47. Aspen
Chapter 47
Aspen
S ecretly hoping he would say that, I waste no time grabbing hold of Grey’s hand and leading him to my bedroom. He picks me up by the hips and throws me onto the bed, locking the door behind him. It’s dusk outside, so the room is cast in a soft orange glow, caught in that fleeting moment between day and night.
Before I have a chance to say anything, Grey wrenches my mini-skirt off. He gently unzips my knee-high boots and slips them off my legs as I take my shirt off. Then, one of his hands finds the curve of my hip and the other lands on the inside of my knee, opening me up to him. He kisses his way up from where his hand is placed on my thigh to the heart of my black lace thong.
“Jesus.” His voice rumbles against my core, his dark eyes looking up and landing on mine. “You’re already wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“It's the sexiest man alive effect,” I reply.
“Oh yeah?” He nips lightly at my clit through my panties, making my back arch.
“Yeah.”
He bites the band of the panties, dragging them down my legs and slipping them off.
I sit up slightly, leaning back on my elbows, seeing myself bare from the waist-down. Grey’s eyes are also fixated between my legs, burning brightly with a primal hunger. He wraps his hands around both of my ankles and yanks my body to the edge of the bed, moving my legs to rest on his shoulders.
Then he flattens his tongue and licks up my slit agonizingly slowly.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he groans.
Without warning his warm mouth is on me, sucking roughly on my clit.
A moan falls from my lips as I instinctively grab the bed sheets. I guess all my teasing worked, Grey doesn’t seem to be interested in starting slow at all.
His tongue plunges inside of me, dragging my wetness up to my clit and drawing rough circles on it. I feel a slight tingling sensation, well on the path to an orgasm if he continues like this.
“Don’t stop,” I plead breathily.
In response he lightly drags his teeth over my clit, before bringing his mouth to hover over mine, his eyes dark with lust. I put on my best pouting face and Grey responds by suddenly thrusting two fingers into me, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“I think I’ll do what I want, when I want, darling,” he whispers as he gently curls his fingers inside me, the sting of pain ebbing away and leaving pure pleasure behind.
“Grey,” I moan.
“You like that?” he asks raspily.
I begin to rock my hips in time with his fingers. “Yes.”
“No,” he says, removing his fingers, my skin prickling with the sudden loss. “You’ve been enough of a cocktease today, Jordan. It’s my turn to tease you.”
“But—” I start.
Grey lightly slaps my cunt, my body recoiling at the unexpected sting. I’m momentarily speechless as he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking each one clean of me. “You’re going to let me do all the work, like a good little slut. And if you make any sort of movement to help speed up the process, I’ll stop what I’m doing. Understand?” he asks, grazing my clit with pressure so light it's almost undetectable.
I stare at him, my mind still unable to form words. All I can think about right now is the insanely hot man between my legs, my calves still resting on his shoulders.
“I believe I asked you a question,” Grey says, drawing me back to reality.
“Okay,” I stammer.
“Good girl.” He smirks, lowering his head back between my legs. His eyes stay on mine as his tongue draws figure eights on my clit, making me fight to keep my back from arching and trying to gain more friction. His stubble grazes my inner thighs as his tongue works on me, the sensation dizzying.
Then he adds two of his fingers back into the mix, slowly pumping in and out at a steady pace before adding a curl of his fingers into the pattern.
It’s the hardest fight of my life, keeping my hips from writhing under him as the pleasure grows. Then they move on instinct as his tongue adds more pressure. In response, Grey bars his free arm over my hips, holding me down.
He lifts his head up and gives me a dark, burning look and I meet his gaze, widening my eyes to convey that I didn’t mean to move, and please don’t stop. Although his face is filled with displeasure, he bows his head again and sucks roughly on my clit, making me cry out beneath him.
“Grey,” I whimper as his fingers speed up at a punishing pace.
If anything, this seems to encourage him, and within a few seconds I feel the pleasure rise from my core and spread throughout my whole body. I feel my eyes roll back in my head as the tingling pleasure finally reaches a crescendo. My mind floats away with a sweaty, cottony, euphoric, feeling I can only describe as pure ecstasy.
“That’s my good little slut,” I hear Grey say as I slowly come back down to reality. “You look so pretty moaning my name as you come for me.”
I take my time catching my breath before slowly sitting up and crawling on my hands and knees to the end of the bed. I grab Grey by his belt loops and drag his hips closer. They’re at eye level with me from this position, on my hands and knees on the bed facing him.
I lick my lips as I undo his pants. “Your turn.”
Grey doesn’t protest, but actually helps me by swiftly slipping out of his pants. I palm him through his underwear, pleased to find him rock hard already.
But that doesn’t stop me from trying to torture him like he tortured me. I take his bare length in my hands and slowly pump him before licking his tip, eliciting a moan and a hip buck from him.
“You’re desperate.” I smirk up at him.
“Says the girl who just came all over my face.”
I squeeze his balls in response, making him growl.
Grey places a hand around my throat, gently squeezing the sides by my jaw to force my gaze up at him. “Just suck my dick already, you tease.”
