Chapter 8
GRAYSON
My lips ache from the force of her kiss.
The pain doesn’t keep me from responding with equal force.
It excites me more than it worries me. Her passion is rippling alongside mine as I hold her tight and bring her flush to my front.
The thick, hard length of my cock pulses against the seam of my dress pants, and I make sure she can feel it against her stomach.
It’s because of her that I’m in this state—half out of my mind with the roaring need to take her.
The silky fabric of her dress is thin, leaving nothing to the imagination as I let my hands explore her body.
Dropping one behind her, I dig my teeth into her lip and smack her ass.
She gasps but can’t pull away. I keep her lip pinned and repeat the motion before rubbing where I know my handprint marks her skin.
A beat later, she manages to pull her lip free and snaps, “What was that for?”
“You pulled us from the table before I got dessert.”
“Oh, my bad. Would you have preferred I came at the table in front of everyone?”
My grin is instant, edged with every carnal emotion I can’t seem to soften. “Is that a trick question?”
“I feel like I have no idea who you are,” she says, quieter this time. Her dark eyes ping between mine as she slowly drops her hand, letting it hover in front of my chest. “I wasn’t expecting you to be . . .”
“I’ve never had the chance to show you who I really am. Nor have you asked.”
She purses her lips. “Well, you’re my boss.”
As if that’s still an excuse.
“I’m far more than that,” I declare sharply.
Her eyes narrow at the corners. The low buzz in the elevator doesn’t disappear once the doors slide open. It follows us into the hallway. I’m certain it’ll be in the hotel room, too, playing in the background while I devour her. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Beneath the dim, yellow lights in the hall, Jill faces me.
Her fingers flex and tap at her thighs as she stares, every muscle in her body coiled tight.
She’s not going to run, though. Not before she gets the chance to poke and prod at this connection that’s become so painfully obvious between us today.
I can see her thinking every potential action through that beautiful mind of hers. Does she give in or deny herself what we both know would be the best night of our lives?
Her dress shifts over her hips as she leans back onto one heeled foot and lets some of the tension in her arms melt away.
It’s impossible to keep my vision focused when all I want is to drop to my knees and hitch those toned legs over my shoulders.
Knowing she’s bare between her legs is ruining me.
She was so warm, so soft . . . and so fucking wet.
Taking one long, steady step toward her, I murmur, “I can still smell you on my fingers, Jill. I’d be able to taste your pussy the moment I slid them into my mouth, and once I go there, we won’t be turning back. The tease I got at the table wasn’t enough for me.”
Her mask wobbles. The composure she was trying to portray slips through her fingers like sand, leaving her completely exposed.
“Grayson . . .”
I don’t stop moving. With every forward step I take, she moves back.
Her chest is rising and falling fast as she pulls her hair behind her shoulders.
Our room is close, and when she steals a glance at the one we’ve just passed to take note of the number on the door, I know she’s well aware of that fact.
“Tell me not to follow you into our room, Jill. That’s the only way you stop this from happening.”
“Stop what, exactly? What is this?” she breathes out.
I close in on her now. She retreats against our door, and I keep her there, making no move to open it yet. I take her cheek in my hand and fill my other with her hair, tilting her head back. Her lips pop open, and I groan, my cock thickening.
“Explore it with me,” I plead instead of telling her what it is to me. “Don’t think about what this all means. You can do that tomorrow.”
“Easier said than do—”
My lips are on hers before she can finish.
I root through my pocket to find the room key while gliding my tongue between her already parted lips.
She moans into my mouth and claws at the front of my shirt.
I slap the key card to the door a few times before it beeps, unlocking.
I curl an arm around her back while shoving it open and forcing us inside.
Our feet tangle as we move through the room.
The door shuts with a soft click, and then we’re falling onto the bed.
I haul her up to the middle of it before digging my hand into the mattress beside her head and pressing harder into the kiss.
She’s not as shy this time. If anything, she’s just as excited as I am.
“I’m going to make you come,” I rasp over her swollen lips. She shivers beneath me and starts to unbutton my shirt. “And then I’m going to do it all over again.”
There won’t be any stopping me once I start, I know that. Not unless she tells me to. Once I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure possible from her, I’ll be ruined far worse than I already am.
“Are you going to let me, Jill?”
Her fingers slow, and her eyelids lift, exposing the swollen pupils beneath them. “Yes. Yes, you can make me come.”
I swallow a growl and lower my mouth to her throat.
The quick pulse beneath my lips is tantalizing, and I spend far longer than normal kissing and sucking at the thin skin above it before moving down her body.
She wiggles beneath me, sucking in sharp breaths while I pinch the hem of her dress and begin to drag it up her thighs.
Inch by inch, I remove the only barrier keeping me from seeing her completely naked until it falls to the floor.
I flick my eyes up to watch her reaction when my knuckles brush the length of her stomach and over the heaving swells of her round breasts.
Goosebumps pepper her skin, and I pause my undressing long enough to trace the shape of her hard nipple with my fingertip.
She gulps, her lashes fluttering. “Ohhhh . . .”
“Does that feel good?”
I do it again, watching her brown eyes spark and flood with pleasure.
She jerks her chin in a minuscule nod, and I reward her for her honesty.
Between my forefinger and thumb, I pinch her nipple and roll it ever so gently.
Her breathing turns thready, stuttered as she presses her thighs together, nearly trapping my knee between them.
