10. Gray #3
Suddenly, I remember where we are—on the patio, under the starlit sky. Far too exposed. I break the kiss, a slow smile spreading across my face. I take her hand, my thumb brushing against her knuckles.
“Come with me.”
I lead her off the patio, our lips meeting again in a hungry kiss as we step indoors. We move through the family room, the urgency between us building with each step. I guide her through the door, down the hallway, and up the stairs.
On the landing, we pause, making sure we don't make a sound to wake Maddie. The silence is thick with anticipation. Once we’re sure the coast is clear, we dash toward my bedroom. I push open the door, and we stumble inside, our mouths still fused together.
As she starts to undo my shirt, I kick the door shut behind me with my foot, the sound echoing through the room. The world outside fades, leaving just the two of us, consumed by a desire.
“Gray, are you sure this is a...”
“What? Sure, it's a good idea?” I murmur against her lips, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her closer. “I'm not sure of anything these days.”
“This is crazy,” she breathes out, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Crazy is exactly what we need.”
I back her up against the wall, my mouth trailing down her neck, tasting every inch of her skin. She gasps, her head falling back, exposing more of her throat to me. I take full advantage, my teeth grazing lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her.
“You drive me insane, Avery.”
“Just for the record, the feeling is mutual, Mr. Hayes.”
Her hands find their way back to my shirt and buttons fly as she tears it open. I shrug it off, my mouth finding hers again in a searing kiss. Her fingers trace the lines of my chest, sending shivery pins through me.
“Uhh...” I growl low in my throat and slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher.
Now kissing down her neck, my fingers find the hem of her T-shirt and I tug it upward. She lifts her arms, allowing me to pull it over her head, revealing a bright red bra that makes my breath catch.
“Damn Avery, you’re just so perfect.”
“You know Gray.” Her voice is more of a breathy whisper. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night we spent together.”
I let out a small laugh, “Well, sweetheart, get ready for part two.”
A teasing smile crosses her face as her fingers make quick work of my belt as she unbuckles it. The zipper of my pants follows, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. My pants drop to the floor, and I kick them off, standing before her in just my boxers, my hardness evident.
She lets out a slight moan, her eyes fixed on me. I take a moment to appreciate her, my gaze roaming over her body. I reach out, my mouth finding her collarbone, licking, nipping, sucking my way down her chest, deliberately avoiding her breasts.
“Uhh…” she breathes as I reach around, unclasping her bra with a flick of my fingers. In one quick motion, she whips it off and her breasts tumble out, full and perfect. Her nipples harden under my gaze, and I can’t help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight.
“Oh, Gray...” she moans as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I walk us across the room, practically throwing her onto the bed. She lands with a soft bounce, her eyes closed, lips stretched in an involuntary smile.
I press my mouth against her neck, kissing her, my tongue working over her sensitive skin. My hands roam her body, massaging her breasts, her stomach, then her thighs. She arches into my touch, as another soft gasp escapes her.
My hands slide down to the hem of her skirt, fingers grazing the smooth skin. In absolutely no rush, I take my time, drawing out the moment, and building the tension between us. Hearing her breathing, slowly I begin to pull down the fabric, inch by inch, revealing more of her legs.
“Gray...” she whispers, her voice a mix of anticipation and desperation.
“Patience.” My eyes lock onto hers.
I continue to pull her skirt down, the fabric whispering against her skin.
I expose her thighs and then her knees, slowly drawing out the torture.
Finally, I pull it over her dainty little feet, revealing her red panties, matching the bra I discarded earlier. I toss the skirt aside, my eyes raking over her body, appreciating every curve, every line.
In a flash, I move down her body and hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I pull them off, tossing them across the room with the rest of our clothes.
Making my way back up, I nuzzle against her, my lips finding her neck again, nibbling and kissing my way up to her earlobe.
“You know how much you turn me on, Avery? I've tried so hard to fight it but damn it—I can't!”
“Good,” she breathes out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. “Because you’ve been driving me more than insane, for far too long.”
I growl against her skin, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing them apart. I settle between them, my hardness pressing against her. She moans, her hips lifting as I gently kiss her belly, sending waves of heat through both of us.
