CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Grayson
The moment I watched Jovana fly out of my room, leaving her scent behind, I sat up in bed, recalling our last few hours together.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’d told her I was on my best behavior.
And I’d been doing so well until she asked me to open up about my mother and I’d purged the details of her taking off, followed by her death, and that was when I shut down.
When I couldn’t eat another bite of food. When I couldn’t say another word about my past.
When I needed darkness and beer and to be alone with my thoughts.
But, of course, that caring, nurturing woman wasn’t going to let the anger I had toward my mother swallow me in a goddamn hole.
She was going to make me smile.
She was going to take our photo.
She was going to make me pretend I was in love.
And just when I had her in my arms, when I had every opportunity to pull her against me, mash our lips together, and bury myself in her pussy—things I was fucking dying to do—I reminded her how fucking awful I was for her and then I kicked her out of my bed.
What was left behind was a raging hard-on and my hands clenching to have her between them.
What was it about Jovana Winters that I couldn’t get enough of?
That drove me fucking wild?
Despite how impatient she made me feel, how she tested me, challenged me, and a majority of the time made me want to scream, I enjoyed her softness as much as her sass.
I was enticed by her.
My thoughts were owned by her.
Fuck.
Why didn’t regret come in waves, giving me a break between the crests?
Why did it have to continuously slam into me? Making me recount the last few seconds when I’d forced her out?
The whole scene made me feel like shit again.
It wasn’t just weighing on me; it was eating away at me.
I wanted to be near her.
I wanted her scent filling my nose.
I wanted the softness of her words in my ears.
I wanted her.
In this room.
On top of me.
Riding my cock.
The only way this erection was going to go away was if I lubed up my palm and rubbed one out or if I walked across the living room and went into her room.
But even if I jerked myself off, I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not with her so easily accessible. Not with her so close by.
Not with my brain obsessing over every fucking detail of her.
Goddamn it.
I threw off the covers and stormed out of my bedroom, my cock pulsing with each step, my balls throbbing. As I entered the hallway of the guest wing, there was no light coming from under her door. There were no sounds either.
Whatever she was doing in that room, she was doing it silently and in the dark.
My hand paused an inch from the doorknob.
The last time I’d tried to turn it, it was locked. She’d been in the shower and didn’t want me in her room.
Had she done that again?
I grabbed the handle and it immediately twisted. She’d left it unlocked.
In my head, she’d done that because she wanted me to come in, and she wanted me to cross that boundary.
Maybe under a different circumstance, I would have knocked. I would have given her a warning before shoving myself into her room.
But I had zero desire to pause.
To act like a gentleman.
If she was going to kick me out, it was going to happen to my face.
I walked through the doorway, the screen of her phone lighting up her face, so I could catch eyes with her while she lay in bed.
“What’s wrong—”
Her voice cut off when I pressed my knee onto the mattress and crawled my way up to her, hovering over her body. My hand held her cheek and I aimed her mouth up to mine. “I want you and I can’t wait another fucking second to have you. That’s what’s wrong.”
She said nothing, just dropped the phone and circled her arms around my neck.
Once her grip was tightened around me, I devoured her lips, parting them with my tongue, and I slipped through the center, diving straight into her taste.
And what a fucking flavor that was.
One that I’d thought about since our last date.
But even then it hadn’t been enough, and it wasn’t now either.
I needed more.
I leaned up, putting my weight on my knees, and once both arms were free, I began tearing off her tank top. As soon as I had it over her head, I tossed it on the ground and reached for her shorts, yanking them down her legs.
I needed all of her.
With nothing separating us.
To be able to touch her wherever I wanted without any clothing getting in the way.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I glanced down at her, the lights from the adjacent building creating just enough glow that I could view every bit of her skin.
Her perfect tits.
The arches and dips and curves of a body that was beyond gorgeous.
The present that was waiting for me between her legs.
A gift that wanted to be opened and licked and sipped from.
Although I could stare at her all night, the twinge in my cock caused my mouth to drag down her chest, halting at her nipple. I surrounded the peak with my lips before using my teeth to gently scrape the length, holding it in my mouth and biting around the base.