“Where are your manners?” I ask, but take his length between my lips before he can say anything else. I gradually take him deeper and deeper until it hits the back of my throat.
Grey groans and gathers my hair into a rough ponytail, some strands falling out around my face since it’s so short. But, he does it caringly, without any head-pushing.
I move my head back and forth along his length, moving leisurely at first before picking up the pace. His dick isn’t freakishly long—it’s still long, don’t get me wrong—but his thickness strains my jaw. Seriously, the guy’s huge.
After a few more strokes, Grey’s thighs tense and he immediately takes a step back from me. He definitely didn’t finish, but I think he was right on the edge. I can’t lie, I feel pretty proud that he almost got off from a single minute in my mouth.
I am about to say something snarky about his lack of control when he unexpectedly picks me up from beneath my arms and throws me onto the bed again. I feel my face flush as Grey throws his shirt off and climbs on top of me. He’s all man and muscle and the sight of him hovering over me with that brutish look in his eye is dangerously attractive.
“Not. A. Word,” he says, as he sucks on my neck roughly.
I reach between our thighs and palm his length again, lining it up with my soaked entrance, eager to feel him inside of me.
“Give me a second,” he growls. “Brat.”
I nod, agreeing not to rush him. Still, I wrap my legs around the small of his back, and arch my back so our fronts are flush against each other, his cock straining against my entrance. If he only moved forward a millimeter , he’d be partially inside of me. Instead, Grey disentangles us and deftly flips me around so I’m lying on my front. Then he lifts my hips up so my ass is in the air. I’m assuming it’s to punish me, but I just play into this position, reaching forward and arching my back so I’m as face down, ass up as a person could possibly be. I know it’s raunchy, especially for me, but I’ve been waiting for him to fuck me for months, and I’m getting frustratingly desperate.
“You’re a handful, you know that?” he whispers in my ear, leaning over me and nipping my earlobe.
“Grey,” I whine. “Just fuck me.”
“How do you expect to get what you want without asking nicely?” he asks, his voice low and gravely against my ear.
I swallow. “Please. Fuck me.”
“Only because you asked so nicely, darling,” he replies, slapping my ass hard enough to tingle slightly, turning me on even more, if that’s even possible. “Do I need a condom?”
I trust that Grey doesn’t have any STDs and I have an IUD. “I swear to God, Grey, if you don’t fuck me right this?—”
“No condom it is,” he says, interrupting me.
I feel his length against my entrance again, but this time he languidly pushes into me. He goes slowly, inch by inch, which I’m grateful for because he’s so thick. Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for has come, and I’m wet as a fucking tsunami right now. But, still, I accidentally let out a little whimper of pain because God, it just keeps coming and I’ve never been stretched this wide before, even with my past boyfriends.
“Almost there,” Grey whispers into my ear again, his tone a complete one-eighty from the demanding man a few seconds ago. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
“Of course your dick had to be massive,” I breathe out.
Grey chuckles which makes me laugh too. But my core burns at the sensation, reminding me of the fucking pipe inside of me.
“Don’t make me laugh,” I reply, trying to stay still to let my body adjust.
“You all right?” he asks. I feel his body fully pressed against mine, his dick now completely inside of me.
“Fine, just need a second.”
“I’m not surprised you’re the tightest girl in the world, Jordan. Makes sense.”
“Will you shut up?” I say, laughing again. This time it doesn’t hurt as bad. I back my ass up a little farther, pressing into him and wiggling a little. Still fine.
Grey takes the hint and gently begins rocking his hips into mine, each time moving a little more than the last until he gets to a normal rhythm.
My body rocks in time to his, the sound of our skin slapping against each other mingling with mixed moans. I feel his hand on the back of my neck, forcing me further into the bed as our bodies move together.
“You’re too hot to fuck from behind,” he says after a few more seconds, flipping me around onto my back without missing a beat. I make a quick mental note to thank Brock for the ease with which Grey’s throwing me around.
“So are you,” I say, wrapping one arm around his back and the other around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to me. His lips meet mine with fiery ardor, his mouth moving against mine in sync with his body, creating a blissful blend of sensations.
“I can’t believe I finally get to fuck you, pretty girl,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Fucking that uptight cunt of yours until you’re an absolute mess beneath me. Writhing around and moaning my name like you are now. Such a good girl.”
His dirty words in my ear are the last push I needed, collapsing into a puddle beneath him for the second time, vaguely aware of my nails digging into his back as he rides me through my orgasm.
“Shit,” he says as he pulls out, finishing on my stomach.
I’m still recovering from my two orgasms, too tired to move until I feel Grey cleaning my stomach with a warm cloth he must’ve just gone to get.
“Is that how it always is with you?” I ask, smiling at him through drowsy eyes.
“With you,” he responds, throwing himself onto the bed beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist.
We lie there in comfortable silence, the room now dark from the set sun, long enough that I’m half asleep when I hear him whisper, “Wow, we’re getting really into this whole fake dating thing.”
“Best fake sex I’ve ever had.”