Chapter 7
7
AINSLEY
F uck me! That’s what I’m thinking as Grayson drags me to his bedroom. As he pulls me along, I try to take in his house, but it’s hard to do as he’s practically running, and I’m almost sprinting to keep up with him. I do take note that we go upstairs and there are a few doors in the hallway as we make our way to the bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, Grayson instructs me, “Bed.” I hop up on the bed as he grabs the condoms from the drawer. There are a bunch of pillows sitting up against the headboard, at least one with the pillowcase askew. The blanket and top sheet are thrown haphazardly at the end of the bed. The sheets are really soft, like T-shirt material, and I can’t help but run not only my hands along them, but the rest of my body as well.
Before he joins me on the bed, he kicks his legs out of his pants and boxers. Once he’s completely devoid of clothing, he crawls up the bed to where I’m lying, coming on the side of me, the condom package hanging from between his teeth. His brown eyes are full of hunger and lust, like he can’t get enough of what he knows we are about to do.
He stops his head directly above my stomach and lets the package fall; I quickly snatch it up. As I’m holding it in my fingers, he puts his mouth back on the package and starts to rip it with his teeth. I hold it steady so he can get it open. Seriously hot!
Once it’s in my hands, he rips the package out of his mouth and tosses it over the side of the bed. He pushes up to his knees, runs a hand through his hair, and grabs the condom out of my fingers. And that’s when I get a good look at his erection. My hand shoots out to touch it, but he pushes it away before I can do anything to it. His dick is long, like at least seven inches, if I had to take a guess. I wouldn’t call the girth “big,” but it’s definitely not tiny either.
Before he expertly rolls the condom on to cover himself, I notice a bit of pre-cum on the tip. As if on autopilot, my tongue slowly licks my bottom lip. Oh what I wouldn’t give to lick it off.
Once he’s hidden away his goods, I focus back on his face, only to find him watching me as I ogle his junk. I give him a small smile, which he returns with one of his own. “You approve?” he asks coyly.
“It will do.”
With that, he pushes me down onto the pillows. He swings his leg around so that his legs are straddling me. Kneeling above my thighs, he squeezes his thighs together which squeezes mine in turn.
Staying in the same position, he brings his arms down to my chest and fondles my breasts in his hands.
“These are some perfect breasts. You know that right?” he asks, pinching the nipples between his thumb and finger.
“I don’t have many to compare them to, but I think they are pretty perfect myself. And of course, other guys have told me that. Although I’m sure that some of them would have said that to get into my pants.”
He shakes his head at me. “Ainsley, let’s not bring other men into the bedroom, okay?” He looks a little hurt. When I try to apologize, he puts his hand over my mouth and doesn’t let me.
To gauge his reaction, I gently bite down on his palm. He mumbles, “Cute,” and then goes back to playing with my nipples, his face hard set.
As if I wasn’t worked up enough already, the attention he is showing my boobs hypes me up even more. I feel my breathing start to quicken. And then he about does me in right there when he brings his mouth down to my left boob and takes it in his mouth. He continues to play with the other one, as his tongue does circles around my hardened nipple.
“Grayson,” I manage to moan out before my head falls completely back against the pillow and my eyes close on their own. I fist the sheets next to me because this guy knows how to use his tongue. Just thinking about his tongue on my clit, with his scruff rubbing against my leg, causes me to stop breathing for a second.
He pops my left breast out of his mouth as he makes his way over to the right one, trailing his tongue along the middle of them. I’m so tempted to interrupt him so that he can fuck me already.
As if he can read my mind, he straddles his legs wider and pushes mine open as well with one arm. Not stopping his loving of my breasts, his tip finds my clit, and he circles it a couple of times with the head. I’m blissfully aware of how little stimulation I need down there to send me soaring over the edge as my hips thrust upwards, my back arches, and my toes curl, as my orgasm hits me fast and hard. My stomach muscles tighten as the world goes black for a few seconds.
When I come down from my high, I let go of the sheets and just lay there for a few moments, soaking in the effect his body is having on mine.
He picks his head up off my chest and his lips make contact with my neck. He starts attacking it, although it’s very gentle, as he glides his dick inside, an inch at a time. As he gets further in and begins to fill me up, I pick up my head off the pillow. I place my palms on either side of his face, forcing him to look me in the eyes.
