CHAPTER 32
OLIVIA
S hortly after the men rudely interrupted our girls’ night, Savannah conveniently became tired and decided to go home early. Although, I have a sneaking suspicion that her early departure had nothing to do with being tired and everything to do with the cowboy whispering dirty words in her ear and making her blush like a teenage girl.
So, now it’s just the six of us and our night has gone from fun to awkward real quick. Killian looks like his jaw is about to snap every time he looks in Daisy’s direction while she does everything in her power to avoid looking at him at all. Bella and Noah are still fighting, so every time he attempts to talk to her, she changes the subject, talking over him as if she never heard him speak at all. And I’m actively trying to think of an excuse to get the hell out of here, so I don’t have to spend another second in tense silence.
I can feel Graysons eyes on me, much like they have been since the moment he arrived, and it makes me squirm. I had seen the hunger in his gaze as soon as I approached him and I’ve been trying to ignore the pulsing need in my core, but as soon as his hand lands on my thigh under the table, I can’t take it any longer.
I turn my head to look at him, noting the tiny smirk on his lips and whisper, “get me out of here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, standing abruptly and tossing some dollar bills on the table.
“Do you girls’ need a ride home?” he asks Daisy and Bella, and I almost stomp my foot right there. I love them to death, and I feel guilty for leaving them in this awkward situation but if I don’t get this man alone soon, I may combust.
I give them a pleading look that Bella quickly picks up on and she narrows her eyes at me in a ‘you owe me’ glare before replying, “we’re fine.”
“See you at home,” I say, followed by a mouthed, “thank you,” before turning on my heel and walking towards the exit.
The cool night air does nothing to dull the heat building inside of me as I hightail it to the dark truck parked at the back of the parking lot. I can hear the crunch of gravel under Graysons boots as he gains on me from behind and the hairs on the back of my neck rise in anticipation.
I’ve just reached the passenger door when he grips my wrist and spins me to face him. His eyes blaze with fire as he cups my face, running a thumb along my bottom lip. “This fucking lipstick,” he growls, grinding his hard length against me and showing me exactly what it does to him.
I smirk. “You like it?”
“I’d like it more smeared all over my cock,” he rasps, and my breath hitches as ideas begin to form in my mind. He must see the intention in my eyes because he gives one firm shake of his head. “Get in the truck. ”
My face drops with disappointment, but I do as he says and climb into the truck. He closes the door and rounds the front before climbing in the drivers side and tearing out of the car park.
We drive in charged silence as Grayson navigates the dark roads, and I’m so wound up that it takes longer than it should to realise that we’ve come off the road completely and are surrounded by thick trees. The ground beneath us is bumpy and I sit up straighter as a clearing opens up in front of us, the headlights of the truck illuminating a row of wooden benches.
He kills the engine, blanketing us in complete darkness and I open my mouth to ask where we are, but Grayson unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me towards him unexpectedly. I let out a small gasp that is quickly cut off as his lips crash against mine.
His tongue thrusts inside my mouth and I welcome it. He tastes of beer mixed with a little mint and that combined with the smell of his aftershave drives me wild. His hands grip my hips as I climb across the centre console and into his lap. He wraps one hang around the back of my neck, keeping his lips locked on mine in a fierce kiss as he pushes his hardening cock up into me.
I grind my hips back and forth against him, searching for the friction I so desperately need, but with two layers of denim between us its not enough. I need more.
I let out a sound of frustration and Grayson pulls back breathless. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“I need you to touch me, Gray,” I half whimper, half moan.
“Tell me where, baby,” he rasps, trailing kisses down my throat. I drop my head back to give him better access and bring my hands between us to unlace my corset, letting the denim fall from my body. The air is cold against my skin, making my nipple pebble and I swirl a thumb over one of the sensitive buds. “Here,” I whisper, and Grayson wastes no time before sucking it into his mouth. His tongue is warm and wet against my skin as he laps at me and I moan, falling back against the steering wheel.
He moves to the other side, giving the other nipple the same attention as his hands roam my body. The rough callouses on his palms rasp against my skin, sending tiny electric currents through me, straight to my core.
Grayson lifts me from his lap like I weigh nothing, depositing me on my back on the bench seat and pulls my boots off one at a time. He reaches for the buttons on my jeans next, removing them along with my underwear and leaving me bare.
The moonlight glints off his eyes as they rake over my naked body hungrily and I fight the urge to squirm. “You’re so fucking perfect,” Grayson whispers so quietly I almost think I’ve imagined it.