“Oh God!” Her hands slid through my hair, gripping the strands. “Grayson ...”
As her back arched, she leaned even harder into me and I opened my mouth, taking more of her in, lapping her nipple several more times until I switched to the other side. While I gnawed on the small center bead, I wrapped her legs around me. The heat from her pussy soaked through my boxer briefs, especially as I ground my cock against her and pumped my tip forward.
It was nothing more than a tease.
A way to tempt me, as if this wait weren’t already torturous enough.
“Ahhh, yes!” She guided my cock lower and moaned, “Fuuuck!”
But before I took off the last piece of clothing that kept me from plunging inside her, I lowered even farther down her body, kissing the flatness of her navel, the shallowness of her belly button, stopping when I reached her clit.
With her legs still circled around me, I held the outside of her thighs and pressed my nose against that sensitive spot at the very top.
And while I kept my face there, I breathed her in.
“You’re everything I remember and more.”
Her hand tightened in my hair.
“Jovana, how can you be this exceptional.”
She had a scent that I’d been dreaming about.
A wetness that I hadn’t been able to forget.
A flavor that I’d never be able to get enough of.
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she spread her legs even farther apart, as if showing me more, giving me an even better view, silently ordering me to feast on her pussy.
I listened.
I soaked in every goddamn second of it.
I even smiled as I took my first lick.
“Yesss!”She gasped in some air. “Yes!”
My dick pounded as her taste exploded on my tongue and I swallowed some of it.
The moment it hit my throat, I just had to pause, the thoughts in my head completely overtaking me.
Oh God.
This woman.
What the hell is she doing to me?
How does she have so much power over me?
I traced my tongue up and down her clit, going as low as her entrance, making sure that was nice and wet, before I returned to the highest point.
The top was where I focused.
And I didn’t go slow.
I didn’t savor.
I didn’t take my time.
I made up for all the days I hadn’t been down here, when I’d kissed only her mouth. When I’d lain in bed, thinking about this to the point where I had to jerk myself off in the shower while fantasizing about a moment identical to this one.
“Oh God!” she cried.
I’d missed that sound. The way her pleasure hit my ears. The way she screamed out an orgasm.
Just like the one that was about to happen now.
I could tell by the way her clit was hardening. How her grip was strengthening. How her wetness was thickening.
“Grayson!”
And there it was.
A response that made me feel like a fucking king.
The first shudder rippled through her stomach, and her legs threatened to cave in around my face. I wouldn’t let them, and I held them apart as I licked.
My tongue moved faster.
Harder.
Giving her the pressure I knew she needed.
“Fuck! Yes!” Her exhales were as sexy as her moans. “Grayson!” she shouted again.
As I continued to eat her, tasting her come, I stared up her wriggling body. I could see the tingles beating through her every time she rocked her hips forward, riding out each of the waves.
I waited until it all passed, when she was completely still, before I pulled my tongue away. “My fucking God,” I groaned, gazing at her pussy. “If I didn’t need you so badly, I’d do that again. And again.”
She moved her foot to my boxer briefs and rubbed her toes over my crown. “I want this.”
That was the hottest thing she could have ever said.
I pulled the tight cotton past my waist and shifted my weight to slide them off my legs.
“I’ve missed that.” She was eyeing my shaft.
“It’s about to be all yours.” Once I tossed the boxer briefs onto the floor, I realized I’d left my bedroom empty-handed. I’d been in such a rush to get to her, I’d forgotten one of the most important things. “Give me a second, I’ll be right back. I have to grab a condom.”
“You don’t need one.”
Her words were a shock to my system.
They even vibrated through my chest, repeating within me as though I needed to hear them again.
“What?” I pressed.
I always wore one.
There were no exceptions to that rule.
“You’re going to be my husband, Grayson.” She allowed those words to settle between us. “In case you don’t remember, it was stated in our contract that a form of birth control was required. Laura even requested a letter from my doctor to prove he’d inserted an IUD, which he’d done well over a year ago, but she wanted reassurance that it was in place, secure, and working properly. Maybe she’d manifested this situation, I don’t know, but I really see no reason to use a condom.”
