26. Then
TWENTY-SIX
then
Grayson was on me in a second, lunging to his feet to crush his mouth into mine.
He hauled me up against his hot, naked torso and bent my legs around his waist. Surprised, I bit his lip harder than usual, and he growled. The low sound vibrated through me, pooling between my thighs.
With almost no effort, he carried me through his apartment until we reached the bed. He set me on the edge, and for a moment, I wondered if I’d have been better on the couch. I hadn’t gotten around to my bed-related issues …
But then, he dropped his pants.
And every synapse in my mind sizzled to a crisp.
Oh my …
There could be no man more beautiful than Gray. In the light, everything the dim broom closet had hidden was visible. His long, thick legs; the outline of his powerful quad muscles; the V carved between his hips, pointing right to his perfect penis.
And he was so hard . Visible veins throbbed up his shaft. When he stepped toward me, the thick length bobbed along with his balls. My mouth watered, and I swallowed loudly, following the lines of his torso up to his heaving chest. And then, finally, his gorgeous face, set in severe lines.
His voice rasped when he spoke. “Take off your underwear and lie back on the bed so I can look at you.”
Gray got bossy when he was aroused. His calm authority sent another swell of desire through me. My nipples hardened while I pulled the bra over my head. His eyes drank me in, slowly roaming over each of my breasts before he pointedly glanced at my panties.
“ All of it.”
I felt weirdly nervous for him to see me up close, in the light. No one else ever had, myself included. Suddenly, I wished I’d taken Maggie up on her offer to introduce me to her waxer...
I expected Gray to come for me the second my panties hit the floor. Instead, he loomed over the foot of the bed with hot, hungry eyes. When his hand gripped his cock and started stroking it, I gasped.
“Sorry,” he said with a wolfish, distinctly unapologetic smile. “I’ve been thinking about this exact view every time I touched myself for weeks.”
My mouth went slack. He was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. And he thought about… me ?
Blood thrummed through my ears, pounding in rhythm with my throbbing clit. I pressed my legs together, trying to find some relief. Gray tilted his head, regarding me with his heated stare .
“Tell me what you think about,” he rasped, rubbing the broad head of his dick. “What gets you off when you touch yourself?”
I hadn’t done anything of the sort since that night at the fraternity. Swallowing my tongue, I shook my head. “I don’t—um?—”
That stopped him in his tracks. He froze for a second, staring at me. Then his hands fell away from his body and reached for my ankles.
He gently pulled me to the edge of his mattress and kneeled. His eyes glowed up at me, snapping with verdant fire. “I’m going to give you something to think about, okay?”
Before I could speak, Gray stretched up and kissed me with slow tenderness, as if we had all the time in the world. As if I wasn’t pulsing for him. He ran both hands through my hair, trailing them all the way down to my waist, then over my sides, my hips, my thighs, until my entire body tingled.
When he finally pressed my legs open, I understood what he wanted. Hot color flooded my face, and I bit my lip, torn between raging desire and a slicing sense of shame.
“I want this,” he told me, more solemn than ever as he lightly trailed his fingers over my pussy. His gaze snapped back to mine. “Okay?” he asked again, demanding an answer.
I managed a slight nod as my throat dried. “Yes.”
Gray stroked my cheek sweetly, soothing some of my anxiety. His gaze softened. “You can lay back and relax… or watch if you want.”
Then he bent forward and slicked his lips right over my clit. A startled sound leaped from my throat, and he rubbed his strong hands over both of my bare thighs, gentling me.
“You blush here, too,” he murmured, letting the words vibrate against my overheated skin. “You’re so damn beautiful, Ellie.”
So was he. The sight of his broad, golden shoulders and dark head between my legs sent a woozy rush through my head. I nearly swooned when he s kimmed his lips lower and touched his tongue to my entrance.
“Gray,” I cried, shaking as he plunged his tongue into me.
My body tried to writhe, but he gripped my hips to position me while his wicked mouth licked and sucked me with a hunger that left me weak. He started a pattern, slowly unraveling me—shallow thrusts into my pussy, then one long lick up to my clit, which he lavished until I was on the edge of coming before sliding back down again. After his seventh circuit, I thought I’d die if he didn’t let me finish.
“Gray,” I keened, grinding myself against his tongue. I couldn’t take it, feeling emptier every time his tongue teased my slit. “I need you. I want you—now.”
Another one of his growls reverberated through me. A second later, when he tilted his head and sealed his lips around my clit, I shattered. Every cord pulled taut in my core burst into waves of bliss.
He continued anyway, giving me the perfect mix of suction and pressure, swirling his tongue to tirelessly draw out my orgasm until I collapsed onto the bed with pinpricks of light dancing behind my eyelids.
When I came to, I felt soft kisses on my belly. Gray nuzzled his face into my naked stomach, groaning softly. “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. And you taste like heaven. I’ve never been so hard.”
I was still panting. “Then take me.”
With no further prompting, he stood and walked around the side of the bed to his nightstand. The sight of his cock curving upward made me ache all over again. The throbbing in my clit had subsided, but I felt emptier than ever.
