Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
MARLEY
“We’re moving this to the bedroom. There’s no way I am going to take you on the couch,” Griz snarls, jerking his body away and getting to his feet.
Before I can completely comprehend what he’s saying, Griz has me in his arms. I’ve never in my life been carried in such a way. In fact, no one has ever picked me up. Not since I was a little girl, and my dad would pick me up and twirl me around.
I refuse to pay attention to the fluttering in my stomach and how dainty Griz makes me feel by holding me like this.
The moment we clear my bedroom door and get close to my bed, he lowers me to my feet.
“Strip, sweets, I wanna see all of you,” Griz states while removing his cut and toeing off his boots.
Oh my.
My eyes follow his movements as he sets his cut on my nightstand. He places the hat he seems to always have on with it. His shirt is the next to go, and I find myself struggling to breathe at the sight of his magnificent chest, bare of any hair. I knew he was fit, but I didn’t realize that under his fitted tee.
Damn, my panties which were already wet, become soaked at just the sight of him. He’s glorious, and for at least tonight . . . he’s mine.
“You’re not getting naked, Marley. I don’t want to have to rip those pretty clothes off you, baby, but I will if you don’t strip them off right now.”
A tingling shiver rushes down my spine at the husky tone of his voice.
“And if I want you to rip them off me?” I ask at the same time, reaching for the hem of my blouse.
“Sweets, you want me to ruin those pretty clothes? I’ve got no problem doing just that,” he says, hands going to his belt.
Griz’s eyes go to my chest as the shirt clears over my breasts, and I draw it over my head. Dropping it to the floor, I lift one booted foot to unzip the side. “This is only going to be a one-time thing,” I decide to inform him, letting the boot fall from my foot and doing the same to the other.
Griz’s gaze snaps back up to mine, and one of his brows cocks, giving him a cockier appearance. “Is that so?”
“It is.”
There’s no way it can be more than that. I won’t let it. This man could end up hurting me. Not just physically, if he so wished, but emotionally.
“We’ll see about that,” he says, stepping into my space, hands on my hips. Dipping his head down, Griz brushes his nose against mine. “We’ll just see about that.”
Between one breath and the next, I find myself going backward, falling onto my back.
Griz comes with me, his arms going to the buttons of my jeans. “We’ll start by seeing just how good I can make you feel.”
Wow.
“I am serious about what I said. One time, Griz. That’s it.”
Griz’s eyes flash with something I’m unsure of how to describe it. Maybe lust mixed with frustration. Or maybe both of those with determination. Yeah. That has to be it.
“We’ll see about that.”
Before I can say anything further, his lips are on mine, his tongue sliding in past my parting lips. Everything moves at the speed of lightning, yet still slow enough, I feel every touch as if it were hitting each cell in my body.
Griz uses his hands to toy with my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples. His lips break away from my mouth and he peppers one kiss after another along my jaw, down the side of my neck, between my breasts, trailing downward to my pelvis.
With his fingers at my breasts, he lowers his head even farther and slides his tongue right across my clit.
“Oh God.” My body involuntarily bucks at the simple touch of his tongue.
Griz tweaks one nipple between two fingers while lowering the fingers of his other hand down my stomach to join his tongue in tormenting me further.
With tongue and fingers, he toys with my entrance. One finger slides through the juices, dips inside, hooks, and hits just the right spot that draws a lengthy moan from my lips.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, sweets?”
“Yes,” I breathe unable to speak properly. The sensations are nearly overwhelming, but it feels oh-so good.
“Wanna feel even better?” he asks, sliding a second finger inside to join the first. “Wanna feel like you’re gonna die if you don’t have that next bite of pleasure I can give you?”
Fingers scissor inside me, touching just right, drawing a gasp from me.
“I take that as a yes.” Griz chuckles.
“Stop talking and fuck me with your tongue.”
Did that come out of my mouth?
“You want me to fuck you with my tongue, huh?” he asks, cocking a brow, eyes flashing with that lustful glint filling them.
“Yes.”
More than anything. I’d been tormented by dreams where he used his mouth on me, delivered such pleasure that I thought it could have been real. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, and I need him to give me what I wanted. What I need.
“Tell me again, baby, tell me that you want me to fuck you with my tongue. Make you fly.”
Oh my.
Holy mother of creaming orgasms, he’s going to make me do that just with those words alone. That and his fingers that are growing slicker with my juices.
“Make me fly, Graham.”
I barely get those words out before he goes about doing just that.
Griz devours me and drives me to the edge over and over again. Yet, when I thought my release would come, he changed tactics. Whimpering and thrashing, it’s all I can do to keep from begging him to stop tormenting me. If I did that, he might stop altogether, and I didn’t want him to. I want . . . no . . . I need more of him.
Him inside me.
Moving, filling me deep with his cock.
With each touch, he’s taking a part of me, and I didn’t think it was possible.
It’s all I can do to keep from allowing him to take it all.
It’s only one night.
It can’t be anything more than that.
I lose count of the times he brings me to the edge. I want to scream in frustration. I want to beg him to keep going. To let me come. To fuck me. Hard. Deep. I just want him to give it all to me once and for all.
“So fuckin’ sweet, Marley,” Griz murmurs. He lifts just enough to look up and meet my gaze. His fingers toy lazily with my pussy. “I could eat your pussy, all day long and never get enough, sweets, but gotta admit, my cock wants inside your sweet heat. It’s hard enough to pound nails. I don’t think any bitch has ever gotten me this hard, baby.”
“Did you just call me a bitch?” I ask, panting slightly.
“No, baby, I didn’t call you a bitch.” He grins, laps at my entrance, and pulls his fingers out. He lifts his body over mine. Face dipping down for him to kiss the tip of my nose, “Said no bitch has ever gotten me as hard as you’ve got me right now.”
Oh my.
Well, okay, then.
“Now, I’m gonna fuck you, Marley, and you’re gonna go wild for me. I want you flying over the edge and taking me with you.”
Griz lifts my legs, hooking them over his arms, and thrusts home. The movement is abrasive. It’s harsh. Still, it’s beautiful. Feeling him fill me so full is glorious. He wants me flying over that edge he’s kept me teetering on. If he keeps this up, I’ll do just that.
Two strokes into him filling me, and he gets just what he wanted. Griz sends me sailing right over the edge, and as he does so, he starts pounding inside me, giving me everything I never thought I could feel. I had sex before, but it’s never felt like this. Like I was coming home rather than just getting off.
“Graham,” I cry out his name, skin my nails into his shoulders, and hold onto him.
“Fuck, Marley, your pussy is so damn good. Tastes sweet on my lips and grips me just as I knew you would. Fuck, baby, you’re gonna suck me dry, and we’re only just getting started.”
Just getting started?
That can’t be.
Sweat drips from his brow and beads his body and mine. I didn’t ever think sweat could be sexy or erotic, but with Griz, here and now, oh yeah, it definitely was.
I don’t know how much time passes, but when Griz tightens the grip he has on my hips, I find myself catapulted straight into yet another orgasm right along with him.
It’s a beautiful thing, and I almost hate that it’s going to be over so soon. Maybe I could take on more than just a night. Have more of him.
No. Just tonight. No more. He’ll only break my heart when he decides he’s done with me .