Chapter 36
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M y heavy lids blink a few times, emerging from the comfort of a surprisingly dreamless sleep.
I must have been completely out of it because I didn’t even notice Angel’s giant form leave the bed. There’s an acre of space to my right when I bury my nose in the pillow and stretch an arm across the sheets to reach for the position he usually occupies.
That’s when I hear a rustling to my left, and as I turn my head, I’m suddenly extremely awake within a second.
Grey reclines against the cushioned headboard while watching something on his phone. With one knee bent, his hand slowly moves up and down beneath the sheet draped across his lap.
Oh my god. Blush touches my cheeks, knowing he’s sitting right beside me, jacking himself off.
“What are you doing?” I roll on my side and stare at him open-mouthed. From the way my body heats as if on cue, apparently, I’m very into this lewd display of morning masturbation .
“Mmm. Don’t you look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, trying to be good and quiet, little flower?”
I can’t see what he’s watching, and there’s no sound, but holy shit, my stomach clenches. Surely not…
“Come here.” His voice dips into that tone that I’m unable to do anything but succumb to.
Doing a quick check to make sure I don’t have drool all over my face, I clamber over to the spot where he wants me to slide underneath his arm holding the phone and tuck into his side.
The man is simply gorgeous, and seeing him in a state of undress like this, bare-chested and tattooed, feels like a rare opportunity to see him unarmed. It’s also the first I’ve really been able to see the scars across his torso up close and in the daylight. They’re silvery lines, small, raised cuts scattered across his chest and abdomen in a haphazard way.
While I know his work at Noire House involves what most likely amounts to torture and probably murder, I don’t know if it’s a regular thing for him to get injured in the process.
Chalk that up to one of the many, many mysteries I’m yet to find a way to peel back the veil on.
As I settle against his warm skin, more than a little wary of what this is about to reveal, I’m left gaping at the sight on screen.
“You’re trying, oh, so very hard to be quiet.” His hand knocks away the sheet, and now I get the full, mouthwatering sight of his rigid cock, leaking at the tip, as he strokes himself and watches what appears to be security footage on his phone.
Security footage of me bent over Hawke’s desk.
“There are cameras everywhere in the mansion…” He forces me to keep watching as his fist shuttles up and down, matching the timing of Hawke’s hips thrusting against my ass on the screen. “In fact, the only place where none exist is in the private wing of the Noire family suite.”
“Oh my god.” I’m growing more and more turned on by the sight I can’t wrench my eyes away from. Bouncing between the black and white footage on his phone and his dick standing thick and veined and glistening at the tip where his precum gathers and slips along his length with each stroke.
“Look how well you’re taking him, little flower. I bet you felt like a dream, already slick with my cum. He would have been losing his mind that entire time.”
My chest rises and falls faster as I see the version of myself in the video start clawing at the desk. Each time the man taking me shifts his hips, I feel the response start to blossom in my body. My clit begins to throb with a heartbeat of its own as I lie here watching both myself and the man at my side.
Grey makes a wicked noise. “Hawke has his fat cock drilled deep inside your cunt, and you’re being such a good girl trying not to make a sound, so I wouldn’t know.”
That leaves me gasping. “Wait, you knew that whole time, didn’t you? You knew it was going to push him over the edge?”
“I’ve known that man a long fucking time.” His abs bunch and flex with the movement, keeping pace with the action playing out. “Even a man like Hawke has got a weakness… turns out he’s as eager as the rest of us to live inside that sweet little pussy of yours. All he needed was a little extra motivation.”
“You’re a bad, bad man.” I bite my lip. This side of Grey is my own little weak spot.
He presses pause on the video and, in an all too smooth movement, tosses the phone and flips me onto my back. The weight of him nestles between my thighs, and I show absolutely no resistance, welcoming him to the cradle of that position with his lower stomach rocking over my pussy.
Grey braces himself on his forearms for a moment, giving me an opportunity to admire every angular line of his cheekbones and jaw. How he can look this good at whatever goddamn time of the morning it is currently, feels entirely unfair .
“Angel’s got the right idea,” he murmurs, watching my face intently. “Starting each morning with a taste of your sweet cunt.”
Goosebumps flurry down my arms beneath the baggy t-shirt I’m wearing, and that shiver is like a starting gun going off for this man. He pushes the fabric up over my tits and sucks down on the tight furl of my nipple. As he takes the stiffened peak deeper and flicks with his tongue, his big hands shove the shirt higher, guiding it over my head until I’m fully exposed.
My back bows with the flood of pleasure his mouth brings. Grey can be filthy with his words all day, every day, but there’s something intensely rich and decadent about getting his quiet moments, too. Like having him feel comfortable enough to disappear into a place where the two of us are nothing but exploring hands and his hot, wet mouth on me, all while my small whimpers fill the air.
His tongue traces a sinful line down the softness of my stomach until he reaches my pussy.
“Seems like you enjoyed watching, love. Look at your clit, already all swollen like a little bud, ready to be sucked and stroked.” He keeps those hazel eyes locked on mine as he sinks both hands beneath my ass and proceeds to lift my hips, pressing my pussy against his mouth.
“Oh—fuck—oh—god.” I can’t even think straight with how skilled he is. Sucking down and swirling his tongue, all while holding me tight to devour me exactly as he pleases.
I can’t look away from the gaze he keeps firmly fixed on my every moan and pant and whine, with fists clenched in the sheets and pleasure flowing rampant through my limbs.
