Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

76. Selah For Breakfast

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selah for breakfast

Selah

Manhattan, NY | May 7, 2024

The sun filters in, and I blink my eyes open. Greyson’s arm is draped over me, caging me in. I lean into him and feel his erection poking my back. Flashbacks of last night are fresh in my mind, and I wiggle closer to his chest, getting poked again. A moan escapes me, and as I reach to cover my mouth, Grey grabs my hand. “Don’t hide your moans from me,” he asserts.

My panties dampen at the rumble of his voice in the morning. Still feeling his hardness jutting my back, I roll over to look at him, and there’s pure hunger in his eyes. “Happy birthday, Princess.”

I know I’m gazing at him like a lovesick teenager, but I can’t help it.

“Thanks, Daddy.”

“C’mere,” he urges, enveloping me in his arms while he peppers my forehead with soft kisses. I indulge in the attention and his scent.

“Do you mind if I take care of this?” I ask, looking down at his straining dick in his boxers .

“I do mind. Did you think I was lying when I said I didn’t want you lifting a finger today?”

“But I want to, and you’re supposed to let me have whatever I want today. Your words, not mine.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that. What do you want, baby?”

“Right now? You. Then I want breakfast and to relax with my pets today.”

“ Your pets? You’re adopting my son now?” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“I sure am.”

He leans forward, taking my chin in his hands, and says, “I will fuck you, feed you, pick up our kids, and do whatever you ask for the rest of the day. How’s that sound?”

“Whatever I ask? A girl could get used to that kind of treatment.”

“Get used to it, Sunflower.”

I lean in to meet him in a soft kiss, and as we pull apart, I lock eyes with him and whisper, “I love you.”

I still can’t believe it.

I’m in love.

“I love you, too,” he assures me, adoration in his gaze. I aim my chin up, and he steals a kiss that silences my thoughts. It’s rough and passionate—he squeezes the back of my neck, and I let out a moan as I reach out for him. I tease my fingers over his bulge, signaling how desperate I am to taste him. He growls into my mouth, and I capture it, nipping at his lip when we come up for air.

I drink him in, and I’m enraptured all over again.

Greyson loves me .

I plan to cherish this, but right now, I want to enjoy this time before our day begins. I lay back, lifting my hips to slide my panties off. His gaze sets my body on fire.

I move to toss them on the floor when I get an idea. I'm reminded of the time he threatened to gag me with my panties, and I’m intrigued. I stretch forward as if I’m going in for a kiss when I demand he opens his mouth for me. He obliges, and I ball up the panties in my hand and place them in his mouth. He feigns surprise but moans with a full mouth.

“Good boy,” I say, taking a page out of Audrey’s book, and he whimpers as he waits for my next move. I sit up on my knees and crawl down the bed, making a show of it before I settle between his legs.

I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and his dick springs free. My mouth waters at the sight. I shuffle around on the bed as I tug them off. He lifts his hips to make it easier for me, and I toss them aside.

He lays back, folding his hands behind his head. I bend over and arch my back, giving him a nice view of my curves. I wrap my hands around his dick, stroking softly as I flatten my tongue, working him into my mouth. He throws his head back as his muffled moans fill the room. My thighs become slick with arousal from how vocal he is. I love how he responds to me when I take charge. I remove my mouth and spit on his dick, stroking it with one hand and taking him deeper into my mouth. His hips jut up as he fucks my throat. I’m overwhelmed with the need to touch myself, and my core is throbbing.

I don’t fight the urge to gag because he loves it. He slows down his movements, and I take him deeper while gradually moving my lips up the shaft, sucking harder as I reach the tip. I reach down to my core to rub soft circles around my clit and moan around him. His fists ball up with the sheets, and his moans grow louder, giving me the silent praise I crave.

I remove my mouth again and twirl my tongue around his tip when I hear clattering in the kitchen. My eyes widen in shock, and I stop abruptly. Concern etches across Greyson’s face once I sit up and listen harder. “Um, baby?”

“Yes?” he attempts in a muffled response. When he hears himself, he removes the panties and holds them in his hand.

“It sounds like there’s someone in the kitchen.”

His thick brows wrinkle when he asks, “What time is it? ”

I glance over at the clock on his nightstand and see it’s 10:15 a.m .

“Oh, that’s the chef making us brunch. I told her to get here around ten,” he responds calmly, like that was a normal thing to say.

I whisper-shout, “Are you being serious right now? Grey, what chef has a damn key to your house?”

“The Elena chef, who also doubles as my best friend,” he adds matter-of-factly. His eyes rake over me, satisfied with my outfit choice. I’m only wearing a shirt, his shirt.

A devious smile stretches across his face. “Now, where were we?”

“Grey, what if she hears?”

“She isn’t going to care. Trust me. Since when do you care if someone hears, Princess? You think Estelle doesn’t hear what I do to you? She’s right next door.”

I feel myself blushing. “So that’s why she looks at you like that.”

“She hears me do filthy things to her neighbor and flirts every chance she gets.”