Her husband.
Those were the words I’d concentrated on.
A title that weighed a thousand fucking pounds.
I couldn’t let that thought get too far. I needed it to bounce right off me or I’d leave this room.
And I wasn’t sure I’d ever come back.
She sat up, mimicking my position, even though her kneel wasn’t as high as mine. Her arms rested on my shoulders, and she pulled our bodies together. “It’s fine. Stop thinking about it, or worrying, or whatever you’re doing.” She gave me her lips, followed by a smooth swirl of her tongue.
I didn’t know if it was her words or the feel of her body or her kiss, but she easily convinced me. “All right.”
The moment she heard my approval, she fisted my cock and began to pump. “I don’t know how, but I almost forgot how big and perfect this is.”
I needed that touch.
The warmth from her hand, the speed, friction—all of it pulling me right out of my thoughts.
“Fuck yes,” I hissed.
“Yeah? Good. Now fuck me, Grayson.”
That demand.
So needy. Passionate. Sexy as hell.
I held her face, keeping her close, taking more of her mouth before I turned her around. While she faced the headboard, I placed her hands on top of it, securing them around the wooden edge, and I feathered my palms down her back to her ass. “You need to hold on.”
It was a warning.
One she shouldn’t take lightly.
Because for as long as I’d thought about eating her pussy, I’d also thought about doing this. That want had caused a burning desire to build inside me. I wasn’t sure I could control the power of my strokes now that I was finally getting the chance to have her again.
I aligned her just right and positioned myself behind her, rubbing my hands over her ass, circling her cheeks. With each rotation, my cock got closer to her pussy.
A test.
A challenge, to see how long I could hold off until I thrust inside her.
But as soon as my tip swiped her wetness, I couldn’t wait.
Neither could she.
Her moans were getting louder, the need amplifying within both of us, and once I was poking at her entrance, the slickness covering me, I fucking lost it.
“I can’t fucking wait to have you.” I gave myself just the smallest amount of her. It took only an inch before I knew this was going to be different from anything I’d ever had. “Fuck me, you feel so good.”
Taking another inch, she bounced over my crown.
It was just the slightest movement, but it was enough for the heat to envelop me, the temperature catching me completely off guard. “Goddamn it,” I growled. My head fell back, my mouth open. Without any protection, I could feel everything, and it was the most intense sensation. But her warmth wasn’t the only thing that shocked the hell out of me, causing me to groan, “You’re so tight.”
“More.” She was begging now. “Give me more, Grayson.”
I held her hips and slid to the halfway point. I didn’t want to hurt her. I certainly didn’t want to break her. I knew she’d had me before, but it wasn’t as if it had been yesterday, so she needed to be reminded of my size before she got all of me.
And as I worked my way in, I confirmed that she needed that reminder from the way she was pulsing against me, narrowing around my shaft.
“Yes!” In addition to her moans, she was fucking soaking me. “Ah!” And as I gave her more, she gave me, “My God.” She reached back, her fingers landing on my abs, which she traced until she lowered to the base of my dick. She felt around it, like she was seeing how many inches were left, and continued to my sack, where she cupped my balls.
Each brush of her thumb had me fucking tingling.
“Give it to me,” she demanded.
An order that didn’t make me angry.
That, for once, didn’t make me want to fight back.
I pumped my hips forward, earning myself a scream, and I stayed buried within her.
“Jesus,” I roared. “This is fucking ...”
But I didn’t have a description.
I didn’t even have words.
Because this right here—there was nothing better.
I tilted all the way back and took my first full dive, sinking into that hot, dripping pussy. And that was when I lost myself all over again. “God, Jovana, you feel so good.”
My brain was occupied with pleasure. My body was overwhelmed.
This was a feeling and a level I hadn’t reached before.
I was sure that had everything to do with not wearing a condom.
That had to be the case.
