Chapter 17 #2
“Knew you were lying about not wearing anything under your dress.”
I step back, but his grip holds me in place. “Maybe I put some on when I arrived home.”
“So you want to play games, then?” That grin turns wicked as his hands tug at the sides of my thong. One sharp snap, and the band breaks at my hip, both damn sides, biting for half a second. Then the lace slides down my legs.
I flinch. “Are you kidding me?”
He’s still smirking, so proud of himself.
“There we go. Now I know for certain there are no panties under here.”
Heat floods me as my thighs press together on instinct, and yet I haven’t moved away because I’ve decided this is where I want to be, what I’m craving. If I’ve learned anything with these men, it’s that the harder I push them away, the wilder they crash into my life.
“There are guests downstairs,” I whisper.
“Wolf and Roman can take care of them.” Then his hands emerge from under my skirt and move to my chest, undoing the buttons.
He pushes the dress off my shoulders until it crumples to my feet.
I’m shivering with an excited need pressing down low in my belly.
When he reaches around my body to unhook my bra, his face is right there in my chest, and he’s covering me in kisses.
Nipples tight, I’m pushing closer to him, unsure how much longer I can wait. Then he peels the lace bra down and frees me. His gaze lowers to my breasts, and he groans.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He drags a thumb over the nub of my nipple, and a moan spills past my lips. “You’re perfuming too. You’re getting near your heat, aren’t you?”
“What? No!” I reply instantly.
His mouth closes over one breast, his attention raised to watch my reaction. Hungrily he sucks and flicks my nipple, and I’m writhing against him. All while his good hand slides up between my thighs. I’m soaked, and it’s exactly how he finds me.
My hands curl in his hair as he moves to the other breast. Those wicked fingers press between my lips, rubbing my clit, and I’m close to passing out. He’s moving faster, more aggressive, but I’m craving more.
In seconds, he releases his hold of me in both places, and I sway toward him, almost falling into him. He catches me, hands on my waist, and he’s staring at my naked body—well, except for the short heels I put on for dinner.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His hands fall to his belt. “Let me feed you.”
I stare at him, mouth dropping open. Did he just say that?
Except, moments later, I’m helping him, tugging at his belt and jeans.
He gets them down over his hips and legs, and he’s gone commando under them.
He sits back with his legs spread, and I just gawk at him.
His cock is thick, a fat vein bulging out on the underside, the tip just as large, not to mention the length. What did they feed these men in prison?
“I take that reaction as you being impressed?” he asks.
“Trying to understand how on earth that’s going to fit.” I reach for his cock, but he blocks my hand.
“Hands and knees, little bird,” he says in that deep, pure Alpha register that completely hollows me out. “Then crawl to me.”
A whimper spills past my throat, and I’m already sinking to the floor at his command. I should hate how quickly my body obeys him, but in all honesty, I love it in equal measure. Every rational part of me demands that I make him work for it, yet the wild side is pleading for me to please him.
“Come to me, kitty.” His large hand wraps around his girth, palming it. “Want a taste?”
My eyes widen, and all I see is that cock. I lose all ability to resist him and start crawling forward.
“Such a good kitty.” He releases himself and strokes the back of my head.
“Okay,” I purr and push back to sit on my heels, then I wrap my hand around his thick shaft without overthinking it.
I lean in and press my lips over the tip and push him into my mouth, moving forward.
And it’s not just his dick I’m taking into my mouth; I inhale his scent, his masculine sexiness and soap.
He hisses, his hold on my head tightening. He’s silky soft but crazy hard, and burning hot, tasting salty and delicious.
“You know how fucking incredible you look with my cock so deep down your throat?” he grits out, and I lift my gaze, staring at the way his eyes are hazing over. The tightness in the muscles of his throat, how he’s close to losing his mind. And God, I love seeing him this way.
I cup his balls, stroking them gently, and he’s wearing a mask of concentration.