“Is that right? I suppose I need to work on my volume then. I’m certain she’s more experienced than me,” I say teasingly.

“You don’t need to work on anything.” He ponders, then adds, “in fact, if you’re open to feedback, I?—”

I silence him when I toss a pillow at his face.

“Okay, okay,” he says while chuckling, raising his hands in surrender. “I was just going to say I think you could benefit from making even more noise for me.”

“Sure, you were,” I answer with an eye roll.

“Are you really going to start lowering your voice when I’m inside you from now on?”

He looks at me with sad eyes and a pout to match.

“No. I don’t think I have much control over my volume when you’re touching me,” I admit.

“That’s what I thought. You like being loud for me anyway. ”

I scoff. “Now, who’s the brat?”

He winks and challenges, “Remind me how well you take me in that pretty fuckin’ mouth.”

His eyes are heated, and I’ve never been more anxious to please him.

“Put those panties back in your mouth, and we’ve got a deal.”

“I love when you boss me around,” he says before quieting himself with the panty gag.

Wet heat pools from my core as I peek over my shoulder at the door again and hear the faint music coming from the kitchen.

Fuck it.

If he says she doesn’t care, then I won’t either.

I bend down to lower my mouth on him, hollowing my cheeks and inching closer to his base. I inhale and exhale deeply as I guide him further into my throat. I bob my head up and down as my hand strokes him, watching his eyes roll back while he whimpers and moans in pleasure, praising me in a way only he can.

His grip on the sheets is unrelenting and I know he’s close. I take a second and decide I’d like to savor this moment of him relinquishing control to me.

I stop abruptly, removing my mouth and peppering kisses along his dick, trailing them over his thighs. I wear a mischievous grin, taking a play out of his book to deny his orgasm. The look on his face tells me that I’ll be paying for that later.

I can’t wait.

I climb up the bed toward him. Once I’m close enough, he grabs my hips, placing me on his lap. He guides me forward until his dick is pressed against me. I grind into him, seeking my pleasure, and I can’t help the moans that escape me.

His eyes darken as he watches me use him, pinching my nipples as my rhythm increases.

“Oh, god,” I cry out.

He encourages me silently, his chest rising and falling. I lean forward, removing the panties from his mouth, and he lets out a sigh of relief but never takes his gaze off me.

“Use me to make yourself come, baby.”

I nod in understanding and pick up my pace as I feel the sparks building in my lower back, the brink of my orgasm intensifying.

“Fuck,” I wail.

“Give it to me, Princess. You’re doing so fucking good,” he urges.

My body thrums at his praise as if it’s all I need to hear to finally let go. The wave rushes over and takes me entirely. He digs his fingers into my hips while I scream his name, then sits up and wraps his arms around me. I slump into him, catching my breath in his neck.

He rubs my back with one hand, kneading my ass with the other. He presses soft kisses across my shoulder and coos in my ear, “Such a good fucking girl.”

If I could come from words alone, that would certainly do it.

I lean back to take him in, and when our eyes meet, he greets me with a soft smile. I think back to last night, and I’m in awe of the fact that this man is not only real, but he’s mine.

“Hi,” I say softly.

“Hey.” He leans forward, placing a kiss on my nose, and I giggle in response. “You’re breathtaking. Do you know that?”

“I didn’t know that,” I state, sarcasm heavy in my tone.

“You and that mouth.” He nips at my lip playfully. “I love when you’re a brat.”

“I know.”

He slaps my ass hard enough to leave a mark, and I nuzzle into his neck and moan through it. His large hands smooth over it to soothe the sting. “I suppose I earned that,” I say, muffled against his skin.

“Sit on my face, Selah,” he orders in my ear.

“But what about breakfast?”

“Your cum on my tongue will hit the spot,” he says playfully .

My jaw drops, and I gape at him as he lays back to assume the position.

“C’mon, birthday girl,” he commands before reaching under my thighs to guide me forward, my wetness trailing across his stomach. I remove my shirt, tossing it on the floor.

He tries to pick me up and place me on him, but I argue, “Stop using your weight against me. I can climb you all by myself.”

“Then do it. Now.”

I sit up on my knees and lower myself over him, grabbing onto the headboard for leverage. I feel his breath on me and goosebumps erupt all over. I take a deep breath to prepare myself as I’ve never done this before.

He grumbles beneath me and chides, “You're hovering. I said sit on my face. I won’t tell you again.”

“But I don’t want to hurt?—”

He grips my waist and hastily seats me onto his face, stopping my argument as quickly as it began, greeting my entrance with a plunge of his tongue.

“So eager,” I taunt, repeating his earlier words, and he chuckles against my clit, sending vibrations through my body.

He devours me, and I start to lift myself off him, overwhelmed with pleasure, when he stops me by holding my thighs in place as he carries on. He moans between my legs as he consumes me.

My legs begin to shake, and I hold onto the headboard for leverage while he laps greedily at my pussy as if he hadn’t had enough of me the night before.

I don’t think he could ever get enough of me.

Nothing compares to Greyson’s tongue on me. As it swirls around my clit and flicks it, my moans and cries fill the room. Wrapping his lips around my sensitive nub, he sucks eagerly, not letting up.

