Chapter 17 #3
Dim mood lighting automatically turns on when Gregory opens the large, white double doors into the enormous main room.
It’s a bachelor pad, no mistaking. There’s a lingering scent of hardwood floor polish and leather interiors.
The brilliant-white walls contrast the black, leather furniture and the hanging art is abstract, emotionless.
The lounge is a huge open space with a breakfast bar and kitchen to one end, two doors to adjoining rooms at the other and a spiral staircase in the middle, close to the door where I’m standing.
One black, marble sculpture of a naked torso rests on a tall, coliseum-style podium, a feature piece almost central in the room.
The night’s stars are visible through the wall of windows that runs the periphery of the apartment, giving a panoramic view of the lights of London’s bridges and skyscrapers, a burnt-orange dot-to-dot over the city.
‘It feels like stepping into a dream,’ I say, walking to the vast glass panes, towering above the bustling city. ‘You really do love the high life.’
The rising hairs on my skin tell me he’s moved closer to me. I turn to him, primal lust whirring inside me.
‘It makes me feel closer to God,’ he says with a smirk.
‘Makes you feel closer to God or makes you feel like you are God? It’s an important distinction.’
His smirk dissipates and he’s staring at me, deadly serious. ‘Why’s that?’
‘Because you don’t look like you’re having very holy thoughts right now.’
‘Are you?’
‘I’m having the most ungodly thoughts I’ve ever had in my life.’
I turn back to the window to shield my blushes. He steps behind me, so close that I can feel his heated breath on my neck. He takes my bag from my hand and casts it onto the sofa. His firm pecs press against my back and he kisses the skin behind my ear, down to the hollow between my collarbones.
‘Tell me.’
I lean into his chest, reaching my arms back, dragging my fingers through his hair.
‘Tell me what you want, Scarlett.’
He trails kisses, one after another, down my neckline to the top of my back. I watch his faint reflection in the glass, following his every move.
‘I want you.’ Admitting it aloud sends heat exactly where I want him to be.
He traces a finger down the length of my spine and follows it with his lips.
I whimper under his touch. I wanted him to take me out of my head. He’s doing it.
He pushes the thin straps of my dress over my arms, the material falling to the floor, pooling at my feet. His hands and arms are warm against my bare waist, exposed in only a stocking ensemble and heels.
‘Where do you want me, baby?’
I reach behind me, digging my nails into his thighs.
Holding my chin in his hand, he forces me to look at our reflection. ‘Show me where you want me.’
I move my hand over his on my stomach and slide it south until his fingers cup me over my lace thong, all the while watching the erotic sight of two strangers in the window.
It feels bold, brazen, another moment that’s far outside my comfort zone.
Yet, I groan as he firms his hold, pressing my swollen lips against my clit, sending thrills through my core.
With his hands on my shoulders, he turns me to him, Gregory Ryans, in his fine tailoring with his stunning intensity.
The way his hungry eyes take in each curve of my body makes me feel more woman than I’ve ever felt.
More confident. My fingers trace the line of his jaw and I press my chest against him, feeling the delicious chafe of his shirt against my stiff nipples.
Our lips crash against each other fiercely and I swallow the vibrations of his moan when his tongue meets mine.
We match each other stroke for stroke, lapping, sucking and biting frantically.
My need to have him throbs between my legs.
The touch of his warm, wet mouth on my neck has me throwing my head back, baring my skin to him, wanting more.
He cups my naked breasts in his hands as his tongue moves across my collarbone and I gasp as he tweaks the hard tips between his finger and thumb.
Then he moves his mouth over the sensitive skin, sucking hard before pulling the end through his teeth on an animalistic growl.
The wicked sensation of pain and delicious pleasure makes my back arch, my breaths heavy.
‘You like that.’
I run my tongue across my thirsty lips. ‘It’s news to me, too.’
My hands grope his toned chest. Impatient to see what’s beneath his clothes and feel his skin on mine, I push his blazer to the floor.
Looking down to where the fabric of his trousers is pulled tight across his bulging package, I loosen his belt then the button of his trousers with trembling fingers.
My boldness rises with every move and sound of satisfaction I drag from him.