It couldn’t be because I was getting the chance to have Jovana again.
Something that emotionally intimate wasn’t possible. I wasn’t even capable of conjuring those kinds of thoughts.
“Grayson!”
Her exhales were getting louder.
Her inhales were equally as erotic.
She wasn’t telling me to slow.
She wasn’t controlling me with her hands.
By the sounds she was making and the way she pumped her hips against me, she was telling me she wanted more.
This fucking woman.
She couldn’t get enough.
Damn, I loved fucking her.
During the next set of dips, I swiveled my hips, circling inside her, giving her friction at every angle. She was nearing the edge she wouldn’t be able to come back from. I could sense it, I could hear it. That was why I pulled out and flipped her on her back, the move taking her by surprise, even earning me an “Ahhh!”
Once she was settled, I stepped off the bed and stood on the floor, along the side, where I guided her to the very end of the mattress. There, I lifted her ass in the air and placed her legs over my shoulders, the new position giving me total access to her pussy.
“Ohhh.”
She liked this.
And it was about to get even better.
Within a stroke, I realized how true that statement was for us both.
Because while I was giving her short, hard, deep pumps, I told her, “Touch yourself.” I slowed my speed, pulling back to my crown, taunting her with my tip. All that did was make me miss her, which made me want her even more. “Rub your clit while I fuck you.”
I wanted the vision of her hand on her pussy.
But I also wanted her to feel the combination of the two of us.
To experience what it felt like to be dominated by pleasure.
Her hand lifted from the bed and slithered down her navel until she reached her clit.
“That’s it,” I moaned, burying myself so the merger hit her at the same time. “Now go a little faster and tell me how you feel.”
Her lips were already open. Her breath was coming out in pants. The backs of her knees pushed down on my shoulders, like she was urging me forward, and I bucked in.
After a twist, I did it again, my thrusts gaining more pressure.
Power.
Heat.
“Grayson!”
She gave me only one word.
That was because she was in that familiar place.
The one where she had lost control and the only thing she could focus on was the build.
I knew.
I could see it all over her.
I could feel it.
“That fucking pussy,” I howled. “It’s incredible.”
The way it was sucking me in.
The way it was making me so damp.
The way it was contracting around me, almost holding me in.
And as she soared closer, so did I.
“Don’t stop,” I warned as her hand slowed. “No matter what, don’t you dare stop.”
“But I’m going to come.”
“And that’s what I want.”
It was as if a switch had gone off the second I’d released that statement because she was instantly shuddering, clenching me from the inside, saturating me with her orgasm.
“God, yes!” Her screams pierced my ears in the best possible way.
I moaned while I listened to her, fighting off my own orgasm as I slipped in and out of her, even more easily than before. “Oh hell.” She was tightening, quaking—things I could feel from the inside.
Things that were making it so fucking hard not to come.
I took a deep breath, holding it off while her body finally stilled, and that was when I pulled out and dropped her legs from my shoulders and let her ass fall to the bed.
Since she was still positioned in front of me, I leaned down and swiped her clit with my tongue.
“Ah!”
I chuckled before I did it again, gazing up her body to meet her eyes. “Sensitive?”
“In ways you can’t even imagine.” Her fingers dived into my hair. “But fuck that feels good.”
She needed tenderness.
Softness.
Healing from the relentlessness I’d just given her.
So that was what I gave her, inhaling the scent I was starting to love so much while I flattened my tongue and dragged it up and down her clit.
I wanted to keep her wet.
I wanted to keep her moaning.
And I wanted to keep her desire thrumming through that perfect body.
Her legs spread wider, her knees bent, her feet pushing against the bed, and within a few more laps, she was moving with me.
Her exhales became desperate.
Her fingers dug my scalp out of need.
This greedy, beautiful woman wanted to come again.
And nothing pleased me more.
But this time, she was getting some of the control back.
I lifted my face and moved higher up her body, brushing my mouth over hers. “Ride me.”