“Grey, please?” I manage through shaky breaths before I sob, “please don’t fucking stop. ”

I dig my nails into the headboard and begin grinding against his face. He groans in approval and spanks me.

“Ride my face, baby. Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”

Lifting his hold on my thighs, he reaches up to tease my stiff peaks with a brush of each thumb. He pinches them hard, and I cry out in response.

My orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I succumb to it. My grip on the headboard doesn’t waver as my vision blurs and my senses heighten. When I come down, I see stars and hear my screams of pleasure.

He relentlessly feasts on me as I grind absentmindedly on his tongue. Hoping to restore my breath, I breathe deeply and try to rise up, but my legs are weak. I lean onto the headboard to relieve him, and I whine in defeat. He follows with a teasing laugh.

“Remember when you told me to stop using my weight against you? I bet you’d really appreciate it now, huh?”

I snort. “You’re a jerk. You know that?”

“I’m actually rather nice, and since you need my help, ask for it, Princess.”

I roll my eyes and ask in a seductive tone, “Would you help me, Daddy? Please?”

“That’s my good girl.”

He grunts as he lifts me up and sets me down beside him. I notice his erection, and when I return his gaze, I know I’m in for it.

“Remember when you edged me earlier? Because I do.”

I giggle. “It’s not so fun when it happens to you, is it?”

He pins me with a playful stare. “I distinctly remember you asking me if you could take care of my needs. I wanted you to bounce on my dick, but since your legs are weak, I’ll let you take a break.”

“I don’t want to take a break,” I protest. “I can handle you just fine.”

I lie on my side and scoot closer to him, arching my back until I feel him pressed against my ass. He leans in closer ‘til he’s flush against me, leaving soft kisses on my shoulders. I hold my leg up, granting him access, and I’m greeted by his hard dick slapping against my aching core.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he says as he wraps his corded arm around me, resting his hand against my soft stomach.

He slips into me, and I gasp, giving me a moment to adjust to the fullness before he starts pounding into me. His thrusts are determined, hitting the right spots as I claw for the sheets. I throw my head back and cry out for him.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulders as he drills into me, and I grind back. His other hand reaches for my neck and holds me steady. I chuckle as he applies pressure, and he hums against my skin.

“That’s my dirty fucking girl.” He pulls out and slaps himself against my pussy again before plunging back inside of me. His hand on my stomach inches down and skates across my clit. His fingers caress me, gently swirling my sensitive bud in contrast to his punishing thrusts. Pressure builds within me, and I dig my nails into his arm. “Oh my god, Grey. Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Please don’t stop,” I beg.

His grip tightens on my neck as he whispers in my ear, “I’m not stopping. Give me one more, Sunflower.” I clench around him, and I mewl into my shoulder as my body trembles in his arms.

“Fuck. I’m going to fill that pretty pussy up. Is that what you want, baby?”

“Y-yes,” I manage through heavy breaths, digging my nails deeper into him.

“That’s right, baby. Come for Daddy.”

He continues his pace, and I gasp when I reach my crescendo, arching my back into him. He roars as he spills into me our names on each other’s tongues as we descend. I collapse onto him, and he holds me tightly as we lie there, sated and lovestruck.

I shuffle around, and he scoots back to give me room to get comfortable. I shift onto my other side, and he’s staring longingly at me with admiration in his gaze.

I suddenly hear music when the aroma of brunch wafts into the room and am reminded that we are not alone and have been exceptionally loud .

I glance at the clock and see that it’s 11:30. We’ve been at it for over an hour.

Footsteps approach on the other side of the door, followed by Elena’s voice. “You’ve gone quiet, so I’m going to assume you’re all finished. Don’t step out of this room unless you’re cleaned up. I started cooking slower when I heard y’all going at it, so it’ll still be hot.”

I cover my face in embarrassment, and he cradles me into his chest.

“Don’t be shy now. I love how you receive feedback, by the way.” I slap his shoulder and bury my face deeper into him. He rubs soothing circles across my back.

“We’ll be out in ten, Elena. Thank you!” he shouts out.

“I hope you know I’m adding a fee for this,” she says, her footsteps descending.

“I’ll pay it. You know I’m good for it!”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up! I’m lonely without Clifford.”

“I miss him, too,” I say, looking up at him as I rest on his chest.

“Me too, baby. C’mon, Let’s get cleaned up,” he orders before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

We climb out of bed, and I watch him as he steps into the en-suite. I hear the sound of running water and the grumble of his voice when he emerges with a smile and something in his hand. He gushes over a new shower cap he found for me.

“It’s silk lined. Do you like it? ”

I smile up at him and think to myself how lucky I am to have found him.

“I love it, Grey. Thanks for thinking of me.”

“I always think of you,” he assures me.

“Why is that?”

“Because I love you, silly.”

He picks me up and carries me into the shower.

Turns out he was serious about me not lifting a finger today.

Once again, I’d like to thank the woman who wrote Grey.

Happy birthday to me.