His eyes are on fire, the brown a deeper shade as he continues to enter me. In that gravelly voice, he rasps, “Holy fuck, girl.” He wipes the hair that has fallen in my face away, brushing his fingers on my sweaty forehead. I continue to hold his gaze as he pushes himself inside me. I know he’s all the way inside when his balls slap against my ass, and then just like that, he’s thrusting in and out.
I lift my hips to match him, thrust for thrust, my legs writhing underneath the weight of his body. I allow my eyes to close when for the third time within the hour, I feel myself climbing to ecstasy again. As his thumb finds my clit, his voice breaks me out of my trance when he commands, “Open your eyes. I want to watch your eyes as you come.”
They fly open, just in time for him to watch me come undone. Even though this orgasm hits just as powerfully as the others, all I can manage to do is squeak out his name. It takes all of my energy just to get that out, since my eyes are still locked on his and my body is now sated.
In a matter of seconds, his orgasm pummels through him, causing him to thrust deeper inside. My body shifts backward slightly with the movement. His eyes close as he comes, my name emanating from his lips in a moan. Carefully, he lowers his body on top of mine and just lays there for a few minutes. His labored breathing matches my own, our heartbeats slowing as we both come down from the sexual high.
After several minutes, he pulls himself out of me and quickly removes the condom, tying it off in a knot. I push myself up to a more seated position and drape the covers over my lower half, more for warmth than to conceal anything. He brings his face to mine. “I’ll be right back. You want or need anything?” he asks and then places the gentlest of kisses on my cheek.
“Some water, please,” I answer. Before letting him go, I grab his face in my hands and bring his lips to mine. I pull his bottom lip into my mouth for a few seconds and then let it go with a pop. His eyes go wild as he pushes himself off the bed.
He collects his boxers from the floor and steps into them before leaving the bedroom. I watch as he walks away. His ass is sexy, especially when naked, but even covered by the boxers.
When he’s gone, I take a visual tour of his bedroom. Despite the unmade bed, everything else in the room is neat and tidy. A fairly large TV sits atop one of the dressers. The other dresser contains a few frames of photographs. I mentally make a note to check those out later. The bed is king-sized, and I barely take up any room in it. The door to the closet, which I’m guessing is a walk-in, is just slightly ajar. Next to that, the door to the bathroom is wide-open but from my vantage point, I can’t see anything but the tiled floor. The gray curtains and shades are drawn on the two windows, both on the far wall and the one straight ahead of me. Turning my attention to the nightstand, there’s a pile of about three books, his phone charger, remotes for the TV, and a small notepad. I smile when I see my name written on the top sheet in a neat print.
I only notice Grayson is back when he clears his throat from the doorway. He’s leaning up against the doorjamb, his arms crossed across his chest, watching me. Damn is he sexy. His boxers sit low on his hips, and those abs. I want to trail my tongue along the contours of them. He’s also sporting the arm porn, especially since his arms are crossed and a bit flexed.
“Are you coming back to bed?” I ask him, hoping he hears the pleading in my voice.
He doesn’t move right away, just continues to stare at me, taking in my naked body as he does so. Finally, he starts moving in the direction of the bed. He’s got a bottle of water in one hand, and he tosses it on the bed next to me. He walks over to his dresser, opens a drawer and grabs out a T-shirt. I watch his every movement like a hawk as he comes over to the bed and climbs on. He sits on his knees, straddling my thighs again, the hunger from before now a bit more satisfied. As I’m about to ask if we are going for round two, he pulls me up off the pillows and slips the T-shirt over my head. What the fuck, I think to myself.
He takes in my pissed look. “It’s purely selfish reasons,” he begins. I soften my look a bit, just to question him. “I can’t possibly sit here with your nakedness in my face and not get hard again.”
“And getting hard is a bad thing because?”
He settles next to me and motions me to lay my head on his chest. His chest is almost bare; he’s got a little hair, but what he does have, it’s soft on my cheek. He lets what’s left of my hair out of the ponytail and entwines some locks around his fingers and tugs gently.
“Because I don’t want tonight to be all about sex,” he responds in a low voice.
Not that I needed more confirmation, but Grayson isn’t your typical guy. Comments like this confirm that for me, and it only makes me crave him even more. And not just in a sexual way, although no complaints in that department.
I run my fingers along his abs again, because clearly I just can’t get enough of them.
I realize as we lay here, this is what’s missing in my life. It’s been a long while since I’ve not only had a connection to a guy, incredible sexual chemistry, but this as well. It’s been a long time since I’ve even wanted to cuddle after sex, but with Grayson, I’d be disappointed if we skipped it.
