55. Greyson
The day I saw True in Lucky’s for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to let go and lose myself in something the way she lost herself in music.
Now I knew. I was completely, unexpectedly and inexplicably lost in this woman.
Her control over me was just as subtle as it was undeniable.
It was the way I smiled every time I heard her voice.
It was the way she made my heart beat take on a new rhythm.
It was the way I couldn’t see the color red without thinking of her mouth on me or her hair tangled in my grip.
I knew it was over when I wanted her happiness, her safety and her pleasure in my hands.
Everywhere she was was exactly where I wanted to be. I would give myself over and over just to know she was good, and all she had to do was look at me.
I wanted her spending my money. I wanted her sleeping in my bed. I wanted her needing me.
All of that was exactly what I wanted in this moment and as long as she would have me.
“Why are you watching me instead of fucking me?” The husky notes of her voice pulled me out of my obsessive reverie and back to this room with her .
True was standing near my bedroom door, her eyes hooded and so damn dark I couldn’t help but get lost in them.
“Because if I fucked you how I wanted right now, you might think I hate you.”
Those chocolate eyes clouded with lust and her white teeth sank into her bottom lip, teasing the flesh I wanted to kiss.
With her back against the wall, the rest of her body arched naturally toward me in a silent plea.
“You can,” she whispered, voice low and firm.
Shaking my head, I pushed my hands into my pockets, relieving the tightness of the material straining around my dick.
I needed to get out of these clothes.
The only thing I wanted on me was her.
Dropping my head to one side, I noted how confident she was under my gaze.
Chest out, shoulders back, and unwavering eye contact. Even as her body called out for me.
It was sexy as fuck. It was addicting as fuck.
“I can what, Red?”
“Fuck me like you hate me.” She licked her lips, her tongue moving in a languid caress against their bow shape.
“Come here, True.”
With no hesitation, she pushed off the wall and walked over to me, hips swaying, eyes fixed on my face. In ten steps, she made it to me and stopped before our chests could touch.
Sometimes, she listened so well .
“Say that again.”
“You can fuck me like you hate me.”
My hand found the back of her neck, my grip firm and possessive. “You want that?”
True didn’t speak but nodded.
“ Words , Red.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She wet her bottom lip again and exhaled a shallow breath. “Because I like it when you’re rough with me.” She inched closer, brushing against me so her stomach grazed my erection. “I want you to be rough with me.”
With her this close, her scent filled my nose and the sound of her choppy breathing kissed my ears.
She sounded like perfection and we hadn’t even done anything yet.
I want you to be rough with me.
“I’ll say whiskey if I want you to stop,” True said.
“When did you pick a safe word?”
“This week. I want to be ready when you chase me.”
We still hadn’t talked about her boundaries, but I liked how much she wanted it. She wasn’t letting me forget that it was on the table and that made me want to give it to her more.
I inhaled again and she was all I could smell.
The more time she spent with us the more she smelled like home. I smelled Noah. I smelled me. I smelled us. It made me so damn hard every time I breathed her in.
“I fucking love you,” I confessed, my hand circling around her nape as I yanked her flush against me. “I fucking love you and the thought of you leaving drives me insane. Two hours, True. That’s how long I thought you were gone today, and I lost my fucking mind. You can’t leave. We can buy a house in King’s Town if you want to be close to your parents.”
Her gaze softened.
“Or I’ll redecorate the guest room so you can have your own space. We’ll upgrade your cabin. Whatever you want, True. I swear to God, whatever you want. You know Noah will build you anything you want. Just don’t leave. Say you won’t leave.”
I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. I didn’t care if she said she loved me back. All I needed was for her to tell me she wasn’t leaving.
She didn’t say it, but she did brush against me again, melting into my touch.
“True…” I needed her to say it. And mean it.
“I’m right here, Greyson. I’m not going anywhere.”
Relief flooded me as I unclenched my jaw.
“Get on the bed.” I released my hold on her abruptly and she stumbled before steadying herself to climb into the center of my bed.
Leaning up on her elbows, she watched me, waiting for her next command.
But it never came because I wanted to do the rest.
I wanted to work her tights down over her wide hips.
I wanted to bunch her skirt around her waist.
I wanted to pull her sweater off so she was left only in her bra.
And when I did all that, I stepped back, my dick hard and my chest tight.
