Chapter 17 Grayson
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I can’t believe how much can change in such a short amount of time.
And I’m not just talking about how in a matter of days I went from meeting a woman, falling for her instantly, pretending that I haven’t fallen for her when I found out who she was, then falling for her all over again.
No, what’s hitting me right now are the little things in that chaos. Like how when we first met, and even when we reconnected here just the other day, our kisses were frantic. It’s like we knew we were chasing a hypothetical clock.
But as we ride the elevator up to our room, there’s no urgency.
There’s no one with us, so we could be horny teenagers if we wanted.
Continue what we started a few minutes ago.
But we don’t. Instead I just have her in my arms, holding her tight against me, but nothing that’s over the line of PG-rated.
We hold hands as we walk to our room. Neither of us are trying to distract each other as I tap the key card to open the door.
Nothing hurried. No ticking time clock.
Just us. And the first night of what I hope are many, many more to come.
“Why again did we stand in the snow for the last hour?” Kat jokes as she steps out of her heels and hands me my jacket.
As soon as both feet are back on the ground, I take her hand and pull her toward me. “So I could do this.”
My hand is on the back of her neck, kissing her how I want. Just because this isn’t hurried doesn’t mean it’s not deep. I want to convey how much I want this—how much I heard her earlier—that she’s safe with me. That I’d never hurt her. That I want to prove to her how good we can be together.
Kat melts into my hold, her hands gripping onto my shirt to hold her up as our kiss continues to intensify. I could keep us right here and not ruin this perfect moment. But I have a feeling this night is going to be filled with a thousand perfect moments, and those can only happen on the bed.
Well, maybe eight-hundred and fifty of them. Those other hundred and fifty? Those we can get creative with.
As much as it hurts me to do so, I pull away from our kiss, but that’s because as much as I’ve loved looking at her in this Santa outfit—and even though I said I wanted to fuck her while she was wearing it—I want it in a pool at the foot of this bed even more.
I let my hands trail down her arms, tracing each and every inch of her beautiful body down her sides, all the way to the dip of her hips and around the curve of her ass.
When my fingers find the edge of the skirt, I gather the dark green fabric in my hands, bringing it up slowly so I can take in every moment.
Her arms slowly raise over her head as the fabric hits her midsection. My eyes go wide once I get a glimpse of the lingerie covering her body.
“Fuck…Kat…you’re…”
What even are words?
She’s a vision in a black lace, one-piece bodysuit clinging to the curves of her porcelain skin.
I can’t stop staring. I don’t know if it’s because the two other times I’ve seen her like this, it’s been a beige set.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s looked like a vision in those as well, but this? This is a garment made for sin…and Kat.
“This is me,” she whispers as her arms come down. “The real me.”
I reach for her and pull her in, my hands on each ass cheek. “And you’re fucking perfect.”
My lips are back on hers, hungrily kissing her as we walk back toward the bed.
I know I said tonight was about not rushing.
That there was no need to. That’s not a lie.
But seeing her like this—tits spilling over the cups of my favorite piece of clothing ever made—I’m gone. I’m under her spell. She’s in my blood.
Right now and forever.
Kat’s hands are trying to unbutton my shirt as we fall back into the bed. She has half of them undone before I take over, rising to my knees to finish the job.
“I like this show,” she says, raising her arms over her head, posing like a fucking wet dream underneath me.
I grin at her as I unfasten my belt and rip it off of my waist. “Then you’re going to love this.”
I slide off the bed, but only for the time that I need to strip from my pants and boxer briefs. I remember to grab a condom from my wallet, putting it between my teeth to rip the pack open, sheathing myself as I watch her hand tracing around the edges of the lace.
“Pull it down. I want to see them,” I say, stroking my cock as I watch her before me. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
She doesn’t hesitate, not even for a moment. I watch in awe as she slowly takes one out, then the other. Her eyes are glued to mine as she takes a finger and places it in her mouth, only to let it pop out before she swirls it around her perfect pink nipple.
“Fuck Kat,” I groan, starting to stroke myself harder. “Pinch them. Just enough.”
Her eyes close as she follows my command, and I can tell the instant she feels the mix of slight pain but so much pleasure. Her pelvis lifts off the bed, as if she’s begging her own body to give her more. While I’d love to keep watching her, I’m aching to touch her. To taste her.
Which is exactly what I’m going to do.
“Come here,” I say, walking back toward the bed and taking both of her legs in my hands, dragging her closer. “I need to taste you.”
I pull the lace to the side, diving in like a man starved.
Fuck, I missed this. I realize it’s been less than a week since I had her last, but it feels like ages.
Probably because the woman has been a walking temptation since the second I saw her in the lobby.
And the agony of being so near her the last two nights and not being able to touch her damn near killed me.
Well, until she rolled onto me last night. But I’m going to keep that a secret until she brings it up.