After placing a condom on the table, he sat with his back to the black iron headboard and met my gaze. “How’s this?” he asked, referring to his position.
White-hot longing burned in my chest. He looked like a dream—his muscled body , naked and laid out for me. His dick huge and hard and slick from wanting me so badly.
I crawled over to him and reached for the Trojan, desperate to feel him inside me. Kneeling between his thighs, I unwrapped the rubber and slid it down his impressive length.
He surprised me by snatching my hips and pulling me into place. I hovered there for a moment, watching him.
His jaw was tight, his eyes glinting hungrily. Clearly on the brink of losing control. But when our eyes met, his gaze warmed. He leaned forward to press his forehead into mine, putting us face-to-face and running his fingers down my arms before lifting them to his shoulders.
Any residual hesitation lurking in the back of my head vanished. In one movement, I sank down.
A loud, broken groan sloughed out of him while I keened breathlessly. Gray flexed his hands on my hips, thrusting deeper.
Pleasure and pain swirled inside of me. The girth of his cock instantly quashed my empty ache, but he was so thick . I was gasping before I’d even taken all of him.
For a second, I worried that the bite of discomfort would trigger me. But all I had to do was look at Gray’s face and the past fell away.
His wild eyes burned while he watched me move over him. Every time I dropped down, an agonized sound of ecstasy tore from his throat.
I rocked my hips tentatively at first, not sure how best to accommodate his length. The more I moved, though, the more the pleasure overrode the soreness.
Gray shook when he hit the end of me, grunting. “ Fuck . You feel so good.”
His gruff tone made me clench around him. His eyes flashed as he spoke again, urging me on. “Yes, baby. Look at the perfect way you ride my cock. You’re such a good girl.”
I moved faster, crying out from his dirty praise and the pleasure of his wide length sliding in and out of me .
He tilted his hips to rub a spot I’d never felt before. Tension built low in my belly, stretched tight, desperate for another release. It made me lose my rhythm, but he didn’t care. His hands guided my hips while he rubbed the crown of his cock against the same ridge with every thrust. I tangled my fingers into the thick, dark hair at the back of his neck and pulled.
“Jesus. That’s my girl.” He bucked his hips harder and reached his hand between us to stroke my clit with his thumb.
Dizzying heat blossomed over my body. The pounding pressure was so much stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down harder .
“Gray,” I murmured, frantic. “You’re going to make me come again.”
He made a rough noise and caught my lips with his, ravaging me with a deep, sloppy kiss, spilling panted praises into my mouth. Our tongues slid together while our bodies strained to get closer. He held onto me with one hand, using the other to press his thumb onto my clit. At the same moment, his thick head rubbed the secret spot he kept stroking.
The tension inside of me finally popped, pushing a hot flood of pleasure through my veins. I moaned into his mouth. While his guttural growl filled the room, the walls of my pussy spasmed around his solid length.
“ Ah , God. Ellie .”
His cock swelled and throbbed inside of me, his body going rigid. I bent forward and ran my lips over his sweat-slicked shoulder while he jerked, falling over the edge.
One breathless moment later, Gray gently pulled my hair to tilt my head. Hiding his face against my neck, he whispered my name with tender reverence that would have melted me if I wasn’t already a puddle. I held him closer, wondering if he’d pull back. Instead, he nestled into my shoulder, relishing the contact while we both dragged air into our lungs.
After a few moments, he straightened, putting us eye-to-eye. I cupped his jaw in my han ds, unable to stop myself from tracing the sculpted planes of his face.
His gaze burned, full of fervor and concern. “Are you okay?”
Gratitude formed a lump in my throat. My vision swam while I stared back for a long moment, half sure I’d imagined him.
“It was amazing,” I whispered.
He leaned his face into my palm, closing his eyes while he let out a deep breath. “ You’re amazing,” he said quietly, winding his arms around me.
A poignant silence swelled to fill the room. Emotion swamped me, filling my throat until I was sure I would cry. Gray held me tighter at the exact moment I tightened my grasp on him.
Eventually, he guided my head to his shoulder, tucking me close again. We stayed like that for a while, with his hands roaming my back and my head resting against him.
After a few minutes, it hit me: I did it. I had sex with Gray because I wanted to, and he wanted me. And it was incredible. Which meant there was no reason we couldn’t be together.
Overjoyed, I leaned back to grin at him. “Can we do that again?”
Gray’s deep, gruff laughter filled the space between us, chasing away the disquiet. He raised one dark brow at me. “Liked that, huh?”
When I gave an enthusiastic nod, his cocky grin melted away. He traced his smoldering gaze over my lips, my cheek, my eyes. “I did, too,” he whispered.
Gray took hold of my jaw and sealed his lips over mine. The long, slow kiss warmed my bones.
When he broke away, the smug smile returned. “We’re going to need a new condom if we want to go again. Maybe some water to rehydrate. And possibly another brownie.”
I moved to get off him, but his hands stilled me before I got too far. “In a minute,” he whispered, sinking down to put us both on our sides. He pressed me into him and burrowed his face into my hair. “I’m going to hold you first.”