16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
I n a blur of movement, his glass was on the counter and so was mine. Before I knew it, his tongue was cleaning up the remnants of wine that’d fallen from my mouth. His mouth was so close to mine, flushing my desire to the surface.
Swiftly, he picked me up and placed me on the counter. The cold granite on my ass ripped my breath from my chest, forcing a gasp from my mouth.
“I’m not waiting any fucking longer to have my way with you,” he panted, his thirsty eyes moving up and down my body.
“Please,” I begged, my mouth salivating with the thought. I wrapped my legs around his lower half and used them to force him closer to me. His body fell into the empty space so perfectly, enough so that I could feel him everywhere. All of him.
His hands brushed both of my thighs as he rested them on top of the counter. His eyes flashed in my direction and within seconds, he was smashing his mouth against my lips, his tongue searching for mine, hungry and desperate.
I loved feeling like he wanted me, like he might combust if he didn’t get more, so I was surprised when he pulled away. I desperately clung to his mouth until the very last second, enjoying the lingering taste of him as I ran my fingertips across my bottom lip.
“Please what?” he demanded.
A smirk danced across my face. “Please make me wish this wasn’t temporary.”
The tension in his jaw made me feel like I’d said something he didn’t like, but he quickly stole me away from my thoughts as he started kissing my neck. My head fell backward as I let the pleasure devour my entire body.
My body scooted closer to the edge of the counter, desperate for him to move faster.
His mouth moved to mine once again, but this time it wasn’t his mouth that took my breath away, it was his fingers as they pushed inside me. I instinctively reached out for him, grasping for anything that would keep me stable, landing on a handful of his delicious brown hair.
“Grey,” I panted, gripping his hair tighter. “That feels so good. Please.” I gasped for air. “Don’t stop.”
My praise must’ve fed fuel to his fire because he deepened his position inside of me, the movement of his fingers supplying me with an abundance of pleasure.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” His cockiness sent a buzz right through me. “How am I doing so far?” he asked, his words tickling my mouth as he spoke.
If his fingers felt this good, it wasn’t hard to imagine how the rest of him would feel. The thought itself had my body trembling.
I slowly peeled myself off the counter. The absence of his grip left me breathless, and the tiny whimper that escaped his mouth even more so. “You could do better…” I muttered as I casually slinked out of his shirt and dropped it to the floor.
This was thrilling, and we’d only just begun.
It wasn’t long until I felt his presence close behind me. “Is that so?” He grabbed my arm as he pressed his body into mine. I was surprised, not by the sudden sound of his voice but by just how much of him I was feeling. He was aroused—that much I knew—and now I was going to get exactly what I wanted .
Him.
“You might want to be careful what you wish for,” he continued, the warmth of his breath sending a match to the already ignited fire in the pits of my belly.
Without turning to face him, I responded, “I know exactly what I’m wishing for, and I’m getting a little impatient.”
His grip on me strengthened and I felt my words hit their mark as his arousal grew against my back.
He spun me around and thrusted me against the closest wall. The greediness had me practically dripping with desire. Using my hands, I searched for the button on his pants, remembering I’d already started unzipping them earlier, making my job easier. He quickly ripped something out of his back pocket and threw it on the bed behind us. I slinked my way down, tugging at his khaki pants and boxer briefs too.
The pure sight of him standing there above me had me wondering how I’d even gotten myself here in the first place, but damn was I glad I did.
Maneuvering himself the rest of the way out of his pants, he demanded, “Come here. I want to be able to look you in the eyes when I make you come.”
I bit my lip, inhaling. “That’s fucking hot.”
Our mouths crashed together with more intensity than before. Grey placed one hand around the length of my neck, devouring me with each stroke of his tongue, and I nibbled at his lip.
His breathless voice was hot as he whispered, “Give me what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?”
“You.”
As he trailed kisses over my collarbone, I inhaled deeply, attempting to breathe those last few words out into existence. “Yes. You can have me. Please fucking have me.”
His fingers found their way inside again just as the words left my mouth.
I didn’t know if it was all the buildup or the fact that we undoubtedly had chemistry, but either way, this moment was euphoric. So much so I went searching for something to help steady me. One hand landed on the bathroom door frame on my left and the other gripped his wrist as his hand still clung to my neck.
With every movement of his fingers came a bigger bolt of pleasure. I was teetering on the verge of an out of body experience, but I wasn’t ready for this moment to be over yet.
“You feel fucking incredible.”
The words sprung across my cheek as his lips hovered on the side of my mouth. A tiny, audible moan left the back of my throat and floated between us.