She was so damn beautiful.
“Take off your panties, Red.”
Arousal made everything on me taut and tight to the point of discomfort, but instead of chasing a quick release, I took my time and waited for True to obey my command.
Biting her lip, she lifted up and wiggled out of the damp scrap of fabric. Then she dangled them from her fingers, waiting for me to pounce. When I did, a slow smile took over her face. I stuffed the panties in my pocket and put one knee on the bed.
She stared up at me while I worked my belt free from its loops. Slowly, I undid the button of my slacks and her face fell in the most perfect pout. She was fucking needy. She didn’t even have to make a sound and I could read it all over her.
True shifted on the bed, her legs spreading wide. “I need you, Greyson.”
She had no idea how much I needed her. Swearing under my breath, I shoved my pants and boxers down just enough to free my dick, smirking when True’s eyes tracked the hand stroking my length.
I was on top of her without another word, my dick bobbing between us as I kissed the startled gasp off her lips.
Grabbing her face, I kissed her until I needed air. And then I kissed her some more, my teeth grazing her lips, my tongue sucking her tongue.
True kept arching into me, smearing the precum leaking from my tip all over her pretty thighs.
“You’re so fucking greedy, True.” My tongue snaked around hers. “I love that about you.”
Lazily, I ground against her, loving the involuntary bow of her back off the bed, the way her legs spread wider and the way she held me tighter. Her fingers latched on to my waist, holding me in place while I gave her the friction she needed.
Her eyes rolled back.
Her face contorted.
Her hips rolled to meet my touch.
As much as I loved teasing her, as much as I wanted to draw this out, I needed to be inside of her or I was going to fall apart.
Lifting my hips, I drove forward, notched against her entrance. She was so wet, the head slipped in without much guidance.
One languid stroke and I was seated inside of her.
One deep breath and I needed ten more.
One whimper from True and I wanted to make her scream.
I pulled out and drove into her with a punishing thrust. Her lids fell and ecstasy washed over her face.
“Greyson, yes. Fuck yes.”
She rocked back against every stroke I gave her, her walls clamped tight around my shaft.
I wanted to be deeper, so I fucked her deeper, pushing her knees up by her ears while I pounded into her. Again and again.
She took it so well, her pussy gripping me and soaking me in her wetness.
“Fuck…True.” I slowed down to watch my dick glide in and out of her. True whined because the shallow thrusts weren’t giving her what she needed, but I was mesmerized by how wet my dick was every time I pulled out of her.
Dropping my hold on her knees, I let her hook her legs around me, her heels digging into my lower back to pull me deeper.
I was as deep as I could get in this position and True’s face contorted, her eyes rolling every time I rolled my hips. “That feel good, Red?”
“Mhmm,” she moaned.
My next five thrusts stole her words. The five after that stole her breath.
I didn’t stop fucking her until the only sound was me driving in and out of her, my skin against her skin, her wetness coating me in every possible way.
That pretty mouth was closed. Those gorgeous eyes were barely opened. And her hold on me was so tight it felt like we were in the same skin.
“Look how good you take this dick. That’s all you wanted from me?” I thrust again, rubbing against her clit before I pulled out. “This all you wanted, True?“
“Greysonnn.”
“Where are you going, True?” I fucked into her until my chest burned, then I repeated my question. “Where the fuck are you going, True?”
“Nowhere,” she cried, her voice uneven on the two simple syllables.
“You’re not leaving?”
“I’m not leaving.” She swallowed, her eyes fluttering open enough to dance over my face. “I’m not going anywhere, Greyson.”
“That’s right.” I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth with a need to claim every part of her. “You’re already where you’re supposed to be, Red. I wanna give you fucking everything. You deserve everything. Just let me give it to you.”
True’s only answer was milking my dick as she gave in to her orgasm. She came so hard it made me come. I lost my cadence, lost my control. My muscles stiffened while I came undone. No sounds registered to my ears except the sounds of her whimpering. No feeling was worth feeling more than the grip she had around my dick. I was lost in her and I couldn’t stop coming.
“Greyson,” she sobbed, throwing her arms around my shoulders to hide her face in my neck.
Kissing the side of her head, my fingers dug into the flesh at her hip, kneading and caressing while I pumped inside of her one more time. “I fucking adore you, True. I always will.”