Chapter 43
GRAYSON
All rational thought is eviscerated when Selena kisses me back. It’s hot and wet, feverish and almost feral. She holds me with the same intensity, curving her body into mine. When I grab her hips, her perfect ass, she whimpers in my arms.
I could stay here all night, all week, happy, satisfied. It’s been too fucking long.
“Grayson,” she breathes, clawing at my shoulders, my arms, fisting her hands in my hair. I’m so desperate for her, I pin her to the wall, grinding my hips against hers.
When Selena wraps her legs around my waist, I want to ruin her. Fuck her into oblivion until she’s crying my name with each orgasm I draw from her luscious body.
She moans into the air as I place wet kisses down the column of her neck. Fuck, she smells incredible. Vanilla and coconut and something else, something all her. When I sink my teeth into the spot where her shoulder meets her neck I get a glimpse of how loud she can be.
“Do you want your neighbors to hear you, princess?” I grin.
She shakes her head, loose waves swaying with the tiny movement. My grin turns feral.
“I want to hear you,” I say, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it behind me. The pink bra holding her gorgeous tits is a simple cotton one. I watch her, absolutely enchanted, utterly mesmerized. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I murmur and she blushes that stunning mauve shade.
She cups my jaw and looks into my eyes. “Kiss me,” she whispers and I do. “Don’t ever stop.” I don’t plan to.
I kiss her everywhere. Her lips, her cheeks, her jaw and collar bone until my face is buried between her breasts. I’m so fucking hard I can barely think straight. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.
“Grayson, please,” she begs, rolling her hips against mine. I’m about to come in my pants like some inexperienced teenager wanting sex for the first time. The thought stops me cold.
Gazing into her lust-filled, dazed expression, I realize she’s still so inexperienced. Hell, she was a virgin just a couple of weeks ago. This is a mistake.
“Are you okay?” she asks, lips swollen.
How can she be worried about me?
I should step back and help her unwrap herself from my body, but I don’t. I should leave, but I make no move to go. Instead, I run a hand through my hair knowing this can’t happen.
“I’m not looking for a girlfriend,” I explain as I try to catch my breath. I’m still hard as a rock, painfully so, but she needs to know where we stand before going any further.
“Me either,” she smiles, obviously pleased with her reply. She dips her head to place hungry kisses up my throat.
The reasons why we shouldn’t do this quickly fade with each touch from her soft lips, every caress from her warm hands. Her thick thighs squeeze my waist. I groan with renewed arousal, powerful, dizzying. It’s fire rushing through my veins.
Selena finds my mouth and surrender is easy. I kiss her back, licking and nipping at her plush lips, letting her suck on my tongue. My cock is pulsing.
We can’t.
“Selena.” I cup her face gently in my hands and look into her eyes. I need to be clear. There cannot be any misunderstandings, not with her. “I don’t—”
“You don’t do relationships,” she says, her words broken up by the sputtering breaths she’s taking. “I know. Everyone knows.”
She’s so fucking pretty looking at me. Mussed up hair, swollen lips, half-lidded green eyes.
I have to remind myself she’s right. I don’t do relationships. I can’t. Never even considered them until this moment.
Doesn’t matter that some of the things she makes me feel are things I’ve never experienced before. Doesn’t matter that there’s lust and heat and something that I don’t want to name, swirling in her eyes.
“I’m not looking for something serious either,” she assures me. “I don’t have time for anything like that.” With a tight smile, she unwraps herself from me, while keeping her palms flat on my chest. “I just thought...”
“What?”
“Since we had fun before…”
This afternoon has taken a completely unexpected turn. She cannot possibly be insinuating what I think she’s suggesting.
Selena swallows, blushes, and continues, “This...I mean—it can stay between us. Whatever we do. No one else has to know.”
Well, fuck. It’s like I’ve been handed the most amazing gift, gift-wrapped with a pretty pink bow, right on my lap. Friends with benefits? No, not friends. Enemies with benefits? Not quite, but close enough.
She fidgets with the hem of her skirt, suddenly nervous and shy after that bold declaration. “What do you think?” she braves the question, leaving herself vulnerable and exposed. Even though I admire her courage, it would be a mistake.
“We can’t,” I hear myself reply and shit if I don’t want to kick my own ass for being such a fucking idiot. For once, I wish things were different. I wish my life was different.
“What do you mean we can’t?!” She glares at me. Her eyes are narrowed, her eyebrows, furrowed, and my cock gets harder. I’m not a masochist, but everything about her turns me on. When she’s sweet, when she’s not. When she’s timid and when she’s reckless. Because that’s what this is.
“So you’re just...you’re full of it!” she accuses. She crosses her arms over her chest, squeezing her tits together. My mouth waters and my dick is on full alert, tenting my sweatpants.
Her pouty lips are turned down at the corners.
I can’t help think back to all the times she gave me that exact same look throughout the past three and a half years.
It was only ever directed at me and I take some sort of perverse satisfaction knowing I was able to get under her skin.