Her hands are gripping onto my hair while also pushing me in for more. I’m sucking on her clit, trying to have my mouth take up as much of her as possible. There’s not a drop I’m leaving behind. I could stay here all night—her scent is that intoxicating—but I want something more than that.
I want her.
All of her.
“There’s no going back,” I say as I move my way up the bed, my fingers now working her. “You ready, Vixen?”
She nods as she wraps her hands behind my neck. “More than ready.”
She pulls me in, a kiss so deep that I feel it in every bone in my body.
I adjust myself so I can pull her leg up, wrapping it around my hip as I line my cock to her center.
She’s still wearing the lace, so I make sure it’s out of my way.
Yes, I could have her take it off, but she looks too fucking good.
I slide in easily, and between how tight she’s squeezing me, and the moan that leaves her mouth when I enter her, it’s enough to make me come right then and there.
I won’t. But I could.
No, I have too much that I want to do, too many ways I want to make her scream.
Some of the noises she made that first night are engrained into my memory.
But part of me wonders if I made them up.
Did it really happen? Did the excitement of that first night together make me conjure some sort of Mandela Effect?
God, I hope not.
“Fucking hell Grayson!” she screams as I start thrusting into her. Her hands are gripped around my biceps, likely leaving marks.
“You’re taking me so fucking good,” I say, trying my best to go even deeper. “That’s it. Every inch, Vixen. Take every single inch.”
Her body relaxes into my words, arching slightly to give me a better angle as I continue working her. The tilt of her body presses her tits closer to my face, almost begging me to take one in my mouth. Ha. As if she would ever need to beg me for that.
Her hands move to my back as I dive into her chest, sucking one hard peak while massaging the other.
I can’t get enough of her. Her body. Every sound she makes.
Every involuntary movement she makes. I want to learn them all.
I want to memorize each and every one. I want to see Kat come apart in my arms. I want to send Katherine into a tizzy when I rip off that sensible pantsuit she wears and make her bun explode and leave her hair scattered around her shoulders.
I want them all. And I want it with her.
Her legs fall down from my side, and her hands go around my back, as she asks me with her body to turn her over. Again, she’ll never have to ask twice. Especially if that means Kat riding me, taking what she wants.
My eyes stay focused on her as she slowly pulls away from me. I expect her to straddle me, and honestly, I can’t wait to watch her ride me. Except I watch as she turns around.
“What are you doing, Vixen?”
She looks back over her shoulder, giving me a smile that screams her nickname. “You told me you wanted me to take every inch, however I wanted. Right?”
“Right.”
“Well, that’s what I’m doing. You ready?”
I pull her back slightly by her hair, sitting up to put my lips by her ear. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Be careful what you ask for, Ross.”
I kiss her neck. “Do your worst.”
This is one position we did not try our first night. Not that I didn’t want to, but to me, reverse cowgirl is a position that the woman has to initiate. They’re choosing to let their ass bounce on your cock. They’re in complete control. And right now, that’s exactly what Kat is.
Her hands are gripping my thighs, moving up and down on me just like she promised. My fingers run across the small amount of black lace that wraps around her back, loving the coarse texture against the smoothness of her skin.
I’m getting lost in the feel of her, my eyes shutting as I concentrate on every sensation, when I feel her nails starting to dig into me.
“Grays…” she trails off, but her movements keep going. “I need—”
She doesn’t finish her sentence, but somehow, I know what she needs. I put my hands on her hips, guiding her as she circles her hips down into me.
“You did so good,” I say, gently lifting her off of me. “Now let me finish.”
She nearly falls off of me onto all fours—which might be one of the best views I’ve ever had in my thirty-four years on this planet.
I take her hair in my hand, wrapping the jet-black locks around my fingers as I lean down onto her back, leaving a trail of kisses on her exposed skin as I line myself back up.
The second I’m inside her, our moans coincide, and I’m pretty sure everyone in our hall heard them.
The neighbors definitely have to hear the headboard banging against the wall as I drive into her.
I don’t care. Let them hear. Let them call security.
There isn’t a single force on this planet right now that could stop me from making this woman come all over my cock.
“Fuck!” she screams out, just as I feel her pussy starting to tighten even more around me.
“That’s right, Vixen…come on my cock. You said do your worst. Now do it. And make sure to scream my name when you come.”
She turns her head just enough so I can see her brown eyes and flushed cheeks. I don’t blink. I squeeze her hips even tighter as I slam into her from behind. And then I send her over the edge with one well-placed smack on the ass.
“Grayson! Fuck! Grayson!”
My name has never sounded better than coming from her lips as she comes apart in front of me.
She drops to her elbows, unable to hold herself up as she continues to unravel. I do my best to help her back up, but seeing her body give out in front of me only makes my release come faster, and before I know it, I’m on top of her, spilling into the condom and fighting for breath.
Neither of us say anything. We don’t have to. What we just shared was…there are no words.
Because this is it. What I felt for her on that first night wasn’t a flash in a pan. It wasn’t one spontaneous night that I romanticized in my head. This was everything.
Just like her.