Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Artio
The combination of shifting, Ray calling me a badass, and his gorgeous green eyes causes me to throw all caution out the window and attack him with my hungry mouth.
And he doesn’t stop me.
We stand in front of the speakeasy kissing until a couple walks by us, interrupting our make-out-fest. I catch my breath and pull him up against me.
“Take me home.”
Ray pulls into my driveway.
“Would you like to come in?”
“I would love to come in. Are you sure?”
“Very,” I say, squeezing his upper thigh and noting his jeans becoming tighter in the low light.
Opening my front door, I toss my purse to the side and walk in, turning to face him. He closes the door while I throw off my coat and unzip my dress. My pussy throbs, seeing his expression while he watches me strip. I continue to walk backwards down the hall, leading him to my bedroom.
At the bedroom door, I stop, standing in front of him in just my bra and panties.
His eyes keep falling to my cleavage, so I cup my tits and shake them for him.
Ray utters a low growl and dives his face into my cleavage.
I can no longer stand seeing him clothed, so I grab at his sweater to remove it.
We tumble into my bedroom, with me trying to disrobe him and Ray attempting to free my breasts from their cage. I yank his sweater halfway over his head, causing us both to fall onto my bed, laughing.
Ray stands up, wiggling his way out of the knitted contraption I created, and grins down at me.
“Is this what you wanted?” he says, and I soak in the sight of his chiseled pecs.
“Yes,” I breathe out, unhooking my bra and tossing it on the floor, “Is this what you wanted?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Within a half second, his warm mouth and tongue explore my hard nipples and his fingers find their way underneath my satin panties. When he touches my swollen lips, he groans with pleasure.
“My, you’re awfully wet down here, Artio.”
I respond by curving my pelvis up, so that he cups my pussy while inserting a couple of long fingers into me.
His nipple sucking becomes more fervent and I meet each of his finger pumps with a thrust of my hips.
I watch him take my brown nipple and suck it through his lips while giving me a wicked, sexy look.
He then allows my breast to fall out of his mouth and begins kissing my skin while he works his way down to my panties.
Ray slips his fingers out of me and slides my underwear to my ankles.
The feel of his tongue pressing against my throbbing clit makes me yelp with pleasure.
He lifts my bottom with his firm hands and treats my clitoris like it’s a popsicle.
Moaning, I arch my back, arms flailing on the bed.
My thighs clench and shake as I climax in his award-winning mouth.
Ray stands at the foot of the bed, grinning at me, and working his pants off.
I pull myself up to the pillows and watch him crawl on all fours toward me.
His hard, thick length is impossible not to notice and I cannot wait to feel it stretch me from the inside.
Seeing the hunger in his eyes, I open my legs while I hold on to my headboard.
He kneels in front of me, smacking my swollen pussy with his cock, then suddenly thrusts himself inside of me.
Ray takes my wrists, making my arms bend, and pins them down on the sides of my head. He fucks me hard, making me moan with every thrust. The fire behind his eyes sends thrilling shivers up my body. I love watching him take me like this.
Lowering down so that his face is above mine, he says with a gravelly voice, “I want you to be mine.”
“I want to be yours,” my voice comes out like a moan.
“You are mine, Artio,” Ray’s voice catches when he says this and his body shakes as he comes on top of me.
Rolling off of me, he turns his body so that he’s spooning me from behind. I wiggle my ass into him and we lie there, slowly recovering. I feel him kiss the side of my head.
“I’m yours, Artio. For as long as you want,” he whispers into my ear.
Ray is in charge of bringing Mae to the wedding, so I tell him I would meet with him at the home as well. I arrive at her room to find his grandmother sitting alone.
“Oh, my dear, you look stunning!” she says, her voice weaker than the last time we spoke.
“How are you Mae?” I ask, pulling up a chair to sit beside her.
“I am excited to see Trevor and Dom get married. Trev said he chose flowers in my favorite color, pink. Isn’t that so lovely of him?”
“That's very sweet,” I say, looking around the room. “No Ray yet?”
“No, he’s here. He’s checking out a wheelchair for me to use. I’m not as strong and steady as I once was.”
I give her frail hand a light squeeze.
“Well, you have a strong grandson who will make sure you have a fabulous time tonight, I promise.”
Right then, Ray walks into the room, pushing a wheelchair.
“Ray! Look! Your girlfriend is here. See how beautiful she looks?” Mae says, beaming up at him.
“I do see how stunning my girlfriend looks,” he responds, putting an extra emphasis on the word girlfriend, and pulling me in for a hello kiss.