What are you watching? I typed out, seeing as I was pretty sure he’d still be up and watching TV in his room.

His reply came through just a few seconds later. A photo of the TV screen in his room, showing—of course—late-night infomercials. My mouth twitched into a fond smile, chest warming as I pictured him curled up in a mound of blankets, probably smoking a joint.

How come you’re not asleep? he sent. I thought you were really tired.

Dunno, I sent back, heart beating fast. Can’t sleep.

He replied, Want to come watch infomercials with me?

I stared at my phone screen, the urge to go and curl up with him in his bed making my stomach tighten. But my body was restless. Wired.

I want something else, I found myself typing back, belly dipping with anticipation. He replied just a second later.

What?

My pulse quickened as I licked my lips, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. I could practically hear the eagerness in his text. Whatever I wanted, he’d give it to me. He was so sweet. Eager to please. It made me want to give him anything he wanted.

I started typing again.

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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Beryl

I want you to come up to my room naked and lick my pussy until I tell you I’ve had enough. Don’t say anything, don’t make any sounds. You can’t come until I tell you to. You can bring one toy up to use once I’m done with you.

My heart started pounding harder as I wondered what he would think when he read it. He could say no, of course. I wouldn’t mind, even though my pussy was already throbbing at the idea of Greid coming into my dark bedroom, crawling into my bed and lowering his head between my thighs without a word. Obediently, eagerly following my orders.

He didn’t respond to my text, but about a minute later, I heard a very faint sound coming from far below in the house. Then the creak of the stairs.

My heart shot into my throat. Dropping my phone on the nightstand, I hurriedly kicked off the covers and wriggled out of my pyjamas. The room was dark, but I knew Greid had some kind of night vision. As I listened to him coming up the stairs, I frantically tried to arrange myself into a sexy pose. What the fuck was a sexy pose when I was flat on my back? I let my arms fall onto the pillow above my head, drawing my knees up. Then I let out a strangled sound and settled my hands on my stomach. No, now it looked like I was at a doctor’s office waiting for an examination.

The landing outside my room creaked as Greid reached the third floor. Acting purely on instinct, I let my knees fall open and cupped a hand over my pussy. But when slickness coated my fingertips, I couldn’t help but glide my fingers up and down, shivering with pleasure.

The door handle creaked, and then the door slowly opened. There was enough light streaming through the window from the street outside for me to see the tall outline of Greid’s body. I could hear him already breathing fast, and as he took a step inside, I saw the enormous outline of his erect cock bob.

He didn’t say a word, because I’d told him not to, but I heard him swallow, heard his ragged breaths as he reached the foot of the bed and dropped something onto the mattress. My pussy throbbed as I wondered what toy he’d picked. His cock sleeve? A dildo? God, I wanted to watch him fuck himself with a dildo.

His yellow eyes gleamed in the dark, wide as they stared at the fingers gliding up and down my pussy. He placed a knee on the mattress, and I could feel the tremor in his hands as they connected with my calves and slid up.

Calmness settled in my bones, driving out all the chaotic thoughts from before. This, I could give him, knowing he wanted it. This was a gift he was giving me—handing over control, letting me take the lead. I wasn’t going to squander it, and I was going to make sure he knew just how much he pleased me.

“Such a good boy,” I murmured, smiling when I heard his breath catch. “How long have you been desperate to eat my pussy, Greid?”

He inhaled sharply to speak, then loosed it in a shaky rush as he remembered my order for him to stay silent. My smile widened, turning a little evil. This was going to be fun.

“Remember, don’t make a sound,” I purred, lifting my slick fingers to his mouth as he slid his huge hands up my thighs and lowered his head. “Want to taste me first, greedy boy?”

His breaths were choppy, and as he sucked my fingers into his mouth he let out a tiny whimper before cutting it off abruptly. His long, hot tongue slid between my fingers, hands clutching my thighs tighter.

I pulled them free and palmed the back of his head, drawing it down. He went willingly, his hair silky as I threaded my fingers through it. My clit pulsed when his fast breaths fanned over my pussy, and then I felt the slick warmth of his tongue sliding over me. I gasped.

He moaned hoarsely, fingers digging into my thighs and spreading them wider. Despite how incredible it felt—all those bumps tagging my clit with the slow pass of his tongue—I tightened my grip in his hair and drew his head up.

“I said no sounds,” I told him sternly. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

He nodded frantically in my tight grip, and in the darkness I saw the shadowy outline of his cock buck between his legs. Loosening my hold, I let him dip back down and lick me again. A breathless groan escaped me as his tongue stroked softly over my clit before swirling around it.

“That feels so good,” I breathed. He shuddered, licking another long line up my pussy before circling my clit again. “Suck it. Softly at first.”

Greid’s lips were trembling around his hectic breaths as he drew my clit into his mouth and gave it a gentle suck. His fingers spasmed on my thighs as he did it again, flicking his tongue at the same time.

“Fuck.” My fingers clutched tighter at his hair as pleasure hummed under my skin, my pussy clenching. “Good boy, Greid.”

His breath caught, body trembling between my thighs as he held back whatever sounds he wanted to make. His tongue grew more feverish, sweeping over me again and again before circling and flicking my clit. He sucked it back into his mouth, taking long, rhythmic draws that made my thighs start to quake.

Holy crap, he was good at this. My hips pushed up to get my pussy closer to his mouth before they began to rock. I tightened my grip on his head, holding it immobile so I could slide my cunt over his tongue as he held it in place, his shuddery breaths fanning over my flushed, heated skin.

“God, your tongue feels so good.” I shuddered with pleasure as all those little bumps tagged my clit with every liquid glide. Another tiny whimper escaped him, but I decided to let him off for that one as I pushed his face back down and practically smothered him with my pussy.

He buried his mouth even deeper, slurping at my clit as his hips began to hump the air, jostling the bed. Our ragged breaths filled the room, accompanied by the slick sounds of his tongue on my soaked cunt. I could feel wetness trickling down into the cleft of my ass, and my thighs were trembling wildly now as Greid kept them pinned open, long arms wrapped around them.

My head tipped back into the pillow as a rush of stark pleasure made my hips jerk. Then they began to writhe, sliding my pussy over Greid’s mouth and chin as he sucked on my clit with drugging pulls. A broken gasp escaped me as hot pleasure surged, my clit pulsing in his mouth.

A desperate moan vibrated through my pussy, almost making me come. Swallowing around my hectic breaths, I fisted his hair and gently drew his head up.