Range (The Grey List #7)

Prologue

“Shit, girl.”

Kason’s grip loosened on my breast. His right hand lowered, joining his left around my waist.

I dug my toes into the bed. My cream polish matched the sheets beneath them. My palms pressed against his chest, stabilizing me.

“Mmmmmm.”

I lifted my frame on his six-and-a-half-inch tool. Still, my remnants covered him, making my descent effortless.

Rewarding.

Seamless.

Painless.

Uncomplicated.

Just as we were.

“Uhhhhh.”

I’d reached the final climb. I was peaking rapidly, though each stroke of my body was calculated, unrushed. Our connectedness was the culprit.

Kason felt like a cold glass of water on a scorching beach with burning sand. He resembled one as well.

Tall.

Brown.

Lean.

Well-groomed.

Financially akin.

“Fuck. Fuck, baby,” he panted, hands tightening around me.

I contracted around him.

“Rang–”

My peak was near. I shifted my gaze, planting my eyes on Kason’s. My body lifted and fell continuously.

Wrinkle lines creased his forehead. His core stiffened.

He’s unreal.

God had been generous with his beauty.

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

Breathlessly, I ground into him, my hips feeling like anchors keeping me close to shore. With each stroke, my legs weakened, and my heart rate increased by beats per minute. Victory was in the vicinity.

“Fuck me.”

His obedience was palatable. I felt him driving into me from underneath, connecting with the back of my thighs with each lunge forward.

“Yesss. Yesss. Yesssss.”

I glared at the handsome man before me, silently encouraging him to push me over the edge. I was so close. Too close.

“Ahhhhhhh, yesssss. I’m cumming.”

Everything blackened. My pricked skin roughened with fine, painful bumps. There was a stirring in my center that flipped the switch of my consciousness, leaving me partially dazed and confused.

Behind my eyelids was half of the solar system. Twinkling stars reminded me that light existed–that I existed. The line between fact and fiction was thin enough to be sliced with a butter knife.

“Ohhhhhhh, Kason.”

My spine arched as my legs widened. I couldn’t pinpoint when my body had fallen onto the sheets or when Kason had claimed his throne so graciously, but my submission was effortless.

I gathered the strength of a woman determined to prove the world wrong and cupped the top of his head. The increased pressure against my clitoris forced warm air from my nostrils. My muscles tightened all over.

“Oh fuck– oh fuck.”

Kason didn’t believe in fairness. His actions made it obvious. I had yet to be grounded from my catapult into space. Yet his tongue was against me. His fingers were inside of me. His fingertips were against my sensitive spot. And, his mind was set on turning on my internal sprinkler.

“Kasssssoooon.”

“Let it go, Range. Let it go.”

Softly.

Kindly.

Gently, he requested my surrender. I was stubborn with my climax, but it was inevitable.

“Kas— oh— fuuuuuuu–”

“Let it go, baby.”

“Mmmm.”

Though prolonged, the first jolt of my body nearly paralyzed my limbs. I stiffened. My line of vision blurred as tears swelled in my eyes.

The quiet came, silencing my cries. Movement was unattainable. Vocabulary ceased to exist. So was my sanity.

The storm followed. Like thunder, the contractions shook my core each time they made their presence known. My cloud released an overflow of built-up frustration, stress, worry, wonder, contemplation, deprivation, grief, solitude, strife, and sexual tension.

“Um hm. That’s it, Range.”

An evident stream of Kason’s skill set sprang into the air.

“Mmmmmm fucccccc–”

The liberation from the tightness in my belly and the sensitivity of my vulva couldn’t be properly explained to a virgin woman or a woman who hadn’t experienced such intensity from a man’s touch. It was unearthing. It was overwhelming. It was a complete undertaking.

Simultaneously, it was emancipating and consuming. Pleasure, as awakening as it was, muddied your thoughts and delayed judgment. It didn’t allow you to think with a clear head or unbiased opinion about anything concerning or surrounding the person responsible for your pleasure.

But I’d been taught better.

I knew better.

And I moved accordingly.

My inclination was blissful. It soiled everything beneath me.

“Kason,” I begged, “Please.”

His lips touched mine. Hungrily, he sucked my tongue into his warmth. Our bodies moved in sync, changing positions as we made music with our mouths.

The ringing in my ears subsided as Kason cut away from me. He pushed my body onto the bed and parted my legs with his.

“Arch that back, Range,” he demanded. “Arch that back for me, baby.”

I deepened the curve in my spine, just above my ass cheeks. Cool air greeted my backside, sending a chill up my body.

My agony was brief. Kason filled me again. I heated instantly. Flames surrounded me. Surrounded us.

“Shit.”

He was talkative in bed. As a woman who appreciated verbal validation and affirmations, I was grateful for his loosened lips. They pushed me beyond my limits. They soothed parts of me that needed something I couldn’t give.

