Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Roxy
I squeal as I reach for anything, which ends up being Gray’s ass. Fuck. This man has a great ass. Gray is tall. I know this because I’m not exactly short and he towers over me by a good five inches at least.
When we’re in his bedroom, he slowly lets me slide down his body. We stand chest to chest, our breaths coming out ragged as we look at each other.
“Is this actually happening?” I ask because my mind has gone blank, and I don’t know what else to say.
“It is so fucking happening,” he says in a strained voice as if he’s holding back.
All of a sudden, I’m feeling…bashful.
“What?” Gray asks, his hand coming up to grip my chin, keeping me from looking away.
“I…wasn’t planning on doing this today,” I admit.
“So?” he says as his brows furrow.
My cheeks heat. “I…I mean, normally if I was going to hook up with someone, I’d get waxed, bring condoms, you know…all the stuff.”
Gray leans down and presses a kiss to my jaw, my neck, and then my clavicle. “Roxy, do you think I care about any of that?”
“Uh, you should care about that condom part,” I say with a moan as he nips my shoulder after sliding my dress strap off it.
“I have some,” he says, motioning to a nightstand while continuing to kiss a path down my chest to my right breast.
“Oh.” I’m silent because now I’m wondering how often he hooks up with women.
As if reading my mind, he brings his face back to mine. “I bought a box to take with me to Vegas after Lydia and I broke up. Hutch, Bray, and Kasen decided I needed to let loose. Only, it felt weird, and I never ended up using any of them.”
“Don’t condoms, like, expire?” I ask.
“They’re still good. It’s been less than a year,” he explains as he presses a light kiss to my lips.
“I have an IUD. My boyfriend talked me into it. While he was cheating on me with my ex-friend,” I say dryly.
“It was with your friend? Damn! He’s an idiot,” Gray replies in between kisses. “And so is your ex-friend.”
“Yeah. They both are,” I agree, remembering all the nights I spent crying over at Tay’s apartment. I should call her tomorrow and tell her how the soft opening went. Go figure my one and only friend doesn’t even live near me anymore.
Gray spins me around and unzips my dress. I kick off my heels as the dress falls to the floor, leaving me in only a strapless bra and panties. He makes quick work of the bra. It lands on the dress.
I hear Gray’s clothes moving as he begins to unbutton his shirt. I turn. “Let me,” I insist.
His hands fall to his sides, and I slowly unbutton the remaining buttons. I take my time, wanting to savor the moment of unwrapping him as if he’s a precious gift.
I push back the white fabric. I’ve seen him in the hot tub and without his shirt on, so I know he’s gorgeous, but it’s different now that I can touch him like this. I trail my finger over his pectoral muscles that jump under my touch. Then, even more cautiously, I outline each of his abdominal muscles. How is this man so sculpted?
My fingers brush against the line of hair that disappears into his pants. I run my knuckles over the belt.
He unbuckles it and slides it out quickly and I nearly come on the spot.
“What?” he asks.
“That’s hot as fuck. Like book boyfriend hot,” I state.
“Taking off my belt is hot?” he questions.
I nod and grin. “Very hot.”
“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” he says as he unzips his pants. He pushes them down and takes his socks and shoes off, leaving us both only in our underwear.
“Are we still faking?” I whisper because I need to be certain. I’m catching feelings for this man, and I need to protect myself.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promises. Shit. How is Gray so inside my head?
I blow out a breath. “Answer the question, Gray.”
He takes my hand and places it over his heart. I feel the thudding beneath his skin. “Does this feel fake?”
I swallow hard and shake my head. “No.”
Then, he moves my hand down, sliding our hands beneath the band of his underwear. His fingers intertwine with mine as we grip his erection. “Does this feel fake?”
I roll my eyes at him. “No, but that has nothing to do with faking a relationship.”
He leans in and kisses me again. A full soul-shattering kiss that takes my breath away. When he pulls back abruptly, I lean forward, wanting more.
“Does that feel fake?” he says in a raspy voice.
I shake my head again because this time, I’m too stunned to speak.
“Nothing about this is fake anymore, Roxy. I tried. I tried not to feel anything for you. I…don’t know if I can do this properly. There’s a lot you don’t know. But I can’t fight my feelings for you anymore. I want to; God, do I want to. For your sake and mine. But I can’t. I’m not that strong,” he whispers, his eyes searching mine.
My breath comes out as a shudder this time. “I don’t want us to hurt each other.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Me either, but I don’t think that’s a promise we should make right now. There’s too much we still need to tell each other. I wish I was a stronger man. I wish I didn’t need to know what it felt like to be buried inside you.”
“Then, don’t wait,” I state because I’m losing my mind. His hands have been roaming over my naked flesh and it’s driving me insane. At this point, I’d agree to a fake relationship fuck if it meant his dick got to be inside me.
Our lips crash together and then we’re pushing each other’s underwear down before we fall onto the bed with a bounce. I scoot up to the pillows on my back and he follows as he kisses his way down my body. His nose runs along the inside of my thigh before he plants a soft kiss just above my folds.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for days,” he says as his thumbs separate my most intimate skin and his tongue circles my clit. My head falls back against the pillows as I moan.
His tongue is soon accompanied by one finger and then two. The man is straight-up playing me like one of his instruments and damn him if he isn’t a fucking maestro.
My hands involuntarily find his head as my hips rise off the bed, seeking more, needing more. He presses a hand on my hip to keep me flat as his tongue licks around where his fingers penetrate me and then back up to my clit. As he pulses it against my bundle of nerves and his fingers curl deep inside, I feel myself start to unravel.
“Don’t stop,” I command, my hands gripping his head tightly. “Please, don’t stop.”
As much as I pegged Grayson Porter as a “never take a command” type of alpha male, he surprises me and continues doing exactly what I need him to do. It takes less than thirty seconds for me to detonate around his fingers. He slows his movements until he’s still. He leaves his fingers inside me for a long moment. When I open my eyes, he’s watching where his fingers are. Finally, he pulls them free and licks them clean before leaning over me and opening a drawer on his nightstand.
He tosses three condoms on the bed. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, wifey, one time is not going to be nearly enough,” he offers as he grabs one condom and rips open the foil packet.
“Let me,” I insist as I take the protection from him. He sits on his haunches between my legs and I sit up, stroking him from tip to base. He groans and closes his eyes for a brief second. Now that I can see him, all of him, I know he’s perfect. He’s tall and muscled, but not bulky. He has body hair but not too much. His dick…well, if I had an adult toy created just for me, I think I’d have it sculpted after his member because it’s literally exactly what I’d dream up as the perfect penis. It’s long, but not too long; thick, but not too thick; and shaped with just a little arc to it that I know will hit me exactly how I need it to.
I lean forward and press a kiss to the slit on the crown of his perfect dick. And then I slide my tongue down the length.
He grabs my hair at the base of my neck, and I look up at him with my lips sealed around the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Roxy. You have no idea how fucking sexy you look with your lips wrapped around me. But I need to be inside you, right now,” he growls.
I release him with a pop, and he groans. Slowly, I slide the condom down his length and lean back onto the pillow. He takes his erection in his hand and slides it up and down my wetness until I think I might burst from need. And again, as if reading my mind, he slides into me in one long stroke as we both release our breath.