”

“That kiss.” He gave her a satisfied smile.

She laughed. “My pleasure.”

Greysen opened the door and stood to the side. “Trust me, love, it was mine too.”

They were swiftly whisked away as soon as they stepped foot inside the door – each taken by the arm and brought to opposite sides of the bar to speak with different agents. Hours passed as they discussed the ins and outs of the different agencies they’d spoken with.

Greysen and Sutton exchanged glances and winks across the bar. She wanted so desperately to jump the bar, embrace that impossibly gorgeous man and finish that kiss from the courtyard; to see exactly where those lines in his stomach led to.

“Why don’t you come join us for dinner, Ms. Grey?” Mr. Mark McMillan of Uptown Records invited after their discussion.

He was young for such a high-powered record exec. He was just a bit taller than Sutton with dirty-blonde hair cut short on the sides and longer on top but smoothed down, in a clean-cut business man way, with way too much gel. He was handsome but his brown eyes held something, almost sinister, that made her a tad uncomfortable. But he was the best, and she knew that; plus this was what she’d dreamt of for years now.

Why was she hesitating? She and Ethen wanted this since they were fifteen; she couldn’t pass it up now just because she’d gotten the most fantastical, spine-tingling oral sex of her life out in the courtyard earlier. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that if she walked away now, she may never get the chance to really kiss him and to feel…other pieces of his body in that tight, wet, wanting spot. Just thinking of it brought some detailed flashbacks, making her lower body clench with lust which was intensified by looking across the bar at those smoldering, violet eyes.

“You coming, Ms. Grey?” Mr. McMillan turned around and reached a hand out to her. “We can discuss the details of the contract.”

She took one more look at Greysen, who smiled sweetly then turned as the gentleman at his side placed his arm around his shoulder and started introducing him to a few more people.

“Yeah,” she answered with a bit of uncertainty in her voice. She placed her hand into the waiting hand of the agent who stood before her smiling, and she smiled back.