Chapter 10 #2
Picturing her alone at night, sliding her fingers into her panties... His dick pulsed.
Did she rub her tight little clit until she came or did she finger herself to release?
“Like this?” He withdrew his finger and glided it through her slit without penetrating, her swollen clit dragging slowly against his slick fingers.
“Sometimes.”
“Or do you do it like this?” He rolled his fingers in tight circles over her clit and she gasped.
“Both.”
He nudged inside, but kept the intrusion shallow. “How about like this?”
“Yes.” She ground herself against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper. She grew braver.
“Tell me to stop, Wren. Tell me to take my hands off of you, and I will.”
Silence.
Tight heat wrapped around his finger, clenching as it slowly pumped in and out. His cock pulsed in his jeans, seeping pre-come like tears, as if crying to get out of his pants and inside of her tight little hole.
He breathed out a curse. How did they get here again, when he swore the last time was the final time? She didn’t make it easy to walk away, and that was exactly what he should do. Walk the fuck away. But willpower escaped him as another soft moan slipped past her lips.
“That feel good?” His mouth lowered to her shoulders as he worked his finger deeper, moving slowly and gently to get her off.
“Yes.”
He took his time because he needed time to think. They needed a new set of rules.
One, his pants needed to stay on. That stretched as far as he could think.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
He lived for the pitch of her voice, so stunned and curious, innocent yet carnal.
He pressed his finger all the way in, leaving her seated against his palm. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He grinned at her cockiness, but feared there was more at stake between them than the physical. “Ride my hand.” He purposely used the weight of his body to overwhelm her, showing her the way he wanted her to move. “Like this.” He rocked his hips against her ass. “Like we’re fucking.”
She was a quick study. Her hips rolled as his finger teased inside of her tight heat.
Her moans grew louder and her fingers curled against the plaster wall.
His other hand rode up her front, past her neck, to frame her jaw.
He turned her ear toward his mouth and whispered, “Last night, after you left, I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. Do you know why, Wren?”
“Why?”
“Because I could smell you on my fingers all night.”
She shivered, her fingers splaying on the wall as her body shook. Slick heat washed over his touch as she moaned his name. “Grey...”
That little plea was his undoing.
Holding her jaw, he took her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. “You like the thought of driving me crazy?” He fucked his finger deeper. Drunk on the taste of her forbidden kisses, he growled. “Say my name again.”
“Greyson...”
“Fuck.” He withdrew his touch and lifted her into his arms, carrying her straight to his bed. Kissing her hard, he stretched his body over hers, pinning her beneath him so she couldn’t escape. He couldn’t stop kissing her, pawing at her like an animal. “Don’t hate me, Wren.”
“I could never.”
“We’ll see.” Shoving her pants past her hips, he rubbed the bulge of his hard cock against her wet panties. If he took his dick out this would be over. “We’re breaking all the rules, now.”
“What rules?”
She knew the fucking rules. He scooted lower, framing her breasts but not taking off her shirt. He kissed whatever skin he found, licked over the strip of exposed flesh by her hips, bit at the tender side of her belly. She arched and pulled at his clothes, but he forced her hands to her side.
“Stay like that.”
He tugged her ass to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. Down went the panties to her knees. Slowly, he pushed her thighs apart. Glistening, pink folds.
Wren’s pussy.
He couldn’t breathe.
She looked fucking perfect.
There.
Everywhere.
Too goddamn perfect.
This could only be wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He traced a finger between her folds, and a jagged breath escaped in a moan. Glossy. Soft. He blew over her slit, showing her how close he sat.
His mouth watered as her unique scent intensified. He licked his lips, his hunger for her doubling as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
Her clothes tangled at her knees, limiting his access, but adding another layer of protection. All pants needed to stay on.
Leaning forward, he whispered, “Just a taste.”
Sharp and earthy, he closed his eyes and savored the flavor of Wren. A thousand unique notes of her danced on his tongue. “Jesus. You taste better than I imagined.” Sliding his tongue through her slit and closing his lips around her clit, he shut his eyes and groaned.
She tasted like Wren. Wild. Unrefined. Natural. Familiar. Forbidden. He would go straight to hell for this.
