CHAPTER 13
GRAYSON
O livia’s lips meet mine on a gasp and I take the opportunity to thrust my tongue into her mouth. The desperation in her kiss matches mine and I groan, wrapping a fist into her hair to pull her closer.
Her damp body crushes against mine, heat radiating from every pore as she grinds her towel clad body against mine, brushing up against the stone hard erection I’ve been painfully sporting since we were in the bar.
I made it all the way to the same dark road I made a U-turn on earlier before I turned my ass around and drove back here. I freaked out in the bar. It’s been so long since I’d touched a woman, craved one, and the feeling overwhelmed me.
The moment Liv walked away from me I knew I’d fucked up. I can’t give her what my brother gave Savannah – what she deserves. And although she said she isn’t looking for more, I don’t want to hurt her.
Before I lost Rueben and became a recluse in my own mind, I spent a lot of time with a lot of different women. In that time, I learned a very valuable lesson; when a woman says she’s not looking for more, it’s a lie. I’ve fallen into that trap more times than I care to admit, and I’m not proud of it.
Despite all of that, here I am with my lips pressed against Liv’s, her tight little body, still damp with sweat from the orgasm she just gave herself, grinding against mine.
I walk her backwards until her legs bump against the side of her bed and release her, pushing her onto her back. She lets out a surprised gasp as she lands that turns into a squeal as I grip her ankle and pull her towards me.
“You know, I was just coming back here to apologise,” I tell her as she watches me, her chest rising and falling with fast, heavy breaths. “But this is a much better idea.”
I drop to my knees between her legs, her towel having risen from being dragged to the edge of the bed, and before she can open her fucking smartass mouth with a snarky retort, I dive in.
I run my tongue against her. Once. Twice. Before sucking her clit between my teeth, and nibble gently causing her hips to buck off the bed. I reach my arm around the leg that’s hooked over my shoulder and splay a hand across her abdomen, holding her down as I continue my torture against her sensitive bud.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers and my lips twitch with an almost smile.
Not so fucking mouthy now, are you, Blue?
I pull back slightly and blow a soft breath over her wetness, watching as her clit pulsates with the need for release. Liv attempts to raise her hips, searching for my mouth, but I hold her down harder, bringing my other hand up to spread her and sliding just the tip of my finger in. I tease her, withdrawing my finger over and over to keep her teetering on the edge .
“Gray, please,” she cries softly, and I snap my eyes up to her, watching as her face twists in a mix of pain and pleasure.
She’s so pretty when she begs.
I push my finger in further, her warmth enveloping me, and I curl it, pressing against that spot deep inside her. She throws her head back on a moan and I flick my tongue against her clit once before pulling back again.
I feel her walls begin to tighten around me, and I know she’s close. Her moans become louder, breaths choppier as she begins to lose control, and I hold back a sardonic smile as I remove my finger from her completely and stand.
Liv’s eyes open, narrowing on me. “What the fuck?”
I smirk, slowly unbuttoning my jeans. She watches my movements as I pull a condom from my wallet and undress, a hungry look replacing the disdain from seconds ago.
“On your hands and knees.” I demand, barely recognising my own voice.
I expect her to argue as anger flashes in her eyes, but she does as she’s told and flips over, her towel falling away completely and baring her golden skin to me.
I cover my dick with the condom, squeezing the base slightly to keep from coming at just the sight of her ass in the air. I rub the head of my cock between her folds before lining up with her entrance and pushing inside with one hard thrust.
“Oh God.” Liv cries, her hands fisting the sheets as her body falls into the bed from the force of the move and I grip her hips, lifting her and pulling her back against me. My balls tighten at the warmth of her around me and I know this isn’t going to last as long as I want it to.
I pull out slowly, watching my dick slide from her before thrusting back to the hilt. I repeat the motion a few times, dragging it out, wanting to drive her as crazy as she drives me.
Liv let’s out a frustrated sound before taking matters into her own hands. She dips her head, her breasts rubbing against the comforter on her bed and begins moving, twerking on my fucking dick just like she twerked on Bella in the bar earlier, and I watch her, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head.
Fuck .
She takes control, pushing back against me and I let her, keeping my hips completely still as she takes exactly what she needs from me, fucking me relentlessly. Her moans grow louder, mixing with the grunts spilling from my lips.
I dig my fingers into her hips and clench my jaw as the familiar, but long forgotten tingling begins at the base of my spine.
“Fuck,” I grunt, meeting her thrust for thrust, losing all sense of control. I’m wild with need as we move in perfect synchronicity. Like a well-rehearsed dance between two people and not two near strangers exploring each other for the first time.
I fuck her like I hate her. Letting her feel the rage she ignites in me so easily. My movements are punishing, my grip on her hips harsh and she takes everything I give her.
My skin is slick with sweat and my legs threaten to give out as Liv throws her head back and screams, her pussy clenching my dick so tight I see stars. The muscles in my abs tense, balls drawing up tight as I curl my body over hers, my chest against her back. I still, spilling into the condom on a long groan.
We stay there, catching our breaths as tremors wrack Liv’s body. Her skin is warm beneath me, and I close my eyes, relishing the feel of another body against mine after so long.
Several minutes pass before I pull away, shivering as my still sensitive dick slides out of her, and I discard of the condom in the small trashcan in the corner of her room before I begin to dress myself.
Regret filters in once again and I don’t look at her as I pull on my shoes. Last time I did that, she could see it clearly in my eyes.
I don’t regret coming back here. I don’t regret fucking her. I regret that this is all I’m capable of.
The silence is heavy between us.
What the fuck am I meant to say? Thanks for the sex, but it won’t be happening again . I don’t think that’d go down too well.
As much as I want to do that again, I won’t. I can’t. For both our sakes. We just needed to get it out of our systems. Get past the sexual tension that’s been present between us since we first met. Now that we have, we can move on.
I see Liv stand and move towards her dresser from the corner of my eye and I finally risk a glance at her. Her eyes meet mine as she pulls an oversized t-shirt over her head, and I see it in her eyes.
She already knows.