“Gray, please...”
“Please what, Avery?” I murmur against her belly button, my voice low and husky. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she whispers, her eyes locked onto mine. “I want you.”
And with that, I reach up and capture her mouth in another searing kiss, my body pressing against hers. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word drives us both to the edge.
As I make my descent down to the rise of her breasts, I feel her nails digging into my back, pulling me closer. I take one in my hand, squeezing gently, as my mouth fastens on the tip of the other. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, feeling it against my lips.
“Oh, yes...” She lets out a small moan of pleasure, her back arching slightly.
I graze my teeth against her sensitive skin, eliciting another soft gasp. My hand brushes her thigh, trailing lightly up her skin before slipping between her legs. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and it's driving me wild.
Ever so slowly, I bring my middle finger down, sliding it gently over her wetness as her body tenses.
“Ohh, God, Gray, Gray,” Her cry is hoarse and earthy, her head thrown back in abandon.
I do it again, this time my fingertip slipping between her pussy lips, gathering more wetness.
She squirms beneath me, her hips lifting slightly to meet my touch. I part her with two fingers, finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. I rub it in small circles, her moans growing louder with each touch.
“Jeez...” she breathes out, her body twisting from side to side. Her hands gather the soft sheets at her sides into knots, her knuckles white with tension.
I can feel her body responding to me, her moans filling the air. I keep my touch light, teasing, drawing out her pleasure. Her body is a live wire, sparking and igniting with every touch.
“More, Gray, more,” she demands.
“Patience, patience. I want to savor this. I want to savor you.”
She lets out a frustrated groan, and I can feel her desperation, her need, and it matches my own. But I want to draw this out, I want to make her beg, make her scream.
“Oh my God, that feels so... good,” she breathes out, her eyes locked onto mine.
“Good,” I growl, my fingers still moving against her, my mouth still lavishing attention on her breasts.
Her only response is a moan, her body writhing beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets tighter. I can feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breathing getting heavier. But I don’t want her to cum yet.
So, I slow my touch, drawing out her torture, making her wait, making her beg. Because that’s what she does to me. She makes me want, she makes me need, she makes me crave. And now, it’s her turn to feel the same.
“Gray, don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice a desperate whisper.
“Who’s in charge here, Avery?” I murmur, my fingers still moving against her, but slower, lighter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You are,” she breathes out, her body writhing beneath me.
“That’s right.” I smirk, trailing kisses down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense under my lips. I move lower, past her pubic mound, replacing my finger with my tongue. I flick her clit, feeling her body jerk in response.
“Oh, my God...” Her fingers tangle in my hair, pushing my head down further.
As I lick her clit, it doesn't take long before I feel her orgasm start to build. Her fingers scrunch in my hair, holding me in place as I devour her, my fingers working their way in and out of her tight pussy. Her breathing quickens, her moans growing louder, more insistent.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she practically screams, her body tensing as cums. I start to move to another position and she stops me.
Avery has other plans. She pushes me back, and I find myself on my back, looking up at her. She’s kneeling next to me, a teasing grin on her lips, her eyes locked onto mine.
“My turn now.” She bends down to bite one of my nipples. I let out a slight yelp, more from surprise than pain. She smiles against my skin and kisses my chest, her hand brushing lightly over my boxers, her fingers grazing my dick through the fabric.
For a second, she sits up, running her finger up and down over my boxers, teasing me. Then she bends down, kissing my belly, working her way down to my dick, kissing it through my boxers.
“I think someone’s leaking a bit,” she whispers, her breath hot against me.
“Uhh...” I let out a low growl, my hips lifting slightly.
To my surprise, she hooks her teeth into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down. My cock springs out, the cool air hitting the tip. She uses her fingers to sensually pull them off over my feet, throwing them across the room.
Smiling, she starts kissing my legs, working her way up to my thighs.
When she reaches my balls, she kisses them, making my cock twitch. She stares at it, blowing on the end, making me shiver. Precum leaks, and she pokes out her tongue, giving it a quick lick.