“Gray,” I whimper, my patience waning.
“So needy,” he smirks with a shake of his head before running one rough hand from my foot up my leg until he reaches my thigh. The sensation of his skin against mine is like a live wire to my very core and my hips involuntarily rise from the seat in search of his skilled fingers.
He doesn’t make me wait long before his thumb grazes my clit, and I arch my back as pleasure shoots through me.
Grayson keeps his eyes on mine as he makes slow, torturous circles on my clit and pushes the tip of his finger into me. I release a breathy moan. He holds steady with his rhythm, driving me wild with barely-there touches until I’m coiled so tight I can barely breathe.
I gyrate my hips, attempting to gain more friction but he shakes his head and fucking tsks at me as he uses his free hand to hold me still .
One thing that I’ve learned in the time since we started doing this, he loves to fucking torture me.
“Grayson,” I cry needily.
He cocks his head. “Yeah, blue?”
“I need to cum.”
He gives me that fucking smirk of his as he flicks his eyes down to where his fingers are between my thighs and continues his ministrations as if I hadn’t spoken.
My eyes roll as he applies more pressure against my clit and pushes a second finger into me, curling them against the spot inside of me that has stars exploding behind my eyes as I go tumbling over the edge.
My toes curl as I cry out into the cab of his truck. His fingers move faster as everything inside of me tightens and I dig my nails into the leather seat beneath me as I come completely undone.
He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, gripping my hips and lifting me into his lap again. He must have undone his jeans at some point because his cock slams into me in one punishing thrust. The fullness is unexpected, and I suck in a sharp breath at the slight sting as he pushes me down on top of him.
We both still as we adjust to the feeling and Grayson’s body twitches beneath me with the effort of his restraint. I let my body relax and after a few seconds the stinging sensation morphs into a more pleasurable one and I slowly lift my hips.
“Fuck,” Grayson whispers as his eyes drop to the spot between us where we’re connected. He watches as I rise to the very tip before dropping back down into his lap, taking him all the way back inside.
His fingers dig into my hips, and I smile at the thought of the fresh bruises that I’ll likely find there tomorrow as a reminder. There’s something incredibly sexy about this man leaving his mark on my body.
I keep my movements slow, wanting to return his earlier torture and I see the fire blazing in his eyes, the way his jaw ticks as he tries his hardest not to lose control and fuck me the way he wants to. “It’s maddening, isn’t it?” I throw his question from the day he edged me back at him and his head falls back against the headrest.
“When you want something so bad, but it’s just out of reach,” I breath against his neck as I lean forward, grinding my hips against him. The position has him buried deep inside of me, causing a thin layer of sweat to form at the base of my spine, and as much as I want to give in and ride the cowboy, I don’t. Instead, I sit back against the steering wheel and look him in the eyes as I bring one hand between us and begin rubbing small circles on my clit.
Graysons breathing picks up, his chest rising and falling with panted breaths as he watches me play with myself. His dick twitches inside of me and I smirk as I roll my head with a moan. “You know,” I look into his hooded eyes in challenge, “I could make myself cum just like this and leave you right on the edge.”
His face darkens. “Liv,” his voice is unrecognisable.
My fingers don’t stop. I circle them faster as the orgasm builds deep inside of me. I bring my other hand up to one of my tits and pinch my overly sensitive nipple. “I’m so close, Gray,” I say on a moan.
His fingers dig deeper, and I know I’ve got him. He lets out an animalistic growl as he lifts me and slams me back down. My body falls forward from the sudden force and I grip his shoulders as he thrusts up into me over and over.
The cab of the truck is filled with nothing but our moans and the sound of our skin colliding as he fucks me with reckless abandon until I fall right over the edge and into the abyss.
“Oh fuck,” I cry as my back arches, and I explode. My vision goes black as every muscle in my body tenses with the force of the orgasm. My inner walls spasm around him, holding him in place and he holds my body against his as he groans into my shoulder. Our bodies tremble against each other as we ride out the high.
I pull back from him as I catch my breath and look at him. He looks wild. His dark hair is all over the place, his hat discarded somewhere on the floor. He has bite marks on his neck that I don’t even remember putting there and I feel a sick sense of pride as I run a finger over my mark on his tanned skin. Sweat glistens on his forehead and as I take him in, I realise that he’s never looked more beautiful to me.