Unfastening his shirt, I trail slow kisses from his chest to his navel, finding the strength to maintain control.
I push the smooth cotton back and down his arms, taking a moment to appreciate his sublime, lean torso, his toned muscles beneath olive skin, the trail of hair leading to exactly where I want to go.
Every one of my senses is in overdrive. This can’t be real. This apartment. This man. He wants me and in this moment, I think there’s no price I wouldn’t pay to have him. Nothing I wouldn’t give .
He traces my collarbone with his lips, his tongue sweetly licking my charged skin as he kicks off his shoes.
A breathy moan leaves his chest as I slip my hand inside his trousers, cupping his solidness over his tight boxers.
The sight of him, looking at me through lust-filled, hooded eyes drives the muscles inside my sex crazy.
Keeping my eyes on his, I bend to my knees, taking his trousers down with me, and remove his socks.
His chest rises with a heavy breath and he leans his head back.
I take his boxers in my teeth and slowly lift them from his hips, praying I can pull off this move.
Relieved, surprised and turned on beyond belief when his hard cock is exposed.
It matches his body – long, wide. I have no idea whether I’ll be able to accept it but anticipation has me licking my lips.
His index finger lifts my chin so I’m looking into his seductive browns.
Following my gaze, I stand, rubbing my pelvis against his shaft as I rise.
The tip of his length grazes my clit, driving me to a place beyond desperation.
My head is spinning and the only thing that’s clear to me is how much I need him to fill me.
‘Like what you see?’ His words are deep, sultry.
‘Fuck me, Gregory.’
In a swift change of pace, he pushes me back against the window and pins my wrists above my head with one hand.
With the entire city beneath us, he kisses me passionately, pressing his body against mine, growling as his hips circle against my pelvis.
My legs part to allow his erection between them.
With his free hand, he feels his way through my labia, his movement smooth against the slick flesh, and teases my taut knot with the head of his cock.
Then he holds my face with a hand on my neck and takes my mouth, his tongue swirling around mine with the same purposeful, controlled rhythm of his gyrating hips.
Everything that attracted me to him – power, danger, control – I want to unravel. I want to be the woman who takes a wrecking ball to his shield. Cliché doesn’t make it any less true.
Unlike in every other part of my life, I want to lose myself. I want to relent control to him. ‘Now, please.’
He traces his fingertips down my body, every nerve ending tingling in their wake, and cups my sex, stroking his fingers through my centre, driving the air from my lungs.
He stares deep into my eyes as he moves his fingers to his mouth and sucks my wetness from them the way he took the juice of my strawberry just hours ago.
My hips rise at the sight of him indulging in my taste. I’m close to orgasm just watching him.
‘You taste so fucking good, Scarlett.’
My eyes close and I swallow, trying to suppress the burning need. Then two fingers thrust inside me and as my breaths come thick and fast, his thumb moves over my clit, lifting me to the brink.
‘You’re drenched.’
I open my eyes, watching him through the haze of ferocious hunger. ‘I want you inside me.’
I’ve never uttered those words or been so direct about my intent in my life.
I’ve never known Gregory, or anyone like him.
He withdraws his fingers and crashes his lips against me. ‘I need to get something.’
He pushes back from me, leaving me craving more. I’m too desperate. Too close to the edge. Grabbing his forearm, I pull him to me. ‘I can’t wait. I’m clean and on birth control.’
It’s reckless. It’s not like me. But I have to have him now.
‘Fuck.’ He growls into my mouth, grinding his pelvis against me. ‘Do you know what a fucking turn on it is to know I’m going to feel you around me with nothing between us?’
I push my fingers into his hair and pull, yanking him to my mouth, my tongue attacking his. ‘Now.’
He lifts my leg to his waist. ‘I’m clean, too, but not on birth control.’
I smirk but my amusement is short lived. With one hard, punishing drive, he crashes into me, reaching the end of me with a strike of decadent pain. I throw my head back on a cry of satisfaction as he consumes me, mind and body, transcending euphoria.
‘Jesus, Scarlett, you’re so tight.’ He holds us still. ‘Give yourself a chance to adjust.’ His words are a croak, betraying his outward control.
