CHAPTER 22
OLIVIA
I look at Grayson like he’s grown two heads.
And then I burst out laughing. Not like a demure, girly laugh either. No. I throw my head back and howl like a full-blown maniac.
I know this man did not just come in here and demand I take off my dress.
Grayson stands in the same spot unmoving as I double over, fighting for breath as tears stream from the corners of my eyes. “Something funny?”
I look up at him through watery eyes. “Yeah. You. Coming in here with that macho bullshit,” I poke a finger in my chest and lower my voice as deep as possible in my hysterical state, “Me Tarzan. You Jane. Take off your dress.”
I can’t contain my laughter as he takes a menacing step towards me, and I back away slowly. He stalks me, his eyes darkening with every step, until I have nowhere else to go. I crash into the kitchen counter and a tormenting smirk curls his lips as he closes the distance between us. Grayson grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing his face close to mine as he growls, “I should fuck the foul right out of your pretty little mouth.”
I meet him nose to nose, finding my confidence as I keep my eyes steady on his. “I dare you,” I challenge right before he crushes his mouth against mine.
His kiss is fierce. Hungry. And it takes only a second for my body to submit. I go lax against him, and he wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me before turning and striding towards my bedroom. I wrap my arms around his neck and ravage him with matching urgency. He bites down on my bottom lip, and I release a needy cry as wetness pools between my legs.
He tears his lips away from mine before launching me onto my bed. I land with a sharp gasp, and look up at him in shock, ready to argue with him, but the look on his face has me snapping my mouth shut.
He looks angry.
Grayson unbuckles his belt, yanking it through the loopholes with such force it makes a cracking sound. I swallow thickly. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
He grips my wrists in one hand and uses the other to loop the belt around them before lifting my arms above my head and repeating the process around the poles on my bed. I squirm, rubbing my thighs together in a bid to find some kind of relief from the violent pulsing in my core.
He steps back and pulls his t-shirt over his head. I moan.
Jesus fucking Christ the man is ripped.
The dark tattoos on his arm continue across his shoulder and over his right peck. A light smattering of hair in the centre of his chest that trails down the middle of chiselled abs before disappearing beneath the top of his boxers .
I watch, enraptured as he unbuttons his jeans. He removes them and stands at the foot of my bed in nothing but his underwear. The thick outline in the front of his Calvins has my breaths coming quicker in anticipation.
Grayson reaches down and squeezes the length. “See what you do to me? Prancing around in your short dress. Bending over in front of me. Flashing me that sweet little ass. You’ve been teasing me all day, Blue.”
Holy fucking shit.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his chest rising and falling with measured breaths.
“Yes,” I pant. I’ve never been so turned on in my whole life, and the man hasn’t even touched me yet. My panties are ruined and I’m pretty sure a light breeze touching my nipple would make me come right now.
“Good.” Grayson grips my ankle and yanks me towards him. A breath rushes out of me at the suddenness, but I say nothing in fear of snapping him out of whatever spell he’s under right now. The man before me is unrecognisable. And I fucking love it.
He folds my dress over to reveal the white lace thong I’m wearing, and groans before gripping the fabric and pulling. They snap easily and before I can register what he’s done, he pry’s my legs apart, exposing my soaked pussy to him.
He looks up at me and smiles sardonically. He looks unhinged. Undone. Wild . “Two can play that game, baby.”
“Oh, God.” I cry as he dives in without warning. His tongue lashes against my clit in violent strokes and my body bows off the bed. My thighs clench shut, trapping his head between them and he wraps an arm under each leg, pulling them open.
It’s intense. My body tries to fight against the sensation building rapidly as he ravages me with purpose. My vision blurs and my hands grip the poles of the headboard as he plunges his tongue into me, fucking me with it before flicking my clit with his finger.
“Oh fuck, fuck…”
He groans against me, sending thousands of tiny vibrations shooting through my core and I throw my head back, overcome with pleasure. I’m so close. The tingling builds at the base of my spine and spreads down through my legs to the tips of my toes. I curl them into the sheets as I raise my hips and grind my pussy against his face.