“Just in the past twenty-four hours I’ve imagined a hundred times what this would feel like, but not even my imagination could’ve dreamed up something this good,” he panted, sweat beads forming on his brow. Releasing me from his possession, his gaze trailed up and down my body. “This is too good to let you finish already.”
The absence of him was enough to have my body craving more.
“Over there,” I said, motioning to the bed.
I stripped myself off the wall and pushed his body toward the bed. My palm landed on that permanent mark that I’d spotted earlier and his firm chest underneath it. A sinister grin sprawled across his face as he walked backward with my guidance.
“You can take control of me anytime you want,” he muttered, taking a seat on the end of my bed.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I mimicked.
“I know exactly what I’m wishing for, and I’m getting a little impatient.” He winked playfully.
I dropped to my knees right in front of him, pressing his chest back until he was resting on his elbows before I placed my hands on top of his legs.
“God damn,” he breathed.
I never took my eyes off of him, even after taking him in my mouth. I watched as he slipped into pure ecstasy from feeling my mouth around him. He wrapped his hand in my hair, gently guiding me up and down.
Subtle moans and soft whimpers left his mouth each time. “MJ. Holy shit.”
The comment made me grin. I held all the power, and he knew it.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me on top of him. “While I do enjoy that pretty little mouth of yours…” His fingers trailed my bottom lip. “I’d rather us both enjoy ourselves.”
I reached for the condom that he’d tossed on the bed and tore it open.
“Let me,” he said, taking the latex material from my hands as he rolled out from under me. He pushed me on my back and hovered above me, just far enough that I couldn’t physically feel him.
With his right hand, he slipped the condom on, never breaking our stare. As I watched him, my fingers traced his sculpted body. The muscles in his arms were prominent as he held his weight above mine. The look in his eyes said he was ready whenever I was.
I subtly nodded and breathed, “Yes.”
The consent floated in the air, but only for a millisecond before he spread my legs just wide enough for him to push himself inside. The size of him forced a gasp out of my mouth. I sucked in the air around us, allowing my body to ground itself amid the abundance of pleasure that was coursing through my veins. Eventually, my grip landed on the soft material of my bed sheets, clenching them with as much force as I could.
He pulled out too quickly. My body went with him, the desperation obvious. He then guided himself back in and a wave of shivers crashed through me. My mouth was slightly ajar as my breathing deepened. The barely audible “Fuck” tied to my breath floated between us as my lips rested against his cheek.
Our mouths were playing a game of foreplay themselves, struggling to find each other as we moved in tiny sporadic movements from the desire mounting below. With every thrust, he buried himself deeper.
Gazing up at him as he moved rhythmically back and forth, he looked close to the finish. I, however, wasn’t. But per most one-night stands, that wasn’t completely abnormal. And to be fair, he’d already far exceeded my expectations. Simply watching him as he neared the edge proved pleasurable in itself.
Just when I thought he was going to finish, the movement stopped.
His eyes met mine. “You think I’m just going let you watch?”
“Sort of?” I admitted.
Something ignited within his eyes, a desire of some sort. “One day you’ll learn not to underestimate me.”
Smoothly, his hand walked down my body, stopping right near the direct point of my pleasure. He used his fingers differently this time, more efficiently.
A needy moan slipped through my mouth. “Right there. Please don’t stop.”
With a rugged breath, he suggested, “Here?”
He emphasized his words while continuing to move his fingers in a circular motion, my body begging him not to stop. The movement was better than anything I’d ever managed to do to myself.
“Fuck, Grey,” I said, my words staggered.
“Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“My name,” he rumbled. “Say it again because it sounds even better coming from your lips when I’m inside of you.”
His copper eyes shifted, appearing darker than before. He moved his fingers with a little more intention this time, all while never losing his rhythm inside of me. I was seconds away from coming completely undone.
“Please, Grey… don’t stop.”
“Fucking hell, MJ. I’m going to come.”
The words left his mouth and anticipation filled my belly. I was close, he was close, we were close.
I tightened my legs around his lower half as the pleasure surged through me. Grey plunged in once more as he neared the end. Despite his own pleasure building, he never stopped massaging my neediest areas. I was brimming with fullness, and my back arched as I reached the peak.
“Mm,” he moaned, sinking into me, our bodies merged into one.
A whimper left my mouth as I dug my fingernails into his broad shoulders.
Our heavy breaths crowded the room around us. Grey rolled to his back and propped me onto his chest. I obliged, feeling the effects of what had just transpired in his increased heartbeat.
“Well, damn. That was more than I anticipated.”
“I told you to be careful what you wished for,” he teased.
“I’d wish for that over and over again.”