Chapter 10
GRAYSON
Jill’s small gasp fuels the prowling beast inside of me when I smash my mouth to hers. Her lips are wet, still smeared with my cum, but right now, that’s only proof of just how mine she’s going to be by the end of the night.
Her ability to fall into this submissive role has me more twisted inside than I’ve ever been.
I’ve always had a small inkling that she would enjoy playing like this, but it’s not like I could have come out and asked her.
It was a mix of hope and little tidbits I’d picked up about her personality these last few years.
None of my dreams have compared to reality.
And now, I need more. I crave it, and I won’t stop until I’ve made her throat hoarse and pussy sore to the point I’ll need to soothe her aches. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into with me, but I’m happy to show her. One thick inch at a time.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, working my way back onto the bed.
Moving to hover over her, I dig my knees into the mattress and lower a hand to my shaft, stroking myself. I’m still so fucking hard, which isn’t surprising. With Jill, I fear I’ll never be soft again.
She swallows, not out of fear, but excitement.
Her eyes are too bright for it to be terror making her nervous.
The longer I keep her waiting, the more antsy she becomes.
She digs her fingers into the sheets and shifts her lower body, licking her lips.
The deep pink flush working from her stomach up between her breasts and to the column of her throat draws a rough groan from my chest. The sheen of cum on her skin glistens in the soft light, making it hard to look away.
“Answer me, baby,” I murmur.
“Yes.”
I arch a brow, waiting. “That’s close. Yes what?”
Her thighs are still parted, allowing me an unrestricted view of where she’s dripping clear rivulets of arousal onto the sheets.
I swipe my tongue across my lips and scoop up her knee, guiding it toward her chest. She shivers, toes flexing from such a simple movement.
My mouth curves as I repeat the motion and press both of her knees to her chest.
“I’m ready,” she whines, inhaling sharply.
“Yes, you are.”
Hitching forward, I run my tip through her lower lips, parting them slowly.
Back and forth, I get myself slicked up, teasing her entrance every few glides.
The first press inside of her has my vision narrowing.
I pop back out and grit my teeth to calm myself.
After this long, I refuse to rush with her.
“Please, Grayson,” she whispers, lifting her hips when I hesitate. “I want it. I want this.”
My voice is strangled and raw. “How badly?”
“More than anything. I need you.”
I puff out a breath and steel myself, pressing inside again. “I’ll give you anything you want. Always, Jill. Everything is yours.”
And then I’m pressing forward. One inch, then two, and three, I watch her pussy suck me inside, stretching and leaking.
Her mewl of pleasure lights me up, encouraging me to continue moving.
I pull out after working halfway inside, and she reaches for me, circling my forearm with dainty fingers.
She nods, gnawing on her bottom lip, her lipstick from earlier smeared far across her face.
“How much more?”
I swallow, dropping to a lowered forearm. The move brings us so close, my lips meeting her jawline. “Plenty.”
In a blink, I’m shoving her full. Her wetness coats my groin as I roll forward with my shaft buried inside and nip at her neck, groaning.
She cries out, curling a hand around my neck and yanking me until our lips meet.
It’s not soft and sweet. Our mouths clash in a flash of teeth and savage grunts.
I’m swallowing her pleasure as it flows, hungrier than I’ve ever been.
The prick of her nails up my side has me jerking, then thrusting faster, harder. My balls smack her ass before I do it again, drawing something too similar to a scream from her chest. Her eyes can’t focus on one part of me and continue darting up and down my body, stealing peeks wherever she can.
“Ah!” she whines when I tilt my hips and press my cock higher.
I roll my jaw, desperate to find some semblance of control here. “Right there?”
“Yes . . . yes! Oh, God—Grayson . . .” she slurs, jerking her hips in time with my thrusts, trying to fuck me just as hard as I’m fucking her. “Keep doing that!”
“I’m not going to stop,” I swear roughly.
It’s a promise to the both of us. She’s already so damn snug around me, but the more I move, the tighter she’s growing. Her pussy’s clamping around me, and I’m too close to coming already. It’s too fast. Still, I can’t stop.
I drop my hand between her legs and find her clit, rolling it beneath my thumb.
She bucks harder against me, moaning as I continue to slam inside of her, driving us both to insanity.
Without thinking twice, I lean back on my knees and take her legs in my hands, curving them around my waist. Her throat is hot beneath my palm when I grab it and squeeze.
The new angle drives me even deeper inside of her.
Her eyes blow as wide as her lips as she claws at my forearm but makes no move to pull my hand from her throat.
I keep it there, squeezing just enough to tease her airway while I ram into her, tasting the climax that’s threatening to boil over inside of me.