He nips and sucks my clit, sliding a long digit inside of me and curling it against my g-spot, and I cry out. My core clenches as the sensation crescendos and I pull against the restraints, the leather grating against my skin as I grow nearer to the edge of the cliff.
I’m on the precipice, ready to go hurtling over the side of it, free falling into the abyss just as Grayson pulls back.
My chest heaves violently as I fall back against the bed, my body coiled tight with the need to cum. “What are you doing?”
He says nothing as he crawls over my body. He rolls my dress up the remainder of my body, exposing my white strapless lace bra that matched the panties he went all caveman on, and he pauses, his head tilting in a mocking gesture. “Hmm. Matching. It’s almost like you knew I’d see them.”
“I didn’t wear them for you, asshole.” I counter, my voice full of attitude and it earns me a cunning smile.
“Is that right?” He brings a hand down, running a finger through my soaked folds before holding it up between us. “Then who is this for?”
I release a sound that’s halfway between a moan and a growl before bucking my hips against him. He laughs darkly before gripping my dress once more and rolling it the rest of the way up my body and across my eyes like a makeshift blindfold.
Everything goes black and my heart thunders against my ribcage as I wait with bated breath for what Grayson will do next. I feel the bed shift under me as he reaches around and unclasps my bra and pulls it from my body. I hear it land somewhere in the bedroom before his warm mouth closes around a nipple. He sucks the bud gently, taking his time as he swirls his tongue around it, driving me wild with need. He releases it with a pop before moving to the other and repeating the action. He does this over and over until I’m a writhing mess. “Please, Gray,”
Grayson ignores me, moving down my body slowly. His beard scrapes against my torso and his breath floats across my skin in the most maddening of ways. I lift my hips, searching for what, I don’t know. I just know I need release. And I need it now.
“Grayson, please,” I cry, and tears gather in the corners of my eyes.
“So pretty when you beg for me, Blue.” He coos, his hot breath fanning against my hip. He bites the spot, and I gasp at the sharp sting before he soothes it with his tongue.
“It’s maddening, isn’t it?” Bite . Lick . He rubs the tip of his finger against my clit. “When you want something so bad, but it’s just out of reach,” Bite . Lick . My breathing picks up as he teases my opening before pushing inside slowly. “It makes you feel weak. Out of control.” Bite. Lick. “Your body craves it.” A tear rolls down my cheek. “That is what I feel every time you walk in the room.”
A sob escapes me as he places a soft kiss over every bite mark before pulling back. His finger is replaced by the head of his cock, but he doesn’t push inside. “Do you want me to stop, Liv? ”
I shake my head with a whispered, “No.”
“Good girl.” He sinks into me in one thrust and we both release a long moan. He pulls back out slowly before pushing all the way back in with more force and I cry out. I wish I could see him. See the look in his eye as he fucks me.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Grayson pulls the dress from over my eyes, and I blink against the harsh light. He leans over me, his eyes molten as he fucks me with slow, sensuous thrusts.
I don’t know what the fucks happening right now, but it’s too much. Too intense. I close my eyes and cling to him as he continues to move inside of me.
“Eyes on me, Liv.” His voice is hoarse. Thick with emotion and I squeeze my eyes closed tighter.
“Open your eyes, Olivia.” I do as I’m told, keeping my eyes on his as he picks up the pace. His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me again and again. The headboard bangs against the wall, but I’m too far gone. Lost to the sensation building back up inside of me.
My arms scream at me to be cut loose, but all I can focus on is the look on Grayson’s face as he fucks me with reckless abandon. The way his pupils dilate as he watches me. The small furrow in his brow. The light sheen of sweat building on his forehead.
The only sounds in the room are our synchronised moans and the slapping of our skin as he bottoms out again and again. My legs begin to shake and my core clenches around his thick length.
He slides a hand between us and pinches my clit, and I hold my breath as stars explode behind my eyes as I plummet over the edge.
My walls clamp down around him in a vice grip and my ears ring. Grayson releases a low groan as he stills, spilling his release inside of me before collapsing on top of me in a pile of sweaty limbs.
“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe right before I pass out.