Chapter 4 ~ Part 2

“Are you sure you want me this way?” Greysen asked.

What kind of a question was that? Could he not tell just how very much she wanted him, needed him, longed for his touch? She ran her hands up his back, over his shoulders, to his face, bracing it between her palms. His sparkling amethyst eyes stared into hers with almost, sadness.

“Greysen, I’ve wanted you since the first moment I heard you sing, before your first kiss. And now, I want you so much my insides hurt…kiss me, please, just kiss me.” Her voice was soft, pleading, and full of passion; she didn’t care.

He moved his hands to mirror hers on his face. He leaned in slowly, calculated, like he was thinking of every inch of motion. Her breath quickened to match her heart beat and his luscious lips finally pressed to hers. He pulled back just a centimeter but didn’t lose touch and pressed his lips once again to hers, making her heart stutter unevenly and her stomach flip. His lips were so silky and full, they molded to hers, encasing them in indescribable warmth and gratification from just that chaste touch.

Their lips parted simultaneously and they shared a ragged breath. Greysen kissed her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth, lightly gliding his tongue across the width of it and then moved to her top lip, where he did the same. Sutton’s eyes closed as her hands moved down to his thick neck then around so she could touch those soft, feathery curls of hair while their tongues explored each other’s lips.

Greysen set his lips over hers as he slowly glided his tongue from his mouth into hers. His tongue was as soft as velvet passing through her lips and caressing her tongue inside her mouth. Sutton responded back without a second’s hesitation, moving her tongue in the soft and slow in and out motion of his, tasting him like he was the most delicious cuisine – he was. His hands stayed gentle but firm against her face, his long fingers brushing into her hair. She took his tongue with her mouth and sucked all the spearmint flavored goodness until she came to the tip then her mouth fell open and he began to kiss her deeply, with fierce and uninhibited passion. The kiss was not rough or fast, it was tender and slow, but it was as if a lifetime of love was released in that kiss. His tongue glided effortlessly through her lips and caressed her tongue over and over; mixing with soft, gentle presses of lips and traces of her lips with his.

Greysen lifted Sutton by her waist and sat her on the granite bar. Her legs wrapped around his stomach, crossing her ankles and pressing him tightly against her wanting pussy. She could feel him hard, thick and still growing. She reached her hands down, grabbing the bottom of the gray t-shirt and lifting it so she could finally touch his body. He released his hands from her back and pulled out from the warm depths of her mouth just enough to finish pulling the shirt over his head, exposing all the smooth, tanned and delicious skin of his upper body.

Sutton gasped, a light but thrilling tone, as her hands touched the firm, chiseled muscles in his stomach like hand-carved stone. She traced the indentations around each individual muscle up; first to his wide chest, her fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his dark, hardened nipples and then back down, following the defined, curving lines down the sides of his stomach to the waist band of his faded blue jeans.

He stood there, watching her hands on his skin, his breath heavier with each pass of her fingertips and his eyes smoldering purple. His fingers traced her hands, up her arms, sliding the skinny straps to her silk camisole down and started kissing her right shoulder. This time as he made his way to her chest, he began to kiss lower, following the line of her breastbone. He kissed over the silky material, moving gently to her right breast, gliding the silk over her hard nipple with his tongue. One hand cupped that breast, while the other found its way under that cerulean barrier that kept her sizzling skin from touching the firmness of his naked flesh.

That hand traced up the side of her body, then around, softly passing over her left breast with his palm. Tracing over the sensitive skin of her scar with his fingertip, she gasped lightly – not from pain, but it was the first time anyone had touched that living piece of her memory. He pulled his mouth from her other breast and looked at her watching him.

“Do you really like this shirt?” he asked with a sly smile.

Sutton looked at him, perplexed for only a fraction of a second, and then he grabbed the material in the center of her chest and ripped the camisole in two. She moaned loudly and her breath caught in her throat – completely turned on – as he slid the pieces of ravished silk from her body, exposing her naked breasts before him.

She couldn’t help but smile from the look in his eyes as he looked upon her breasts like they were the sun – remarkably beautiful and too hot to touch. He grazed the scar tentatively and looked into her eyes.

“I know…it looks bad…” she started to say, but he pressed his lips to hers.