“Tighter,” he demands, and I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would. Getting him off is exhilarating. Not to mention I’m rolling my hips to his grunts, slick slipping out of me.
I push him deeper until I’m tearing up, but I don’t pull back. Not when he’s writhing beneath me.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he gasps, fisting my hair and guiding me at a faster pace. “I’m going to blow into your mouth.”
With no plans to stop, I keep going, a pace I’ve lost myself in, relishing his groans, him pushing himself deeper into me, and knowing that I have this powerful Alpha’s cock in my mouth.
I suck my way up his dick every few seconds, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Mm” is all I can manage with a full mouth. Then he thrusts a bit more, and I gag, but I don’t let go because I need it all. I’m dizzy with it, and he’s breathing hard. There are more tears in my eyes when I feel the pulse of his dick.
Suddenly, he’s howling and coming into my mouth. He’s hot, salty, and sticky, but I’m swallowing it all, working my throat. With each throb of his cock, he sprays another load between my lips. I love the taste of him.
Finally, I drink him dry and pull back to sit on my heels, watching him completely wrecked. He’s irresistible. And to think, I did this to him.
I lick my lips when he glances down at me. “How’s my kitty?”
“Amazing,” I answer truthfully.
He reaches down, hands on my waist, and lifts me to my feet. “How wet are you for me?”
“Extremely,” I whisper, bravely pushing my fingers between my thighs and running them across my flesh. Then I lift them and show them glistening. “I’m dripping for you.”
“Fuck me!” He drags me closer. “Straddle me.”
With his help, I climb onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his hips, and he sits me down onto him instantly. There’s no preparation. Just right into it, and I’m groaning, gripping his shoulders. He’s not going slowly either, firmly holding on to my hips and plunging me down onto his hard shaft.
I’m shaking, moaning, trying to fit him, until he’s completely buried deep inside me. And God, I feel every inch of him in there.
We’re face-to-face, our foreheads pressed together. “Ride me,” he demands. “Use me, fuck me. I’m yours.”
And I don’t need to be told twice, because this wild night is pushing my limits and I’m all about falling apart.
I move slowly at first to find my pace, to adjust to his anaconda dick, then before long, I’m riding him, guided by his hands at my hips.
My thighs are shaking, but God help me, I’m loving this too much to stop.
I’m gasping again, my head back, spine arched, moaning for more.
“You’re doing so well,” he grumbles as his hips work hard, meeting me with a powerful thrust, driving himself deeper. The room spins, and friction ignites between us.
There’s no pause in this Alpha as he savagely slams into me. It’s feral, and I cry out, convinced he’ll split me in two. It’s painful, but a beautiful ache I can’t get enough of.
He thrusts harder, and I’m sucking in each breath. My nipples harden, my clit aching for more. His hand slides down my stomach as if reading my mind, his thumb right on the nub between my thighs, teasing that sensitive spot.
I’m suddenly screaming, shaking as my climax takes control. Grayson hisses, pumping into me a few more times before he goes deep and halts. “Fuck, that’s it. Squeeze me, milk me.” And he’s shooting into me once more, fast and hard.
We’re both clinging to each other, floating with bliss. He’s flooding me, giving me the ultimate pleasure experience. With it comes the comforting pressure of his knot swelling at the base of his cock, pushing against my inner walls. He’s locking himself inside me.
I have no idea how much time passes as he keeps pumping into me, but in Grayson’s arms, I’m in my happy place. Finally, his last pulse shoots into me, and I fall against him, breathless. “That was insanely good.”
“It’s a thing of beauty. Do you have any idea how much I love that pussy of yours? You did so well, little bird.”
I laugh, which has him hissing from my muscles tightening over his knotted erection.
Suddenly, he stands with me in his arms and walks us out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He lays us down on the bed, facing each other in the dark of the night.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, kissing me all over my face. “And you’re mine all night.”
“Well—”
His mouth is on mine, kissing me, stealing my words. And right now, I forget why I protested because I can’t think of a single reason why I would leave Grayson’s side.