Her breath hitched when he buried his face between her legs with ruthless abandon, claiming her with savage intensity. When she squirmed, nervous and edgy, he caught her hands, devouring her like a man starved, feasting with ravenous hunger.
“Greyson!”
Attacking her with his tongue, he worshipped every secret crevice of her with brutal devotion. Whatever she assumed she knew, he proved her wrong. She didn’t know this side of him. But now, she would never forget it.
“Greyson, wait!”
He paused, and kissed her stomach. “You’re okay.”
“It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.”
She looked at him in a way that nearly broke him. Realizing he might have gone too far too fast, he moved up to better see her eyes. “Hey. You’re fine, Wren. It’s supposed to feel intense.” She looked unsure, so he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
Nodding, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. “Just relax. Let me take care of you. Lean back. You don’t have to do anything.”
She reclined, her motions surprisingly stiff for someone who did yoga every day. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“Sorry.”
He chuckled and lifted her closer, draping her legs over his shoulders. “Let’s try it like this.”
She gasped when he buried his face between her lush thighs again, placing a full-on open-mouthed kiss over her slit and stabbing his tongue deep.
Her breath hitched as her warm pussy welcomed his tongue. Groaning against her heat, he flicked and swirled, scraping his fingers along her ass with contrasting roughness as he ground his cock into the mattress, seeking the slightest relief.
Her moans drove him to the edge of ecstasy, and he fought the urge to jerk off. He would eventually, but first he wanted to taste her come rushing down his throat. He tugged the front of her shirt, and reached for her tits, teasing her tight little nipples into sharp points.
His lips closed around her clit, nibbling and sucking. They were crossing a line, and there would be no uncrossing it.
Suckling her clit, he wedged his fingers inside of her clenching pussy, driving her to deeper places she’d never known.
She cried out, her moans matching the pattern of his thrusting fingers.
Faster. Harder. He stretched her as he sucked her clit.
Constantly reminding himself that she lacked experience and forcing himself to dial back his needs. This revolved around her.
A vision of flipping her to her belly and fucking her hard from behind flashed in his head. Fuck. He wanted her body fisting his cock. He wanted to grab her hard and watch her come apart under his touch. He didn’t want to be gentle, but he also didn’t want to hurt her. Not really.
He pinched her nipple—slightly harder than he had before—and she cried out his name.
“Grey!”
Fucking himself into the side of the mattress, he growled against her drenched skin.
“That’s it, baby. Let go.” He pressed another finger inside of her, stretching her, pushing her body to accept his touch.
His lips tightened over her clit and she came hard on his fingers, pulsing and clenching as she screamed out his name.
He drank from her as if she were the fountain of youth.
He wasn’t ready to stop, despite her trembling.
She jerked and gasped, the longer he sucked her clean.
Every part of him wanted to wring ten more orgasms from her, just because he knew her body could deliver, but her mind might not be able to take that much so soon.
He slowed to gently teasing her, giving her body a chance to come down. She provoked this. All her little pokes and side glances. This was the consequence of her actions. And if he needed to teach her a lesson, he might as well teach her.
“I’m not done.” That was the only warning she got as he went at her again, hard and relentlessly.
“Grey!”
He only growled in response, not letting up until he wrung every last drop from her.
When she shook uncontrollably, he still took more. He needed to show her just how greedy he could be. Not to punish her, but to show her why he’d tried to stay away.
Shame on him. No matter how much he took, he still wasn’t satisfied.
She shivered, her breathing erratic and her body too weak to do more than surrender at this point.
“Shh, just lay there. Let me finish.” This had to be the last time.
Her words were no longer coherent, her moans a mixture of pleasure and weak sighs.
He licked over her swollen folds softly, no longer fingering her, just enjoying her addictive taste. She twitched and gasped through random aftershocks, but never pulled away. Could she if she wanted to?
He wasn’t sure he could. He tried to give her space, but kept easing in for another soft lick.
“You’re gorgeous.” He stared at her swollen, pink folds, sure they felt tender from the scrape of his beard. He liked knowing he marked her. Loved knowing she’d feel him there tomorrow.
Quietly, he pulled down the zipper of his jeans and gripped his cock. His fist tightened. He broke his own rules, but it didn’t take long. Thick and throbbing, swollen to a point of pain, he came in two hard tugs.