I look down to see where he’s entered me, the sight so erotic, my muscles clamp down on his erection, held on the precipice.
Leaning forwards, my teeth find his chest. Then he begins to move, withdrawing slowly, stroking the hidden spot that no other man has ever found.
He crashes forwards, the shock driving me wild, my panting breaths drawing my world to a blur.
As he pulls out and pounds back into me, his breaths come hot and heavy against my neck.
‘Fuck, Scarlett. You’re so beautiful.’
I wrap my tongue around his and groan into his mouth as the next blow comes. He lifts my leg higher on his waist, the angle pulling him against the most sensitive part of my wall. My hips rise to meet each thrust and my back bows, every muscle in my body tensing.
‘Gregory, I’m going to come.’
He bites my neck. ‘I know baby, I can feel you.’ His words and relentless rhythm build me to climax. His solid cock swells inside me, then I can feel him starting to pulse as my muscles spasm around him.
‘Gregory!’
He withdraws and smashes into me again. ‘Let go, baby. Give it up for me.’
My world spirals out of control as my orgasm takes over my body. As my head crashes back against the window, I call out his name and feel him release, pouring himself into me on a round of expletives. My hips rock of their own volition, squeezing everything from him, exhausting me.
‘I didn’t know it could be like that,’ I mumble into his shoulder.
I might have fought it but now I’ve had him. I’ve broken all my rules and there’ll be no going back from Gregory Ryans.
He lowers my leg to the ground and rests his chin against my temple. I pull his body into mine and kiss his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as our breathing calms. He turns his head and places his lips on mine, then runs his fingers down the side of my body, leaving goose pimples in their wake.
‘That was worth the wait,’ I tell him.
‘I’m not even close to done with you yet, Scarlett.’
He withdraws his length, stroking my sensitive skin as he exits.
That small act keeping me high, making me want more.
In one smooth move, he grips my arse cheeks, my legs hooking onto his svelte hips, and carries me through the lounge.
I tug his hair and work my lips down his temple as he takes us upstairs and into his bedroom.
Dim blue floor lights illuminate the room.
As he places me down, the leather sleigh bed rests against my calves and he nudges my shoulder until I fall back onto the luxurious sheets.
I writhe against the smooth satin until he bends my legs and slides me back up the bed, removing my heels one at a time, then taking his time to roll down my stockings.
His fingers trail unhurriedly down to my navel.
I want to tell him to stop, to let me clean, but the sight of him crawling between my legs, his strong body hovering over me, the continued excitement of his cock, drive my salacious thoughts. My body is ready for him again.
His tongue is caressing my clit before I can say stop. My breaths are sporadic and take me to a light-headed state of sheer, indulgent gratification. My body stiffens. My chest rises. My hips move in time with his tongue.
I throw my hands above my head and grip the frame of the bed as impending pleasure takes control of my body.
I want him inside me.
Like he’s tuned into me, his fingers slip through the evidence of our first round and stroke the most responsive part of my wall. I sweat under the pressure of his touch and the feel of his tongue; he keeps going until screams escape me.
‘Show me how much you want it, baby.’
Another orgasm attacks each of my senses, overpowering me.
I open my eyes to see him kneeling over me, deliciously self-assured.
Locking my legs around his waist, I roll us until he’s lying on his back.
I straddle him and watch him, captivated by the change in his face as I lean one hand back and run a finger from the bottom of his sack to the tip of his hard-on.
I grab him in my hand and move my hips in time with the movement of my fist.
‘I want to come inside you again,’ he groans.
His hands grip my hips tight and raise me so I can slide down on top of him. My head falls back as I delight in the feel of him against my tender insides. He growls when I start to move around him and his fingers dig further into my flesh.
Circling, rising and pushing back down on to him, I build us both, relishing in the power of giving this to him.
His body stiffens.
He reaches up, grabbing my breasts and flicking his thumbs over their hard ends. It’s too much.
I fall forwards and kiss his lips, tasting myself on him.
He rolls me onto my back and thrusts harder, faster, until I think I might faint. Then he slams one hand onto the bedframe and with one last thrust, his rhythm falters and finally it’s my turn to see him come undone.