Her eyes opened after our kiss, her teeth giving her bottom lip a quick gnaw. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.” I rolled onto my back, my legs dangling off the end of the bed. “Straddle me.” I leaned up on my arms, watching her rise from the bed and move over me. Once both legs were on either side of me, I gripped her hips, guiding her toward my tip. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” I captured a nipple between my lips, roughing the end of it before I released it. “Or how sexy you look right now?”
Her hands were gentle when they landed on my shoulders, her head falling back as she took her first plunge. “No, but this is everything, Grayson.” She lifted to my crown and lowered. “How do you feel this good?”
I could come this second.
That was how she felt to me.
What she was doing to me, what she was goading out of me.
But I needed to hold off just a little longer, to enjoy this for a few more moments.
I twisted her hair around my wrist. “Faster.” I pressed my mouth against her throat and growled, “Fuck me like you want to come again.”
“But I do.”
“Then show me, Jovana. I want your pussy milking my cock.”
She immediately went into overdrive, rising and falling, cranking her hips forward after every few dips, learning from earlier how it felt to have me hit every part of her.
The tightness was proving just how much she was enjoying it.
“Grayson!”
Ah, that fucking sound.
The one that told me she was close.
I reached down until I was grazing her clit, rubbing my thumb across it.
“Shit!” she cried, her fingers now squeezing my shoulders. “I. Can’t. Breathe.”
I released her hair and pointed her face toward mine. “You don’t need to. You just have to kiss me. I want to know what your tongue tastes like when we’re both coming.”
“Just promise you won’t pull out.”
Her request came as a whisper, but the words were so fucking loud.
“I want to feel it,” she continued. “I want to feel you.”
Goddamn it.
I’d given her the power, but when a demand like that came in, I suddenly wanted it back.
“You want my cum?”
“Yes.”
The hairs that I kept trimmed at the top of my shaft were pressed against her clit. With just a slight jerk of my hips, they would act like fingers, giving her clit the pressure it needed. To show her, I aimed upward and sensed the scrape against her most sensitive part.
“Ohhh.”
“You like that,” I confirmed.
“I like everything you give me.”
Then she was going to fucking love this.
“Just wait,” I told her.
I was trying to give her notice that what was about to happen was going to rock her world.
But she was already screaming.
She was already so damp.
And she was already clamping me from the inside.
So I showed her no mercy, and while she stayed straddled around me, I pounded into her pussy, holding her back with both hands to make sure she wouldn’t fall.
To give her all the strength I had in my body.
Enough that within a few strokes, the tingles shot from my balls into my shaft.
“Jovana!” She moaned my name at the same time. “Fuck!”
The way she was contracting, the way she was bathing me in her come, the way she was wrapped around me, her voice all I could hear, was sending me so far past the edge.
Jolts of shivers were moving through me, and with each influx, I felt myself empty into her.
A freedom that was so foreign yet so fucking amazing.
“Oh God,” I rumbled, hardly able to hear myself because her sounds were so loud. “Yes!”
We held each other.
We practically clung to one another.
“Grayson!”
And as my movements slowed, our shudders began to lessen, and our breaths became louder than our moans until there was silence.
Stillness.
And just small, quiet pants of air.
My face had somehow, at some point, moved into her neck and I pulled away, locking our eyes in the dark room.
She traced a hand over my cheek and across my lips. “You are”—she exhaled—“kind of epic at that.”
I laughed. “And last time, was that epic too?”
“Very much so. But this time was different in every way.”
I didn’t let that statement process.
It was too much.
Even now, even here, even after what had just gone down, I didn’t want to put my brain there.
“I need to get you in the shower. You’re full of me.”
“Are you coming in with me?”
I’d never showered with a woman. That wasn’t part of the normal process. I was usually long gone before that stage would even be considered.
But my skin was sweaty, and I liked the thought of having hot water wash my body.
I was even tempted at the idea of washing her pussy and then tasting her under the steamy spray.
“Would you like me to?” I asked.
She gripped me harder. “Of course.”
I inhaled the skin right beside her mouth, my eyes closing as the lavender and vanilla mingled in my nose. “Then let’s go get you wet again.”