Feast On Me
1577 Words
Chapter 5
Janessa's POV
The knob twisted- the door cracked open.
Mr. G shot up, still carrying me as my heart slammed against his.
He kicked the door shut, just as it started to swing wide.
A laugh floated through the hallway.
“Oops, wrong room.”
“i***t, that’s Mr. Caldwell’s,” another voice whispered, hushed and guilty. Feet shuffled away, their laughter drifting into the distance.
I stayed frozen against the wood, chest heaving, p***y throbbing.
Eyes blown wide. Lips swollen. His body caged right between my thighs.
The danger made it worse. The thought of someone almost walking in.
Seeing me with my nightgown pulled up- his mouth where it shouldn't have ever been.
His hand gripped the knob tight. Then he clicked the lock. His voice was raw.
“Christ… if anyone sees…” He broke off, dragging a hand over his face. “I’ll lose my damn mind.”
Then his mouth brushed my lips. Soft and Sorry.
He pulled back a millimeter and stared at me like he wanted to memorize the view of me.
I couldn't believe we just did that. There was no shame, no awkwardness. Just raw, tingling pleasure. Lord God.
He dropped me and slid back down to his knees, breathing hard. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered again, face against my belly- so close to my p***y.
I gasped at the sensation, my back against the wall. “Sorry for what?”
“For this. For everything.”
“Why?”
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“But you did.” My breath shook as I raised my thighs to his shoulders and tilted my hips toward him.
“And if you’re truly sorry… you’re going to have to make it up to me.”
His eyes lifted, wild and dark. “How?”
“Make me c*m, Mr. G.” I stretched, whispering like it was a secret. “Make us feel good.”
He groaned like I’d stabbed him. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Then die slowly,” I teased, lifting my p***y back to his lips.
His control shattered.
He sucked on my folds, his tongue sliding through me with hunger. I moaned, clutching the wall, my thighs trembling.
He tasted me like I was sin. He hummed, a low sound in his throat.
“Don’t stop,” I begged without thinking.
His hands cupped my bare breasts, thumbs rolling my n*****s until they were stiff peaks.
My body jerked- too much, all at once, but he didn’t stop.
When his tongue found my clit, I almost lost my mind. “Mr. G-Graham!”
“Yes. Say it again,” he rasped between licks. “Say my name properly.”
“Graham,” I breathed.
“Good.” His mouth pressed harder, sucking until my knees buckled. “Say it like it’s yours.”
“Graham pleaseee!” My voice was pitched.
He dropped me. Spun me. Pinned me to face the wall, and ate my p***y from behind.
Bloody hell.
The shock ripped through me. My hands slapped the plaster, my moan ripped out loud and messy.
“Arghhh!”
I didn’t care if the whole house heard. He was doing the lord's work and my body was testifying.
My p***y dripped, the wetness sliding down. I dipped my fingers, smeared it across my n*****s, playing with them.
“Ughh. You're so good.” I groaned as the words escaped me and electricity moved through my body.
He pulled me back. Fingers spreading me and placing me on his face. “You’re soaking wet, Janessa. You’re-f**k- you’re dripping everywhere.”
His tongue slid deeper and he sucked on my clit. My body shook.
Damn. This was supposed to be bad. Off limits. So why didn't I care? Why was he so good?
I looked down, only to see his wide throat bobbing. Swallowing my juices. My legs gave way, but he was right there, catching me, holding me up with one arm.
Then his thick finger slid into me.
“Ohhh Mr. Graham!” I sobbed as he thrust, curling them until sparks exploded inside me.
He hunched up. Latching his mouth onto my breast. Sucking. Biting. While his hand worked ruthlessly in and out of me.
“You like that huh?” He asked.
“Let me make you feel extra good while you keep crying my name. I love it.”
“Your fingers are huuge, f**k me! f**k me with them.” I ranted.
I was this close to losing it. My heart was going to explode.
Another of his fingers slid in and my back arched. I screamed as my head slammed against his chest and I rode him in ecstasy.
“Hmmmm,” I moaned, as we searched for rhythm.
“Yes take it.” He bit on my n****e.
“Harder,” I croaked. “Faster.”
He obliged, and his hand moved with a rhythm that matched my heart.
“You like what I'm doing to you?” he growled, pumping harder as his thumbs circled my clit.
“You’re so sweet, so sexy, so naughty. c*m for me, my naughty goddess.”
How could he say those things to me? Do these things to me? I wasn't complaining, but how?
His teeth grazed my n****e and I broke apart.
I closed my eyes as my whole body convulsed. Electricity shooting through me. Wetness flooding over his hand. My legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Graham Fuckk. Grahamm.” I collapsed into him. Soaking us.
He held me through it, lips brushing my ear. “How’s that… for an apology?”
I was still shuddering, panting, lost.
He smiled against my skin. And for the first time that night… I smiled too. My heart was beating with excitement.
That. Was. Mind. Blowing.
He carried me to his bathroom. Kissed me and slid his fingers out of me.
“You're milk and honey.” He said, sucking them, licking my p***y dry.
He set me to pee after. Then placed me on the counter, cleaning me with a washcloth and water. Breath warm on my belly.
“You’re alright,” he kept saying, as if to convince himself.
His fingers found the burn and brushed it like he was memorising it.
He took me to the room and moved me to the center of his bed. Laying right next to me. Kissing my shoulder.
All the while my heart was still stammering but my body was satiated.
“Janessa, I don't think I can resist. You've got a hold on me. You're like a Goddess. My Goddess.” he confessed.
“Mr. G,” I started.
“Graham,” I corrected as he made a face.
“You're gonna have to accept this reality, as Mr. G, Graham and Mr. Caldwell,” I say.
“I know. It's just so fast. So wrong but so right. I'm twice your age, your father figure and now this.” He groans.
“Do you know you wreck me? I'm losing self-control,” he murmured, voice rough.
“Good. You're supposed to be affected by me,” I said, curling into him.
I didn't know what this was but I liked it. So did he.
“I don’t want this to be a mistake,” he breathed, kissing down my arm. “But I don’t know how to stop.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered, bold. “Just be careful.”
I rubbed the length of his d**k which had been poking me and his breath shuddered.
“Don't think, just feel.” I said.
“I need to, Janessa. I want you so bad and I shouldn't. It's weird. I should be protecting you from myself and other guys.”
“But you didn’t,” I stroked the tip of his d**k, gliding his pre c*m on it.
He choked on his breath, losing his train of thoughts. Tingles flowed through me.
“I…I don't… want our.. first… time like this. Hidden…rushed…almost caught. You deserve better.” he gasped uncontrollably.
“So chivalrous and old-fashioned,” I teased.
“It’s how it should be,” he said fiercely.
“If it’s that way, I can face you in the mornings. I’ll give you something proper, not stolen like this. Not hushed. I’ll do it right.”
“What if I want it now?” I dared, stroking him harder.
His jaw clenched. “Then I’ll remember tonight and hate myself until I can give you the rest.”
“You’re so confident of a next time- why?” I whispered.
“You’re a deity that’s woken me up,” he said, voice low. “And I’ll be damned if I let you go.”
Then he kissed me.
He had lines, real ones. And the worst part? I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing either.
“Just let me hold you tonight,” he murmured, voice rough. “I’ll think later.”
He pulled me close, like I belonged beside him, kissed my forehead- and the world went quiet.
Until it wasn’t.
“Janessa! Janessa!”
My mother’s voice. Right outside the door.
I froze, heart picking up. What the hell?
Mr. G’s eyes snapped open and met mine.
We were still tangled up in each other. And she was here.
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