“Grayson?” I ask cautiously.
“Yeah, darling?” he answers, as he continues to twirl my hair around his fingers.
“Don’t think I forgot that you didn’t answer my question before.”
His body tenses beneath me, and his fingers stop moving briefly, his body defying his voice when he asks, “Which question was that?”
“Have you ever been in love?”
He’s quiet for a long while, definitely several minutes. He takes a deep breath before he answers, “Yes.”
Hiding my slight disappointment, I pick my head off his chest and turn to look at him. His expression is hard to read. “You’re a man of few words. ”
“So I’ve been told,” he counters.
I lay my head back on his chest, debating whether to ask him more about his answer. I want to know more, but it’s not a topic to be discussed casually.
“Why did that guy call you Ains today?” he asks quietly. He shifts his body slightly.
Crap. I was really hoping he hadn’t heard that. I always hated that nickname, ever since Jordan started calling me it back in high school.
“Way to divert the conversation to me,” I retort, rather than answer the question.
I’m getting the sense Grayson is a man of few words—silence in a conversation doesn’t seem to bother him, as he goes silent quite often. However, I also realize that most guys would have distracted me with sex by now, rather than discuss their feelings, past history, and such, or allow me to discuss these things, though Grayson isn’t so much “discussing” stuff as asking questions.
While I have no intentions of rehashing my history with Jordan, more so than I already shared earlier, I do answer his question, somewhat hoping it will get him to open up as well.
“I’ve always hated that nickname,” I start, after taking a deep breath. “I don’t remember when he started calling me that, but no matter how many times I asked him not to, he didn’t listen. I guess some habits die hard.”
“Duly noted. Clearly you and he have a history,” he states rather than asks.
I nod. I peer back up at him. “I thought you didn’t want to bring other guys into the bedroom?” I joke.
“I don’t,” he states but the serious expression on his face doesn’t change.
Knowing we need a change of subject, I ask, “Do you cook?” His seriousness fades into something lighter.
“I do.”
“I love a man who can cook.” Realizing what I’ve just said, I quickly add, “And I love your kitchen. It’s so awesome. I mean, you’ve got the stainless steel appliances, the double ovens, the spacious granite countertops. Oh, and your pantry!”
A smile creeps onto his face. “Is it because you just want to fuck in there or are you impressed in general?”
Love how he nonchalantly asks the question. This guy gets me. “I’m pretty sure it’s a combination of the two. Have you ever…”
He cuts me off before I can finish my question. “That would be a no,” he answers emphatically. “Happy for you to be the first.” I’m giddy with excitement. “Are you always this excited about kitchens?”
“Just when they look like yours. I could do some serious damage in that kitchen downstairs. And by damage, I mean make some damn deliciousness.”
“I take it you like to cook.”
“Really?” I glower up at him. “You think I only like to cook, based on what I’ve just told you?”
“Based on your reaction upon seeing the kitchen for the first time, no. It’s more than a ‘like’ to cook,” he amends.
“Thank you. Actually, I love to cook. It sucks cooking for just myself, especially because I have to clean up after myself too, but I love to have people over for an excuse to cook.”
“What do you cook?” The way he asks the question, he’s genuinely waiting for my answer.
“The better question is what don’t I cook.”
“Cocky much?” he jeers, playfully punching my arm.
“I like to call it confident. But I’m very secure in my cooking skills.”
“I like your confidence, and not just about your cooking skills.” He’s somehow managed to sit up against the pillows, and he tugs me in closer to him. I melt into him as much as I can, especially when he places a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m glad you decided to come home with me,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Me too,” I answer truthfully. “You’re a good lay.”
Knowing what his reaction would most likely be, he pushes me off of him, flips me on my back, and hovers on top of me, supporting himself on his forearms. His face has a wild look, and it amuses me to rile him up like this.
“You really want to go there?” I nod, smirking at him. He shakes his head from side to side, muttering something under his breath. He gets his face as close to my ear as he can, and he rasps, “I’ve changed my mind. Taking sex in the pantry off the table.” With that, he pushes up off of me, gets off the bed, and starts to walk out of the room.
“I hate you,” I yell after him.
“I’m fine with that. It’s an empty threat.” His voice trails off as he gets further away from me.
When he doesn’t return in a few minutes, I kick off the covers and get myself out of the bed. If this were anyone else, I would be infuriated right now, but with Grayson? Not only am I highly turned on, I actually want him to continue to tease me. And that scares the shit out of me. This man could be my undoing.