SWNOVELS Blissful Hook: Chapter 34
‘You have way too much shit,’ I grumble and drop the tenth box labelled Gracie’s clothes in hot pink Sharpie in front of our new closet.
Yeah. Our closet.
‘And you don’t have nearly enough.’ She throws me a teasing look over her shoulder while dragging in a tied garbage bag behind her. She drops it beside her with an over-exaggerated sigh.
She has a point. I threw away almost everything from my old place, leaving only two garbage bags of clothes and Gracie’s favourite coffee mug. I figured if this is my chance at a fresh start then I want to do it right, with as little baggage as possible. Both mentally and physically,
‘I already have everything that I need right here.’
She doesn’t miss the double meaning behind my words because the corners of her lips twitch and a flush crawls up her neck. She turns and scurries back through to the living room. I give my head a shake and look around our semi-furnished bedroom. It’s clear that our new apartment is smaller than Gracie’s old one, but I was happily surprised when she was the one to insist that this was the place for us. There’s still enough room for our friends and family with the two bedrooms and two bathrooms, without us feeling like we were surrounding ourselves with empty space. That was a huge bonus.
It wasn’t an easy decision in the beginning, however. When Oakley had first caught wind of his sister’s sudden move, he insisted on helping her financially again, being even more protective of her than before. And it’s safe to say that that was a huge no-go for me. It took hours of shouted words and angry jabs before he finally agreed to step back and let me be the one to take care of her. Not like she isn’t capable of doing so herself. She has always made that abundantly clear. But I would fail as her boyfriend if I didn’t at least try. God knows I can afford to give her whatever kind of life she wants. I think that the fact she still chooses to live a middle-class life when she has every option and resource not to is one thing that makes me love her as much as I do.
‘Get your lazy ass out here and help me carry this!’
I choke back my laugh when I see her grunting by the front door. Crouched down in a squat with her ass an inch from the floor, she tries to lift our heavy as hell wooden dresser on her own.
‘I don’t know. I have quite the view from here,’ I tease with my eyes glued on the stretched, see-through leggings that barely cover her perfectly round, squeeze-worthy ass.
Her head turns, eyes narrowing into a glare. ‘I will choke you in your sleep.’
The dangerous glint in her eyes pushes me to move towards her and with a sigh, I easily grab the opposite side of the dresser and lift it. ‘Do you want to walk backward, or should I?’ I ask, wearing a slight smirk.
She huffs, frustrated. ‘Does it matter? Just start moving!’
I get a kick out of her frustration and lean on my left leg in an attempt to stall us. ‘Well, it’s harder to walk backward, babe. I think I should do it.’
Her cheeks turn red as she glances down at her shaky grip on the wood. ‘Okay! Go before I drop this damn thing on the ground.’
‘You sure?’
‘Damnitt, Tyler! Just start walking before I break the damn thing!’
I burst out in a fit of laughter but turn myself around and lead us into the bedroom. She drops the dresser as soon as it’s in place with a loud groan.
‘You’re such a prick.’ She runs her sweaty hands down her legs.
‘You didn’t already know that?’
Rolling her eyes, she throws herself back on the queen-sized bed. ‘I hate you.’
‘We both know that’s not true,’ I say. My voice drops in volume as I walk over to her. I stop when my knees hit the mattress. I feel her dangling feet lightly hitting the outside of my thighs and wrap my hands around her calves. Tugging on them, she lets out a surprised sound while sliding down the bed. She rests on the edge of the bed now, feet touching the floor and my hardening cock pressing against the warmth between her legs. ‘Right?’
She swallows slowly and nods once, watching me lean down and press my palms to the mattress, eyes darkening. My breath fans her lips and her pupils dilate. ‘Cat got your tongue?’ My words seem to spark the fire living inside of her because a jolt of unsuspected pleasure jolts through my groin. Dropping my gaze, I nearly come in my pants.
‘Cat got your tongue?’ Her lips are parted, a sharp breath puffing out and warming mine when she wets her lips. She grips my cock through my sweatpants, massaging it.
‘Fuck. I love you.’
She pushes her hair out of her face and opens her legs for me, grabbing my neck as I move my body between them. ‘I love you,’ she breathes against my lips before kissing me, the roughness behind it making my mouth burn with a delicious throb. I bite down on her bottom lip and slide my tongue in her mouth when her lips separate with a groan. My hands slip under her tank top and run over her bare tits. I roll her nipples between my fingertips and pull gently on them every few seconds.
