22. Aspen
Chapter 22
Aspen
I push open the door to my trailer with a bang as it hits the adjacent wall, Grey now mere inches behind me. I turn around to face him as he kicks it shut and clumsily turns the lock. I walk backward, going deeper inside the trailer, and he follows, not breaking eye contact for a second. Then, he’s on me like he’s been thinking about this as much as I have. His mouth crashes into mine and he presses me backward into the refrigerator. The snap of cold from the stainless steel on my back makes me gasp, but the sound is swallowed up by Grey’s lips. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t think my first real kiss with Grey would be this aggressive. But I’m glad Grey didn’t start gentle, because I’d rather skip all of the polite stuff and cut right to the chase. His lips are working against mine with fervor, as though they’re angry at mine for teasing him all week. The feeling’s mutual, I think. As though he can read my mind, his hands grab my hips, pulling me against his quickly hardening length. I groan at the contact, our flimsy bathing suits providing little barrier between our bodies.
“Shit, Aspen,” he whispers as he kisses his way roughly down jaw until he reaches the spot beneath my ear. I know he can feel my rapid pulse beneath his lips, but I don’t have half the mind to be embarrassed right now. I place my hands on his sides, pulling him closer to me as I grind my hips onto his. Except, he’s so tall it’s more like I’m grinding against his thigh. Receptive as always, Grey runs his hands down my back to my upper thighs, squeezing my ass on the way down. He lifts with ease until our hips are aligned, his cock pressed against my core. He doesn’t even need his hands to lift me up, as his body has mine pressed so hard against the fridge that it’s not going to budge. He moves his hands up my back, pulling the on strings of my bikini so they become undone, falling to my side.
Grey ducks his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking roughly. A moan escapes me and I buck my hips against his, desperate for some friction. He lightly bites my nipple in response, running his teeth across my skin in a way that gives me goosebumps.
“Grey,” I breathe out, toying with the waistband on his swimsuit. His skin is deliciously warm under my fingers, and his chiseled V-line is pointing me down to where I want. I hook two of my fingers under the waistband, hoping he’ll give me the all-clear to push them down. Instead, he reaches down and pulls my hands from him.
I pout. “Let me touch you.”
“No,” he responds against my breast.
“Then you have to stop touching me.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asks, moving a hand between us to cup my crotch.
“No.”
“Good,” he says, beginning to rub light, slow circles across my clit, still covered by the delicate bikini bottoms. He runs his index finger up my slit, making me shiver.
“Grey,” I whine. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” he coaxes, adding a little more pressure to my clit.
I squirm against his hand.
He lessens the pressure, teasing me. “Please what?”
“Please make me come,” I reply needily. I don’t normally beg men, but Grey has me feeling some type of way. All I’m seeing is lust right now, and I’d say anything to keep him expertly working my body.
“Good girl,” he replies, giving me a light spank with his free hand that makes me clench my legs together around his waist. “You’re so wet for me, I can feel it through your suit.”
I reach down to the sides of my bottoms and pull the ties loose, letting them fall. Now I’m completely naked against him.
“So desperate for me, aren’t you? Look at this pretty pussy glistening for me,” Grey whispers into my ear, running a finger up my slit again. Then he puts the finger in his mouth, sucking it clean teasingly. I swear to God, he was put on this Earth to irritate me.
“Grey,” I whine, grinding against his rock hard length, still concealed behind those damn board shorts.
“What do you want, Aspen? Do you want my fingers inside of you? Like this?” he asks, suddenly inserting two of his fingers into me.
I moan, gripping onto his shoulders.
“You have to tell me what you want, baby,” he teases, beginning to slowly thrust his fingers in and out. His fingers are so thick, I hardly even want his cock anymore.
“This,” I reply. “I want this.”
“This?” he asks, continuing his gentle pace. Then he pauses his rhythm, his fingers fully inside of me, and begins to rub slow, firm circles against my G-spot. “Or this?”
“ This .” I shudder against him, already feeling the pleasure rising within me, causing me to begin to feel weightless. He pulls his fingers partially out and repeats his slow thrusting.
Since beginning my antidepressants, it's taken me crazy long amounts of time to climax. I’ve tried everything—supplements, essential oils, vibrators, and smutty romance books—but nothing seems to help. I guess all I need is Grey Aldridge’s magic touch.
“Grey,” I whimper. “Stop teasing me.”
“But you look so hot when you’re begging me to finger-fuck you. I don’t want to give it up so soon.”
“I’ll let you do it again if you make me come.”
“But I want to eat you out next time,” he says, beginning his firm circles deep inside me again.
I nod vigorously, I’d agree to just about anything if he keeps touching me like this. “Okay.”
“See, you like my fingers deep inside you, don’t you?” he coaxes tenderly with that ridiculously deep voice of his. “You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? You don’t even need my cock. You’re so greedy, you’ll come for just my fingers, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant. “I’ll come for any part of you.”
Satisfied with my answer, he adds his thumb into the mix, working slow circles on my clit. I see stars, truly weightless right now, my climax looming.
“Go on, Aspen. Be a good little slut and come on my fingers, I want to feel that tight little pussy clench for me.”
His filthy mouth sends me tumbling over the edge and I feel myself stiffen against him. My vision fades to black and stars explode, carrying my weightless body up with them. “Grey,” I moan as he continues working his fingers on me, prolonging my orgasm. I stay in perfect bliss for several seconds before slowly returning to my body, recognizing my heavy breathing and the sweat that’s now coating my brow.
“Oh my god,” I breathe as Grey slowly sets me back on the ground, holding his palms to my sides to make sure I’m able to keep my balance. My entire body tingles, I’ve never had an orgasm that intense. Then I feel the wetness between my thighs and remember Grey’s fingers must be covered in me, and I get an idea.
I want to tease him, even if just a fraction of how ridiculously he teased me, so I reach for his wrist and bring his hand to my mouth. I look him in the eyes as I slowly lick the underside of his index finger. Then I take the entire finger in my mouth, all the way to the bottom knuckle. Grey’s eyes widen slightly as I hollow out my cheeks, making sure to suck every drop of myself off him before adding his middle finger in my mouth too. Grey holds eye contact but shifts his weight slightly, and I can tell he’s uncomfortably hard as his long shaft strains against his shorts, desperate for release.
Once I’ve licked his fingers clean, I release them from my mouth with a pop and set his hand loosely back at his side.
“Thanks, Daddy.” I figure that’s probably his kryptonite, judging by all the “good girl” dirty talk that spewed from his mouth.
Boy, am I right.
“Aspen,” he groans. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Well, for starters, you can let me get you off. You can’t seriously walk out of this trailer with a tent in your pants.”
He pauses, thinking it over. “Fine.”
“Fine? Don’t act so excited,” I joke.
“Of course, Aspen, my queen, the most beautiful woman on the planet, goddess of sexuality and desire, a modern-day Venus, I’d be honored if you’d suck me off.”
I grab his dick through his bathing suit, and he makes a throaty noise. “Say that again,” I say, eyes inches from his.
“I think I might come in my pants.”
“That works too.” I smirk and sink to my knees, finally getting an up-close look at the mountain-range thigh tattoo that’s been teasing me for weeks.