The thought has me smirking which only irritates her more.
“Tell me I can kiss you,” she mocks, throwing my earlier words back at me, shaking her head in disbelief. “Who knew Grayson Rhodes was all talk?”
I realize she’s baiting me. I hate that it’s fucking working. I watch her pick up her shirt.
“Listen, I get what you’re trying to do—”
“No, you listen! I’m tired of...of always having to hold back. Never going after what I want. Following rules someone else laid down for me!”
That’s a lot. And it’s not all about me.
“Look, Alvarez—”
The rest of the words die on my tongue because Selena Fucking Alvarez decides to up the ante by throwing all caution to the wind and taking her bra off.
She stands topless only feet away. I’m fucking salivating.
Her tits are full and plush and perfect.
Hell, I’m about to fall to my knees and crawl over, begging to be allowed to put my mouth on them.
“Do you want to keep arguing?” she asks, wiggling her hips to shimmy her skirt off. “Because I don’t. I’d rather get back to the fun stuff.”
“Who says I want that?” Pride is the only reason I ask the asinine question. She laughs at me, with good reason. Her laughter is loud and unapologetic. I don’t smile simply to help prove my point.
“Are you being serious?” she asks, wiping what I can only assume are fake tears from her eyes.
It wasn’t that funny. “Dude,” she fights back a smile, “even if we ignore that huge cock currently pointing at me,” —it twitches when she looks at it— “you’re the one who stopped by Roar Coffee wanting to talk. ”
“To make sure you were okay.”
Which wasn’t my place. It was stupid to try to check in on her. Even stupider to admit it.
“Uh-huh, sure,” she smirks. “Whatever you say.”
Confidence looks so good on her. The smug tilt to her head is new and I realize, I might be out of my depth here. These types of conversations, I don’t have them. Ever. I avoid them at all costs.
And yet, I’m still here.
After clearing my throat, I run a hand through my hair. Ignoring my erection, I state the main reason this shouldn’t happen, “You’re my best friend’s sister.”
“So?”
“So things get complicated quickly.”
She rolls her eyes as if that was the dumbest thing I could’ve said. “We won’t let them get complicated,” she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest, hiding tight, brown nipples from me.
Some of the fog lifts. Truth is, this whole thing is ridiculous. Trying to have a serious discussion while my raging hard-on continues to ignore my orders to stand down and Selena’s standing only a few feet away practically naked.
“It’s just us right now,” she says, her arms falling to her sides. Her tits bounce as she walks closer. My resolve’s crumbling faster and further than I ever thought possible with each step she takes.
“We can just continue where we left off,” she suggests, biting her plump lower lip. “If my first time with you was a fluke or...beginner’s luck, we leave it at that.”
That’s not what it was.
“It wasn’t,” I have to counter, adamant. Fuck if I know what it was, but it’s never been that good. Not for me. And obviously not for her.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” she shrugs, her cheeks flush as she meets my gaze. “I doubt you could make me feel that good again,” she has the audacity to claim as she pauses to slide her matching pink panties low over lush hips. They go slowly along her smooth thighs, down to her ankles.
Biting back a groan, I watch her. Unable to breathe or move. Like I was the inexperienced virgin two weeks ago.
When she steps out of her underwear, I notice the wet spot in the middle of the pink fabric. Selena’s as turned on as I am, the little liar.
She closes the distance between us, standing in front of me in all her naked glory. Her eyes land on the massive erection between us.
“Don’t you want to show me what else you’re good at, Rhodes?” she asks, folding her panties into a neat, little square. Her hands tremble as she sticks it in my pocket.
I’m not certain if it’s the underwear or the fact she called me Rhodes and not Grayson that makes me snap, but it finally happens. I grab her waist to pull her flush against me.
“I can think of a few things I’d like you to show me,” I murmur.
“Good.”
This girl.
“We’re simply two people hooking up,” I argue.
Her green eyes smile at me. “Okay.”
“It can’t be more than that,” I insist, needing her with an intensity that defies logic.
“Fine,” she whispers, her breaths coming faster.
“Just for today.”
“Just for today,” she repeats.
Her calmness while I’m about to explode, her soft tone while my voice is rough and uneven, the fact she hasn’t touched me yet... I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
“Are you going to keep coming up with excuses or—”
“No more excuses,” I growl, grabbing her ass and lifting her to me. The heat of her pussy slides against my stomach.
“Good boy,” she giggles and I’ve never wanted to ravage anyone more than I do her right now.
I don’t have a praise kink and I don’t plan on starting one now, but fuck if I don’t wanna hear more things like that from her.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” I say, biting down on her neck, her shoulders, and her tits. Fuck. “I’m obsessed with these,” I murmur, sucking on one pretty brown nipple.
“Grayson,” she moans, a slight tremble runs through her luscious body.
Grabbing her hips, I rub her pussy against my painfully hard dick. She’s so fucking wet already.
“How bad do you want this cock, princess?”
“Bad,” she whimpers, grinding her delicious heat along my length.
“Then beg for it.”