“It’s part of you. It’s beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed it gently then, starting just above her breasts, he placed his hands flat against her skin, running them tenderly over her full breasts and hard nipples. His hands turned slightly so his fingers were on her sides, thumbs touching under her breasts, as he continued the fluid motion down to the top of the black knit skirt, which was already bunched around the tops of her thighs giving him a glimpse of her black panties underneath.

He moved his hands back up, stopping on her breasts and lightly traced her nipples with his thumb and forefinger while looking into her eyes.

“You have the most gorgeous breasts, the most sensuous skin.” He leaned in and began to kiss her again, fully embracing her tongue with his own, mouths pressed tightly together, as he continued to caress and massage her breasts.

Sutton grew wet and eager with every caress, every pulse of hands on her so long untouched breasts. She moved her hands down his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch under her touch, to the top of his jeans and started to unbutton and unzip them. As soon as they were undone, his cock protruded out from under the elastic in his underwear. She felt his soft, plush head peeking out and she moaned with him as she ran her finger over it. She eagerly began sliding his underwear and jeans off, pushing them over his curvy ass with her hands and caressing that soft, tight skin as she did it.

Their lips never left each other’s. Their kisses only grew in intensity, in hunger. When his bottoms hit the floor, Sutton broke the kiss to look upon his naked body. As if he knew exactly what she wanted, he stepped out of the fallen heap of clothes at his feet and stood back just enough for her to get a full view of his perfect build.

Sutton lost her breath as her eyes roamed every inch of his hard body, starting at the firm curve of his muscular calves. Every line, every defined muscle was impeccably formed and every ounce of skin was smooth like silk. There was nothing to interfere with her skin rubbing his. She followed the thickness of his thighs up and her eyes widened as they settled on the enormity of his groin. He was huge, hard and ready – pointing straight up, tight against the chiseled plane of his stomach; the eye-catching swell of his suckable head settling just over his belly button.

“You’re…breathtaking.” The words spilled out slowly and softly as she was unable to breathe anything heavier than shallow pants.

She slid off the bar and stepped over to him, where they stood before each other with more wanting desire flaming between them than the room could hold. Fire filled her up inside, exuding through her skin to the point she thought she could spontaneously combust. It’d been far too long since she’d touched, or even seen, a man’s body and his body was so unbelievable gorgeous, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She traced her hands down his hips, onto his thighs, her eyes focused on that beautiful hardness below her. Her hands caressed his inner thighs, feeling all the silken, hairless skin with her whole hands. When she reached his tightened sack, she cupped it in both hands and moved up his solidly thick shaft.

His eyes fluttered and head bowed back with just the touch of her soft hands on his hard dick. “Your touch is amazing,” he whispered as he looked back down to her eyes that had risen to meet his when he spoke. “I’ve wanted you to touch me this way for so long.”

“May I kiss you?” She smiled as her palm caressed his moist head.

His breath came out shaky while the smile spread over his face. “Please.”
Sutton started at his chest, biting his nipples gently as both of her hands played up and down the hard length of him. One hand cupped and caressed his tight sack; the other glided up and down the silky, smooth hardness where she traced her fingers over his head as she made her way up. Greysen’s hands caressed her breasts as she kissed and licked her way down the muscles in his abdomen, taking her time on each individual one.

She grabbed him firmly in her hand and placed a single press of lips to the top of his lush head, tasting his seeping wetness. He moaned and his hands moved to her cheeks. She picked her face up and looked at him, smiling.

“Would you like to sit?” She’d felt his unsteady sway as she kissed him.

“Please.”

She walked forward as he walked back until he’d backed up to the green suede couch and slowly took a seat. He spread his legs as she took position kneeling between them and started caressing his solid thighs, slowly gliding her hands over his satiny skin. Her thumbs grazed his inner thighs and then moved to barely graze the outline of his groin. As she moved up his hips, she leaned over, allowing his cock to rub between her breasts, her nipples lightly skimming his soft skin, stroking him as her hands would. He let out a light moan as she rubbed her breasts up and down his swollen shaft. She traced his nipples with her tongue, her hands caressing the cut lines in the sides of his abdomen. She bit each one gently and gave them a quick flick of her tongue before she kissed and licked every inch of those chiseled abs on her way down to his thighs. She looked up to his face and couldn’t help but smile. His head was back but eyes focused on her as he chewed his bottom lip.