Just when I’m right fucking there, he stiffens his tongue to press inside me, followed by a firm glide of his fingers over my clit. The climax Grey drags from me pounces forth, rapid and forceful enough to leave my legs shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck yes. Give me all those slutty little noises.” Grey moves up my body and fists his cock, pushing forward and entering me with a delicious stretch. “I want to hear exactly what I do to you. I want to know every single one of those moans belongs to me. Only for me, while I fill this cunt.”
Hearing him get possessive is like dumping gasoline straight on a bonfire. My walls ripple around his length as he keeps sinking deeper and hovers above me, braced on his palms.
“Grey.” I mouth his name, and it comes out as a shuddering whine.
That sets his eyes blazing with something I haven’t seen before. His muscled form prowls over me, and I feel like this man is going to devour me alive before the morning is through.
“Do you think that shot is still effective?” His dick swells and stretches me once he’s fully seated inside.
I don’t think I heard him properly. Surely I didn’t. My pulse thuds so hard in my throat at the closeness of his lips, how he’s hovering right there; it would be so easy to wrap my arms around the back of his neck and tug him down to kiss me.
What I would give to know what that feels like with him and Angel. Now that Hawke has kissed me, it’s like my brain is alert to all the ways and means of seeking that deeper, more perilous level of intimacy.
“What do you think, little flower?” Grey’s words are in that sinful low register. Gritty and filled with temptation. “I wonder if that shot you’re on is still working.” As he says those words, he lowers his head to watch the place where his cock is sinking in and out of me.
It’s like I’m suddenly ripped from a trance. He absolutely did say that.
“You can’t—We can’t—” My hands fumble against his shoulders. All it does is curve my spine, giving him a better angle to work with this time, allowing him to drive even deeper on the next snap of his hips .
“ Mmmfuck . Your cunt is so greedy to be filled,” he murmurs hotly.
“Wait…” The pulsing in my neck intensifies, and I feel lightheaded as all the blood rushes to my pussy. I hadn’t thought anything about it. All of a sudden, I’m strung somewhere between how perfect it feels each time his thick length drags against my inner walls, and the fear of not knowing if I’m still protected.
I’ve been fucking multiple men. They’ve all been spilling inside me without a second thought.
“Grey, you have to pull out.”
“No.” He looms over my body and keeps thrusting harder as my body clenches and betrays me with how hard I’m gripping his length.
“Oh, god. Please… Just… We can’t….” My words stutter, and I struggle to form a coherent reason. The weight of him seems to suck all the breath straight out of my lungs.
“I can, and I goddamn will.” He slams into me again.
“ Grey .” I’m clawing at his shoulders, and all that seems to do is spur him on the more I try to fight him.
“They’ve both had the snip. So Hawke and Angel might be able to fuck you…” He rakes that gaze up and down my body, taking in every bounce of my breasts as he keeps pounding into me with slow, determined thrusts. “But I haven’t. Which means I’m the one who gets to pump your tight little pussy full over and over while knowing the game is different.”
His lips curl as he slams his hips so deep that a loud groan drops out of me. Tingling starts to wind up from my toes, and I’m terrifyingly close to losing it. His words undo me, and it makes no sense as to why or how, but all I know is that the wave is looming and cresting within me.
“They can fuck you all they like, but I’m the only one that gets to breed you.”
I fall apart on a long moan, clamping down over and over as Grey grunts and his thrusts become increasingly erratic. Everything goes blank and feels so floaty and far away as I’m spun entirely out of my head.
His curses are muffled against my neck as he sinks deep and unloads. Hot streaks of cum pump into me, and both of our climaxes seem to drag out in unison.
I’ve officially lost my head. My eyes squeeze shut as the feeling of his release is slick between us, and Grey doesn’t move away. He leaves his cock inside me, stretching me, keeping me full, and I hate that I don’t want him to pull out, but I’m also a jumbled mess inside my head about why I let him do that.
Why didn’t I stop it?
“Look at me, love.” His voice is a little croaky, as I feel his fingers trace my cheek and brush damp hair back from my forehead.
Taking a deep inhale through my nose, I dare to let my eyes flutter open and meet his.
“It was just talk. That’s all.” Dropping the tip of his nose against mine, he lets our bodies stay joined in just about every way possible. “Nothing more.”
My throat bobs.
“Fucking hell, the way you squeezed the life out of me…” Grey’s eyes close, and a pained look of pleasure rolls across his features. “That’s quite some kink you’ve got there.”
It feels like the temperature in this room just soared about a thousand degrees. While I might already be lying here, pinned beneath this man with my skin coated with a damp sheen of sweat, it feels like being inside a sauna.
He knows about that?
“No need to be embarrassed.” One of those terrible, addictive smirks tugs on his lips.
“Why was that so hot?” I let my head sink further into the pillow, wishing this entire mattress might do me the honor of swallowing me up. Of course, he knows. Of course, he’s seen the form I filled out. I’d forgotten that had been one of the questions… and evidently, my enthusiasm for that particular experience was noted.
There’s a reason I’m on the shot. There’s a reason I’ve always been extremely careful with protection. I don’t want to have kids of my own, and I have absolutely zero intention of anything beyond enjoying a healthy sex life.
“You’re sweet when you’re all horny and revved up.” Grey lets his lips nibble over my collarbone and up the side of my neck. Still buried inside me and with no apparent interest in changing that anytime soon.
“Why did that do something to me when I don’t—I don’t want that. ”
Also, if that mouth keeps doing what he’s currently doing, I’m not responsible for where this goes next.
“We like what we like… no sense in trying to explain it.”
Which is where this conversation ends, because Grey certainly has no intention of doing any more explaining for the rest of the morning.
Or at least none that involves actual words.