A light breath runs against my lips as she arches her back off of the bed. I lean back and yank her shirt over her head, throwing it off to the side before doing the same with mine. She leans forward, eyes burning with desire. Gracie pushes me back and flips us so she can rest straddle me and let her breasts hang above me. The two rosy buds are puckered, begging to be kissed.
Silky blonde hair falls in a glowing halo around her face as she grins wickedly, leans forward, and trails her fingers slowly down my chest. They follow every deep line and rigid indent I’ve worked so hard to mould. She chews on her bottom lip and toys with the strings on my sweatpants. My breath catches in my throat when she slips her hand under the waistband and wraps a small palm around me. Her crystal blue eyes glaze over when she looks down to watch her hand slide along my cock. The slow, teasing strokes have me groaning, the sound rich with approval. She yanks on my waistband with her free hand and I lift my hips so she can remove the remaining obstacle easier.
‘You don’t have to,’ I choke out.
She simply shakes her head and I nearly blow my load at the sight of her opening her mouth and letting a long trail of spit drip onto the tip. She repeats the action a second time, this time allowing her hand to become coated.
Holy fuck.
Her eyes shine with a playful glimmer as her warm mouth wraps around me. My hands fist around her hair on instinct, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. I push my up, forcing my cock further down her throat while she drags her tongue along the head. She moans, letting the sound vibrate around me as she looks up through batted eyelashes. The sight is criminal, lethal. And I have to squeeze my eyes shut when I feel the pressure in my balls build.
‘Baby,’ I moan. ‘If you don’t stop I’m going to fill your mouth.’
She releases me with a loud pop and I pull her to me by the hair still wrapped around my fist. The pain has her groaning in my ear; the sound adding to the aching pulse in my groin. I nearly rip her pants off as I push them down her legs and throw them away.
I waste no time in pushing Gracie onto her back and crawling back on top of her. My large body is completely swallowing hers. I run my hands over every inch of her smooth skin, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch before I finally press my lips against hers, swallowing a whimper.
With one hand resting in her hair, I move the other between her legs and let the wetness waiting for me guide my finger into her tight pussy. ‘You’re always dripping for me,’ I grunt, twisting my hand so I can use my thumb to press down on her clit, relishing in the way she grinds against my hand.
‘Please, just fuck me already,’ she pleads, twisting her hips into my touch like she’ll die if she doesn’t get me inside of her.
‘Always so impatient,’ I tease, letting another finger dip inside. “So needy.” I do the same with a third finger.
‘Tyler.’ It’s a beg, a plea. My head falls forward slightly, lips parting when she moans out my name. I pull out my fingers and press a soft kiss to her lips. I grab my cock and coat the tip in her arousal before slamming the entire thing inside of her, grunting when she grabs onto my biceps and sinks her nails into my skin. My mind fogs over when our bodies rub together, our tempos syncing with every rough, unforgiving thrust.
‘That’s a good girl. Take all of me.” Her soft velvet walls squeeze around me, holding me tight. Gracie’s grip moves from my arms to my back and she yanks me towards her so she can latch her mouth to my neck, sucking and nipping until I have her mark etched on my skin as proudly as I wear it in my chest. Her body starts quivering around me as I pull out, only leaving the tip inside before slamming back in.
‘Come for me, baby,’ I groan in her ear. She squeezes me tighter, teeth pulling at my neck harder before she unhinges altogether, cooing my name and shoving her face against my skin.
‘I’m right behind you, Gray.’ I pull out when my balls tighten, cock pulsing almost rhythmically as my orgasm takes over, rushing through my veins, filling me with an overwhelming sense of knee-locking pleasure. I coat her stomach in strings of white and let her name drip from my tongue over and over again.
I didn’t realize my eyes were shut until I open them and see a lazy grin on Gracie’s lips. She stares up at me, eyes half-lidded, utterly spent. My expression matches hers as I roll off the bed and pick up my discarded shirt off the floor.
“Ew, Ty.” She scrunches her nose but makes no effort to stop me when I use it to wipe the cum off of her stomach.
“What? All of our towels are still in boxes.” I grin and slide back into bed. She’s taken into my arms the second I turn on my side.
‘It’s too early for bed,’ she giggles, but snuggles into me further, head tucked beneath my chin.
‘It’s never too early for a nap, though. And I’m pretty tired. Your pussy is an energy sucker, baby.’
My eyes close but I can feel her shaking her head. I wait for her to say something else but she stays silent, and I take that as my sign to let myself fall into what I hope will be a very restorative sleep.