“Uhmmm, Sutton…you’re driving me crazy…uh, baby…” His palms caressed her cheeks and his fingers played through her hair as he moaned, watching her teasing him.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she whispered against his inner thigh.

“Oh my God, love, it’s indescribable…the way you make me feel…” His words were lost in a breathless moan just then as she pushed his thighs open wider and lowered her face between his legs. She kissed the lines of his inner thighs where they touched his groin until she got to the thick, tightened skin of his large sack, feeling it with her lips and tongue. She licked a long wet line from the bottom of his testicles up, all the way, until she traced his throbbing shaft and ran her tongue over his succulent head. Without using her hands, she lifted his head into her mouth and sucked on it, lightly rolling her tongue over and around as her breasts stroked his shaft and her hands caressed his sack and the soft skin between it and his ass. She felt his muscles twitching under her touches as his body began to roll.

“Uhh, fuck, Sutton…uhh, you’re fucking amazing.”

She lifted her face enough to see him watching her enjoy him and she smiled. “You haven’t even had the half of it yet.”

He smiled that glorious devilish, smile and said, “I can’t wait.”

She kissed softly down his shaft, embracing each kiss with using tongue and lips, changing positions with her hands. She kissed over his sack and sucked it into her mouth, rolling his two solid balls into her mouth with her tongue. Her hand stroked him smoothly, up, over and down, making sure her fingers fully caressed that luscious head. She let his balls spill out of her mouth and continued down further. He spread his legs open wider as she kissed her way to that soft, silken skin between his tightened testicles and his ass and kissed it as if it were his mouth. She kissed it, licked it, sucked it and gently grazed her teeth over it, making him cry out in pleasure.

She licked her way back up his thick cock, so thick she was unable to touch her fingers together around the width of him. When she made it to his head, she sucked it into her mouth and continued down, slowly working every inch of him in her mouth. It’d been a long, long time for her but it came so naturally with Greysen, she didn’t even have to think about it, her body responded instinctively to his. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get all that length inside of her mouth, his width alone filled every inch of space, but she kept going, wanting it, wanting to feel him down her throat. Getting half way down the enormity of him, she pulled back up slowly and looked at him. “Angle’s wrong.”

She got up from the position between his legs and sat beside him on the couch. He grabbed her face and kissed her passionately, deep and long, before she leaned back over and started sucking all of him into her mouth again. His hands made their way to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers and rolling them as she rolled his head with her tongue. He let out a loud trembling moan as she caressed his head with the soft spot in the back of her throat and her tongue massaged his shaft.

The feel of him inside her mouth, his hands working her breasts and the sound of his breathless moans got her so wet and worked up, her body began to roll with his. She worked him in her mouth, massaging, gliding, sucking, absorbing all of him. Her hands massaged his sack, his thighs, and the softness in between with the wetness dripping from her mouth; her lips wrapped around the base of him. She slowly drew up his solid length and with one hand on his sack and one hand stroking his shaft, she began to suck him in and out of her mouth in long, wet lines, coming all the way up so she could suck and lick on his pulsing head.

“Uhhh, Sutton, I want to taste you, baby. I want your pussy in my mouth.” Greysen moaned and then whispered something as his hips began to rock harder. She was going to stop and ask him what he’d just said; he’d whispered so low she didn’t quite hear him – she thought he’d just called her Suttybug – but she couldn’t stop. She loved feeling him in her mouth, his slick smoothness and rock hardness, a perfect combination. He was delicious and so tempting and she couldn’t get enough of him.

“Uh, Sutton, stop. Uh, baby, stop or I’m going to come.”

She pulled up just a little to look into his blazing, wide eyes but she continued to stroke him long and hard with her hand.

“I want you to. I want to feel you come in my mouth, Greysen. Please, come for me.”

He leaned in and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth as his thrusts of his hips became harder. “Anything you want, love,” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled and went back down, taking him fully into her mouth, all the way down and all the way up, lips tight, tongue caressing with the motion. She heard his breathing accelerate as his hips circled. His hands were fumbling between his own thighs and her back.

“Oh my….uhhh, ok, ok, I’m gonna go,” he tried to pull her back, “I can’t hold it anymore, Sutton.”

