YOU WANT ME, YEAH?

Cainan Baelafort.

My eyes keep going to the clock even though it seems like I’m reading.

I’m estimating the time in my head. How long will it take him to prepare and start driving down to the house? It usually takes four hours, he said.

Today, he’s an hour late.

However, the moment I hear the Honda pull up in front of the house, I hurry to the library to sit at a desk.

The door soon opens, and Grey comes in. He looks at me with vivid eyes that are quite sunken in an attractive way.

“Greetings, Lady Baelafort.”

I nod. “Greetings to you, too.”

My eyes don’t stray from him as he comes over and sets his bag next to his chair, then sits down across from me. “How are you feeling today?”

“Feeling fine.”

“Your homework?”

I shift my book to his side of the desk, and he goes through my answers with a deep frown, which I would prefer to term as resting bitch face.

“I don’t get why you need a tutor, Lady Baelafort,” he mutters, looking up from the book. “You’ve done great in everything so far.”

I huff. “This is your third day of work, Grey. Don’t fuck it up.”

The man narrows his eyes. “Grey?”

“Drop the act. Please. How old are you again? Twenty-seven. I’m definitely certain you wanna see me naked but don’t wanna admit it.”

“Ms. Baelafort, I don’t know what you’re talking abou—”

“If I take off my clothes and hang my legs on your shoulders, what would you do?”

Grey tenses up. I bet even his fucking attractive facial hairs are standing.

I’ll make it quite easy for him. First, I shift my chair backward so he can get a better view. Then I lift the skirt of my floral dress to my waist and spread my legs apart.

Instantly, that strict expression on Grey’s face wipes off, replaced by what seems like hunger with his eyes dilated.

He can as well pounce on me now.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I whisper.

He looks around while wiping his face nervously. “There are bloody cameras around, young lady.”

“I turned off all the surveillance cameras in the house.” That would be blamed on Adam, anyway. “And do not young-lady me, or it might put it off.”

“Okay… um…”

Grey pushes the desk aside and slides between my legs, kneeling on the floor. 

While maintaining eye contact with me, one of his hands rests on my thigh, while the other creeps up between them.

I smile when I feel his cold index finger graze my bare folds. He does so as well, growling in approval.

“No underwear? Fuck, you’ve been waiting for this,” he rasps.

I thrust my hips up to show my need. “Stop talking and touch me.”

Grey obeys in an instant. He starts tracing my clitoris slowly with his fingers. But I don’t appreciate the tease and would rather my pussy be filled.

“I’m gonna need more than that,” I tell him.

“Shh…” He doesn’t break eye contact. “I need your juice to drip down my fingers first.”

“I fucking want you, and you’re wasting my damn time.” I reach for the back of his neck and pull his face forward. “If you don’t do shit now, I’ll kick your ass out.”

Without warning, two thick fingers plunge inside me. They take me unaware, causing me to gasp out as my legs quiver.

Grey starts moving his fingers in and out in a fast and forceful motion. And my hips follow his every movement, my hands still gripping the hair behind his head.

“I love how wet you are…” he whispers, still holding my gaze. 

I find it hot that he’s doing that, but my dominant side also wants to resist. However, it gets harder to do so since his fingers are already in control of me. 

He curls them against my G-spot while his thumb circles my swollen clit, bringing me to a new high.

“Ah… Great…” I moan, sucking my teeth. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck… right there.”

“You’ve been starved, haven’t you?” Grey adds a third finger.

I stiffen and clench myself around him, whispering hoarsely, “Yeah…”

“So how long have you been thinking of this?”

I suck my teeth again. “What?”

“Getting me on my knees… how long have you thought of it?”

“I don’t know…” I can’t think straight at the moment. My intelligence has suddenly vanished. “Ever since I asked my papa for a tutor? Oh… fuck!”

My vision turns blurry, my eyes dilating and nearly closing as I feel myself reaching a peak. One that would have me shuddering, thighs trembling.

But before that can happen, Grey withdraws his fingers.

“So you wanted a fuckboy?"

My eyes snap open as I try to catch my breath. “Well, are you?”

He smirks. The first time I’ve seen a fucking crack in his expression. “At this point, I’m whatever you want me to be.”

“Then fucking do your job.”

Grey’s smirk widens to show his dimples as he immediately jacks my legs on his shoulders. Then he buries his face between my thighs.

The moment I feel the warmth and wetness of his tongue on my clit, I shudder, gripping hard at his hair while trying to pull him off me.

That stunt doesn’t work, though, as his tongue grows relentless, lapping at my dripping pussy and sucking my clit from time to time.

“Fuck…” I groan.

A new height of sensation overwhelms me every time he thrusts that fucking tongue into my vulva and does a little curve.

He has a good and long tongue, I will give him that, and it’s all the more reason why I wouldn’t want these sessions to end for anything.

As Grey grabs my hips and digs softly into my skin, I feel like that was all I needed to go off the edge.

The first sign of my climax is losing my fucking breath. Even my moans have lost rhythm.

Then comes the shaking. Of pleasure. Of a need that has longed to be quenched. My fingers clasp behind Grey’s head to lock him in as I buck my hips and roll with every nudge my orgasm has to give.

After some time that I would rather have gone longer, Grey finally breaks away from my feminine strength and comes up, his eyes dark with lust as he leans over me and crashes his mouth into mine.

He didn’t give me time to catch my breath, and I love him for that. His hungry and demanding kiss wakes up the ravager in me again—my sensitive body tells me that.

When he disentangles from the kiss, I try to brush strands of his brown hair that have gotten across his brows aside, realizing just how beautiful he looks when he’s yearning.

“You want me, yeah?” I ask.

He nods with another smirk, which I’m beginning to find sexy. “If you think I’m done with you, you are wrong.”