Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

23. Play Date

23

play date

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | January 2, 2024

Her eyebrows shoot up and she stares incredulously.

“Where are your manners, Greyson?”

I close the distance, angling my face up,

“Forgive me. Can you please bring me your toy? I’m not done playing with you.”

She gulps audibly and freezes.

“Now,” I urge.

I smack her ass, pulling her from her thoughts.

She darts toward her room, and I don’t miss the cute giggle she lets out.

I’m going to have fun with her.

When she returns, I hand her a water bottle encouraging her to drink. She hands me a purple vibrator and I examine it. She shows me its functions and what her favorites are. I stare adoringly before picking her up and setting her back on the counter. I adorn her neck and collarbone with kisses, turning it on the lowest setting, as I ease onto her swollen clit. I take note of her body and how she reacts to me. Her back arches and I turn up the setting, a silent challenge I hope she accepts .

“More,” she begs.

I’m happy to oblige, turning the setting up two more notches. I grip her thigh to steady her as she bucks against the vibrator. I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip and dip my head, slipping her nipple into my mouth. She’s getting close when she digs her nails into my arm. I switch, twirling my tongue around her breast as I tease the other.

“Fuck,” she cries out and I smile against her.

I kiss along her chest and neck, indulging in the taste of her skin. Waiting for her to ask nicely.

She whines, “can I please come?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” I chuckle against my ear.

She bucks against the toy, chasing her climax.

“Come for me.”

An order, a statement and an offering. She surrenders with my name on her lips, and I’m grateful to witness it. The vibrations continue, and she rides them out as she comes down.

“Fuck,” she breathes with a chuckle.

“You did so good.”

She beams under my praise.

“Would you like to pick up where we left off with breakfast? Or are you itching to dismiss me?” With a raised brow, I wait for her reply.

She sighs, looking down at herself and says, “I am naked in my kitchen, but I’m still hungry. You had more to eat than I did.”

I laugh through my nose. “That is true. I’d like to fix that and get you cleaned up if you’ll let me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you tend to be a bit snippy when you’re anxious and I could expect you to kick me out any minute now, once the post orgasm clarity sets in.”

She drops her jaw in shock and scoffs.

“Greyson, I am always nice to you, but I can be snippy when I’m anxious. I’ll admit that. ”

I stare at her deadpan and argue, “You’re only nice when I’m on my knees for you.”

She covers her laugh with her hand. “What can I say? I love when you succumb to me.”

“I don’t think you could handle any more of me today.”

I hand her the water bottle, instructing her to take big gulps and not small sips like she had been.

I disappear down the hall, coming back with a towel and washcloth.

“Excuse me. Why don’t we take a tour?” Her tone is laced with sarcasm.

“I have the same apartment upstairs; I know the layout. You should come over sometime.”

I run the cloth under warm water and wring it out, surprisingly she lets me clean her up without protest. She’s quiet again, observing me. I wonder what she’s thinking. I help her off the counter and hand her the rag to finish up. I tidy up the kitchen while she cleans up and pass her a towel when she’s done.

I step into her bathroom to process what just happened. I really did just plan on us having coffee and donuts. I hadn’t expected things to escalate in that way, but I am so happy they did. Selah is incredible. She’s better than any fantasy or dream I’ve had. I stare down at the very visible erection through my sweats and shake my head.

I should take care of this and give her space.

Once she’s settled, I’ll see myself out.

I enter the kitchen and she’s dressed again, seated on a barstool eating a donut.”

“Trying to seduce me?” I ask behind her. “Because it’s working.”

She swivels on the stool to look me up and down, and she squeezes her thighs together in response.

“What about you?” she asks, motioning to my dick with her donut.

“I’d love to fill you, but you didn’t behave. ”

She sighs frustratedly.

“I’ll give you some time to think about your decision. Surely, you’ll regret it.”

I press a soft kiss to her forehead and when I pull away, I nearly shiver from the distance. I round the island to rip a note from the fridge, scribble on it, and flip it over. She watches with a wrinkled brow.

“Now, you know where to find me when you change your mind.”

And I’m certain she will change her mind.