She reached around and grabbed his hands, cupping them on her breasts, and continued sucking. She felt his rhythm falter and he suddenly exploded in a hot, thick burst inside her mouth and she sucked harder. His breath escaped in a loud series of heavy moans and gasping breaths. When his hips stopped thrusting and his hands released their iron grasp on her breasts, she slid him slowly out of her mouth, resting him gently against his stomach.

She swallowed deep, as he stared into her eyes with a look that could burn the skin off of her body it was filled with so much passion. She licked her lips, slowly, across the top and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. “Delicious.”

“You’re…” he was trying hard to catch his breath, “un-fucking-believable.” He panted a couple of times and licked his dry lips. “That was so…uhhh, words fail.”

Sutton leaned in and licked his lips with him. “Just tried to return the favor.”

“Uh, love…I think that surpassed my kiss by far.”

She giggled lightly. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You didn’t feel it from my end.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs, legs bent at the knee and felt him, still thick, just not as hard, in between her legs. The sensation of feeling that enormous cock pressed against her with only the thin barrier of her panties was almost too much. She slowly rubbed herself over it, feeling that touch of softness began to disappear. The silky moisture seeping from between her legs made each glide smoother, harder and more erotic.

“No, but there’s no way it was better than that. I think, maybe…” His hands were tracing the naked skin of her back. He looked down to her thrusting hips as he ran his hands down her inner thighs and pushed her panties to the side. Sutton looked down as he used two fingers to spread her lips open so they could envelop his steadily hardening cock. He let out a ragged breath with her as she began to rub her dripping wet pussy on him. He placed his hands on her hips, helping her glide over his now rock hard shaft, teasing them both.

“Maybe what?” she asked as he looked up and they began to kiss, tongues sucking tongues, light biting of lips, rough and wanting kisses. His hands made it back up and both their hands began roaming each other’s naked chests.

“I think, I should try again,” he whispered out while she sucked his bottom lip.

They let out a small laugh together and then turned abruptly as a key rattled in the door. Just as quick, the front door opened.

“Mark!” Sutton gasped.

Greysen instinctively pressed her tighter to his chest to shield her half naked body.

“Sutton! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mark exclaimed.

“Me? What the fuck are you doing letting yourself into my home?”

“You gave me a key.”

“Yeah, for emergencies, like if I’m lying on the floor dying! Not to let yourself into my home whenever the hell you feel like it!”

Greysen reached back, pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around Sutton securely before he stood in front of her, facing Mark. He didn’t care that he was buck naked and still gooey from Sutton’s returning favor. Mark looked him up and down as Greysen stood there in all his beautiful glory. Mark inhaled and puffed his chest out like he trying to stand up straighter, appear bigger.

“I think you should leave…Mark.” Greysen said his name with disdain.

Suddenly, four men dressed in head to toe black - pants, shirts, ties and jackets, with little clear wires that ran from their ears to a small clip on their collars - stepped up behind him. Bodyguards. Great.

Mark walked over to the bar, bent down, picked up Greysen’s jeans and threw them at him. “I think you’re the one who should be leaving, son.”

Sutton stood up from the couch, wrapped in her white chenille blanket. “Now you just wait one damned minute! You will not come into my home like you fucking own the place and start throwing people out. Why the hell are you even here?”

Mark was still staring at Greysen as he slipped into his jeans. “Studio, remember?
We’re going to lay the final track today?”

Sutton’s head dropped. “Shit. I forgot that was today.”

Greysen turned and faced her behind him. Sutton looked up to his questioning eyes and pleaded. “Please don’t leave. I’m going to go throw some clothes on. But please don’t leave. I want you to come with me.”

“He’s not allowed in the studio, Sutton. You know that,” Mark said condescendingly.

“You can stay here then,” she said as she looked back at Greysen. Her blanket was slipping and she tried to hold it in place while she looked at him.

He reached down and wrapped it around her tighter, making sure she was fully covered and smiled at her. “Go, get dressed,” he said, and then leaned in and kissed her.

She reached up on tiptoe and kissed him back, giving herself to him in that kiss; letting him know as best as she could without words that she wanted him, completely. They stood there with their audience and lost themselves in that kiss, but they didn’t care. When they were together the world was only the two of them.

“Uhm, hum….Sutton, we’ve got to go,” Mark said with a sneer at Greysen.

She rolled her eyes at Mark, kissed Greysen one last time and walked to her bedroom.