“Come, Jill. I want to feel this perfect pussy strangle my cock. Fucking soak me and squeeze the cum from my balls.” I strain for more power as I drop my head forward and watch where we connect, my thick shaft stretching that wet, swollen cunt wide.
“I want my cum in your womb. Want it dripping out only so I can shove it right back in and keep it there for days. Give that to me, baby. Right now!”
I lift my gaze just in time. The complete rapture in her expression would have been enough on its own, but when she yanks my head down and kisses me while she comes, I explode.
One moment, I’m in this hotel room, and the next, I’m somewhere else.
I’m floating, reality crumbling before I’m tossed back down.
My pleasure is sharp and biting but stronger than I’ve ever felt.
“Take it,” I growl, unloading deep inside her fluttering walls.
By the time I’ve slowed, cum is already leaking from her and down my shaft, wasted on the sheets.
Something animalistic snarls in my chest before I pull free and drop to my stomach with her legs over my shoulders.
Jill whimpers when I glide my tongue up her swollen, red pussy.
After a few more licks, she relaxes, sighing softly now.
“Grayson,” she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair. It’s gentle, more reassuring than an attempt to push me away. “You don’t have to . . .”
“Have to what? Clean you up? Yes, I do, baby. This is what you deserve.”
I spread her with my fingers and circle her entrance, keeping my eyes on her reaction.
A slow trickle of cum meets my tongue before I press it inside, scooping it up only to push it back where I want it.
Her lashes lower as she hums softly, scratching at my scalp.
The muscles in her thighs quiver and strain, but she keeps them in place.
“You taste like heaven, Jill. We do.”
“I’ve never had anyone do that after sex,” she admits on a gasp.
“Good. This is only for me.”
Her chin dips before her eyes close. I let her, not needing her to watch me this time.
Every dip of my tongue is rewarded with a soft, pleasured noise.
Everything she’s giving me is more than enough.
That’s why I keep going. I run my tongue through her slit to her clit and then gently suck.
She rolls her head to the side and shakes, close already.
I don’t stop until she’s coming again, soaking my mouth for a second time tonight.
With my lips wet, I kiss her inner thigh, wishing I’d left a few marks behind before devouring her. She shifts her hand to my neck and tugs, guiding me up her body. I go willingly, too desperate for her touch to dare rejecting it, even if I still haven’t gotten my fill of her.
“Did I hurt you?” I whisper once we’re face to face again.
“No.”
I nod, brushing my nose along her jaw before kissing the underside. “Good. How are your wrists?”
“I’m fine, Grayson. More than, actually.”
There’s nothing but honesty in her tone, so I choose to believe her. Despite everything she’s learned about me tonight, she’s still here, completely laxing in the bed we could share tonight. If she’ll have me, of course.
“We should shower,” I say, hovering above her, the tips of our noses touching.
Her lips quirk. “Is that your way of asking if I want to have a shower with you?”
“Would you say yes?”
“That depends.”
“On?” I ask, not bothering to hide my desperation.
Not after letting her stare into the face of it tonight.
“How good are you at washing hair? I think my muscles are too noodle-like to attempt that, and I’ve got so much hairspray in it right now.”
In a blink, I’m off the bed and reaching for her.
I pull her relaxed, tired body into my arms and carry her through the room, grinning from ear to ear.
She’s staring up at me with a similar smile, and that .
. . that ruins me. I want to see this glitter in her eyes all the time and know that I’m the one who put it there.
“I’ve got a degree in hair washing,” I tell her while kicking the bathroom door wide open.
She reaches past my shoulder to flick the light on. “Oh? And where did you get that elusive degree?”
“How about I just prove my skills to you?”
“Mmm, I guess that could work,” she teases, already wiggling in my arms.
I set her down on her feet and reach into the shower to crank on the water. With my fingers beneath the stream, I wait for it to get hot before pulling back and twisting to face her. Of course, she’s still naked, but I fall frozen again, unable to keep from staring like a fool.
I’ve always considered her tall, but standing here in front of me now, she doesn’t seem it anymore.
I tower over her despite her height, but the longer I stand here, the more I wish I were on my knees looking up.
Worshipping at the altar of a woman so beautiful it almost hurts to look at her in this proximity.
I feel unworthy, but that doesn’t stop me from keeping her right here, close enough to smell the lingering scent of her perfume mixed with sweat and me.
Her nipples are hard, pointing straight at me as I prowl closer and then crouch just enough to slide my hands around her thighs. With a simple move, I’ve got her in my arms again.
“This isn’t the easiest position to wash my hair,” she whispers, pressing close, her breasts brushing my chest.
I smirk, teasing her lips with my words. “I’ve got other things I want to do to you first.”
And not a single one of them includes shampoo.