And I loved that.

I loved him.

I loved almost everything about him.

“You’re soaking. You’re fucking soa– Fuck, baby.”

He pushed into me. I slid backward. Our bodies met, forming a rhythm of their own. My damp skin stuck to his every time our bodies collided.

“Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhh.”

The moment was proof that perfection existed.

“Pussy so good, baby,” Kason groaned. “So fucking good.”

Each syllable extracted more honey from my pot. I was a sloppy mess.

Pathetic even.

Soaking.

Dripping wet.

“Too fucking good.”

Kason’s strokes quickened. His hand wadded my hair and pulled gently. My arch hardly existed anymore. He gripped my neck with the other hand and brought my face close enough to press his lips against mine.

He tasted like me.

Wildly.

Unashamed.

Uncontrollable.

I allowed my body to manifest its own victory as we kissed.

“I’m ’bout to nut,” Kason whispered into my mouth. “I’m about to nut.”

Swiftly, I slid off his tool and sat on the bed. He was still on his knees. I pushed my hair behind my ears and came face-to-face with his gloriousness. He was a beauty.

Completely.

From his head to his toes.

But his dick was the star of his show.

I took him into my mouth. My neck snaked.

Backward and then forward.

“Oh fuck, baby. I’m ’bout to nut.”

He stiffened in my mouth, signaling his climax. I removed him slowly and lowered my back onto the bed.

“Right here,” I begged, “Right here.”

I bunched my breasts in the center of my chest. My nipples protruded, piercing the cool air.

Kason gripped his dick in his right hand. His eyes met mine. Silently, I dared him to lose focus. His hand drew closer. So did the tip of him.

“Right here,” I reminded him.

Semen sprang from his dick, landing right between my breasts.

“Urgh.”

There was more to come. More of his generosity. More of his markings. His secretions seeped onto my chest and near my neck.

Prepared to drive him to the point of no return, I gripped Kason’s dick and placed my mouth around his head.

“Rang– fuck– baby wai– urgh.”

I sucked the remainder of his semen from his sack, repulsed by the idea of leaving a drop behind. My head bobbed with ease. My eyes never left his.

“Please, baby,” Kason grunted. “Shit.”

Only because he’d asked nicely, I released him. Involuntarily, my lips curved into a smirk.

“You don’t play fair,” he claimed, leaning forward.

He pecked my lips, attempting to distract me from his intrusion into my sacred place.

“Neee– uhhhhh. Kason.”

“Kason, what?”

“Please.”

“Please what?” He asked, pulling forward with his hands deep inside of me.

He knew my body well. Too well.

“You want me to stop?” He asked.

I shook my head, admitting that I was fond of the mounting pleasure.

“Then quiet down and cum for me.”

He silenced me with a kiss.

Long.

Deep.

Passionate.

Arousing.

I closed my eyes, anticipating the moment that would send me into another stratosphere. It was upon me. The quivering of my legs was signifying.

“Mmmmm. Mmm. K–” I moaned into his mouth.

He kissed me harder.

Longer.

Deeper.

“Uh.”

There they were again. The stars. The moon. The darkness. It bathed me in its uncertainty. It clothed me with its coolness.

Kason’s hands and mouth and tongue and chest provided warmth, bringing me back to life.

Weakened limbs lifted from the sheets. On quivering limbs, I stalked the kitchen, body free of threads. Liberation was such a complicated and addictive concept. However, we were well-acquainted.

Warm lights welcomed me, another one glowing with each step I made. Floor-to-ceiling glass offered the neighbors a glimpse of my bareness. The possibility of spectators wasn’t concerning. Their angle was. Their visual. Secretly, I hoped their view satisfied the best parts of them.

The coolness of the wooden planks lowered my body’s temperature. My large, round nipples hardened like small stones. Stickiness kept my thighs close.

I pulled the gold handle of the cabinet, exposing Kason’s glassware. Cautious with my choice, I stared at the grand selection. The sleek, incredibly sexy, and simple twelve-ounce cylinder stole my attention and failed to release it.

I slid it from the cabinet and held it underneath the automated hydrant. Warm water flowed into it. I rinsed it well before blotting it with a paper towel.

The low hum of Kason’s appliances lulled me to a quieter place. Paper towel and glass in my hand, I gazed out into the openness of his condominium. Past the minimalistic furniture was Clarke’s skyline.

Subtle but bold.

Dark but light.

Quiet but noisy.

Calm but busy.

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth. The nights I’d dreamt of returning to the city that had made me rolled around in my head. St. Catana was paradise, but Clarke was home. Their beauty was incomparable, but it didn’t stop me from trying.

In the end, Clarke had my heart. St. Catana housed it.

Teddy.

Rhea.

Jru.

Ege–

“Boo,” Kason whispered.