She smells like expensive, flowery perfume, and I inhale heavily with my nose at her collarbone. “You’re leaving a wet spot on the bed, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Her answer comes in the form of a tight, needy whine.
My breath fans across her sternum before I suck at the side of her breast and finally allow myself to look at the naked shape of it.
My cock kicks in my pants, demanding freedom as I drag my tongue over the flushed, red nipple and then wrap my lips around it.
“Yes!” she cries out, hips jerking up.
I lower my hand between us and pry her thighs open.
With my knees digging deep into the mattress, I balance myself and add a second hand, keeping both of her legs in place while sucking her nipple.
Boundaries are something I focus on often in the bedroom, considering the kinks I’ve learned I enjoy over the years.
And with Jill, they’re more important than they’ve ever been.
That’s the only reason I release her nipple with a wet pop and hold myself back from diving down to the hot, wet paradise waiting for me.
With her hungry gaze fixated on me, I dig my fingers into her soft thighs. “I want to try something with you.”
“What is it?”
“Are you okay with being restrained?”
There’s a long, tense beat of silence as I wait for her answer. She blinks three times and worries her lip while she thinks. I let her. I’ve yet to allow my gaze to stray below her chest, even as my desire to bring her pleasure snarls at me for hesitating.
“I think so,” she whispers, wetting her lips.
“You can change your mind at any time. I won’t force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing.”
“I know.”
I know. Those two words from her are able to instill the same confidence in me as a million from anyone else.
Without wasting another moment, I release her thighs and reach for my belt.
I unbuckle it quickly and slip it free of the hoops before letting the tip of it brush her thigh on the way up to where I want it.
The cool leather leaves a trail of pebbled skin up her stomach to the base of her throat, where I leave it for a beat longer than I should.
The image of her with it wrapped around her throat flashes across my vision, taunting me.
I shake them free before I can grow distracted and circle her wrist instead.
Lifting it, I bring it over her head to rest on the pillows behind her.
I repeat the motion with her other hand, crossing them and using my belt to bind them together.
“Your trust is important to me. Please, don’t be afraid to tell me if you need to be set free.”
Her throat bulges with a swallow. “Okay.”
It takes every ounce of self-restraint inside of me to go slow now.
The further I creep down her body, the easier it would be to flip her over and bury my face in her dripping pussy.
But I need to take my time. If this is the only chance I get to have her like this, I’m going to make sure it’s perfect.
My lungs seize when I lower my eyes between her thighs. White dances across my vision as I groan and grab her knees. They’re hot against my palms as I spread them as far apart as I can before pushing them forward. The move spreads her for me, and I grind my teeth, restraint slipping.
The triangle-shaped patch of hair I felt beneath the table earlier is visible now, dark in contrast to the pink skin below it.
My mouth waters while I lower myself to my stomach and guide one finger through her swollen sex.
Fuck, it’s dripping. The glistening skin of her thighs is nothing compared to her pussy.
“You’re soaked for me, Jill,” I moan, pressing my thumb against her clit.
She presses up from the bed, chasing my touch. “More.”
I oblige. With a swirl of my finger, I tease her entrance, letting her slick the digit. Her clit throbs beneath my thumb as I continue applying pressure. “Like this?”
“More, Gray. Put a finger inside.”
There’s no resistance when I slide my finger inside her. I push it in to the knuckle and then retreat, teasing her again. She’s tight, but not enough that I worry my cock won’t fit. With a few slow glides, I stretch her enough to add a second finger, wiggling them a bit.
“Good girl. Let me stretch you, sweetheart. I’m going to get you ready for more. This first one will be quick.”
Her moan is instant. I’m not sure if it’s from the praise or the promise or both. Either way, I need to hear that sound again.
With both of my fingers inside of her, I curl them and rub her clit, quickening with every stroke.
The light in her eyes is bright enough to blind as I tap the top of her walls and press down harder on her clit.
I fixate on every twitching muscle and silent gasp that escapes her, searching for what I need.
Her brows are pinched tight together, and her knees have fallen to the mattress.
“I told you it would be fast. I’ll let you come just like this before making you work for the next one.
Take advantage of this, baby. Come when you want to because after this, I’m going to be the one who decides when this cunt gets to soak my fingers.
Let yourself come now, Jill. Be good for me,” I demand, my voice thick with the possessiveness I feel eating me alive.
Her arms lower to her front as she tries to use her hands to grab something—anything.
They’re trapped, and I can see her frustration grow as they press hard into her stomach.
I quicken my thrusting and fuck my fingers harder into her.
Her G-spot becomes my focus, and with every hard tap I give it, she crumbles further.
The wet sounds of her messy pussy fill the room, and I bite my cheek to keep from snarling in approval.
She spreads her lips around a silent scream, and I move faster, betraying every law of physics as I drive her harder into that blast of pleasure. There’s no stopping either of us. Her hips lift high off the bed, and I let her, keeping my fingers buried tight in the fluttering walls sucking at them.
“Yes, Jill. That’s a good girl,” I spit while ripping my fingers free and bringing them to her lips. She opens her mouth without needing to be told, and an electro-current of desire bashes through my chest. I drag them over her tongue. “Taste how fucking hard you just came for me.”
There’s not one ounce of hesitation in her gaze, and that’s what does it. In a blink, I’m falling back between her thighs and sealing my lips to her pussy, ready to spend the rest of my life right here.