10. Gray #4
I quiver, wanting to pull her mouth down on me, but she’s taking her time, prolonging the suspense. She looks up at me, a wicked gleam in her eyes, and I know I probably more than deserve this torture.
“Avery.” My voice is low and husky. “You’re killing me.”
“Good.” She grins, her tongue flicking out again and licking the head of my cock. “Now, what were you saying to me before about patience?”
“Damn.” My head falls back against the duvet.
Before I can even think straight, she sweeps her long blond hair over her head, and I feel those lips. Soft, warm, and full as my manhood is sucked up between them.
She starts to move up and down, not too fast or slow, just perfect. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel a twinge in my balls as my seed starts to rise.
“Avery, Avery... Uhh, uhh...” My hands clench the sheets beneath me. Her mouth is wet and warm, and with each stroke, my breathing gets heavier and heavier. I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building inside me.
Just as I’m about to blow, she pulls me out of her mouth, and her hand takes over, stroking me lightly.
Rubbing the head of my cock against her breasts, the sight of her, of us, is driving me nuts. With one more slow and sensual stroke, my whole body quivers, and I can’t contain myself any longer. Like a volcano, I start to spill all over her breasts, the release intense and overwhelming.
She smiles at me, rubbing my cock in the cum on her nipples, her eyes locked onto mine.
“I think you needed that, didn’t you?”
My eyes glint back at her, my chest heaving as I pant.
“More than you’ll ever know Ms. Bennett, more than you'll ever know.”
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gets on top of me, her legs on either side. She reaches down and grasps my erection firmly in her hand. Leaning in, she whispers in my ear, her voice sultry and commanding.
“Now you’re gonna fuck me good and hard, Grayson.”
I can’t help but smirk, my hands finding her hips.
“Oh… if I have to!”
She narrows her eyes playfully, rubbing my dick against her clit, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
That's when I feel her positioning me at her entrance and she slowly sinks, inch by inch, her eyes locked onto mine. I sense her shudder as I fill her, the sensation overwhelming.
She starts to grind, slowly at first, her hips moving in a rhythm back and forth that is such a damn turn-on. I sit up, holding her hips, and start pulling her up and down, and she matches the pace. Her perfect body moves with each thrust, her breasts bouncing in time, hypnotizing me.
I reach up and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and licking as we grind together.
“Uhhh…” she moans, her hands tangling in her hair, her head thrown back in pleasure.
She’s so wet now that I can hear the slippery sounds every time I drive back into her. The noise is intoxicating, pushing me closer to the edge.
As her nipple slips out from between my lips, she leans down and seals our mouths in a fierce kiss, our tongues thrashing together.
Her breathing gets heavier and heavier, and I can feel her getting close. I angle my hips, hitting her g-spot, making her whimper.
“Gra-ay-so-on,” she moans, her body tensing as her orgasm builds.
She grinds harder, faster, chasing her release. And then, with a loud cry, she completely comes undone. “YE-ES-ES... UUHHHH!”
Her body shakes, her muscles clenching around me as she rides out her orgasm. The sight of her, the feel of her, pushes me over the edge. Lightning lashes through my veins and my body shakes as I thrust one more time, pumping and spreading my load deep inside her.
We both collapse, out of breath, her body slumping down onto mine. She rolls off and curls up in my arms, her fingers doodling in my chest hair. As we lay in silence, the world outside might as well be a million miles away.
I reach over to the nightstand and flick off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness except for the silver glow of the moonlight streaming through the window, throwing soft shadows across the room.
Her breathing is steady and warm against my skin. I trail my fingertips lazily along her back, feeling the way she shivers just slightly, pressing in closer.
This moment feels so right. So natural. So perfect. Tomorrow might bring waves of guilt, maybe even regret. But right now, none of that matters. All that matters is this. Us. Tonight.
I pull her in tighter, her body molding against mine, her heartbeat steady against my chest.
Her fingers slow against my skin, her breaths deepening, her body growing heavier in my arms.
Sleep creeps in, pulling us under.
And I let it.
***
So, what can I say about last night, but damn... it was more than epic. And this morning? Well, that guilty feeling I was sure I’d have? Nowhere to be found. The odd thing is, I can’t stop thinking about Avery. No question about it—I’m falling for her. Big time.
She’s out taking Maddie to school at the moment, and I’ve got to head out soon myself. Got a meeting with Sammy at Harrington Family Law Group to sign the custody agreement for Maddie’s guardianship.
I take the stairs two at a time, heading up to grab my phone from the bedroom. There’s a lightness in my step that I don’t even try to shake. I’m not in the mood to analyze it. Not in the mood to fight it.
Walking back out, I pass Avery’s room, and that’s when I notice it—her laptop, screen still on.
The door’s open just enough for me to see the glow of the screen. I stop.
Writing. There’s writing on it. I wonder if that’s the novel she’s working on.
I should keep walking. I should mind my own business. Instead, I find myself peeking my head in.
Just a glance.
A few words catch my eye, but it’s too far to make them out clearly.
I check behind me. The house is still, silent. I hesitate for a second longer, then step inside, my movements slow, calculated.
By the time I reach the desk, my pulse is thrumming just a little harder than before. I lean down, eyes scanning the screen, taking in the words, absorbing them.
***
…Without another word, she stormed out, her boots striking hard against the wood as she reached for the front door.
“Avery—”
She yanked it open and stepped into the night, the cold rain hitting her skin like needles. She barely made it two steps down the porch before she heard his heavy footfalls behind her.
Grayson caught her wrist, spinning her toward him, the rain dripping from his hair, his coat, and his sharp, infuriating jawline.
“Let go of me,” she breathed, her pulse hammering.
“No,” he said, his grip tightening. “Not until you listen.”
Before she could respond, before she could even think, his mouth crashed against hers.
The kiss was fire and fury, frustration and longing, every unspoken thing between them igniting at once.
Avery gasped against his lips, but he only pulled her closer, his grip firm, unyielding. Her hands fisted in his soaked coat, pulling him down as the rain poured around them, drenching them both, and making everything feel reckless and raw.
Grayson deepened the kiss, his fingers splaying against her back, pressing her against him like he was afraid she’d disappear. She should hate this. Hate him.
But she didn’t.
She kissed him back, matching his intensity, pouring every ounce of anger and confusion into the way their lips moved together.
***
I glare at the screen, rubbing my jaw, a slow smile creeping in before I can stop it.
Grayson and Avery?
Without thinking, I pull out her chair and sit down, scrolling down a little, reading more.
***
…This was so wrong, forbidden, and dangerous, but she wanted him just like that first night.
The ache between her legs was undeniable, a throbbing need that pulsed with every beat of her heart. As they kissed, the rain cascaded around them and he pulled her back inside, slamming the door behind them.
Like wild animals, he was lifting her dress and petticoats. “Oh, Avery.” His hands were rough and desperate against her skin.
He backed her up to the small table by the door, ornaments flying as they crashed to the floor. She fumbled with his buttoned flies, her fingers trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
Finally, she opened the flap at the front of his pantaloons and pulled his manhood out, feeling its heat and hardness in her hand.
Avery's nerves were on fire, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her as she guided him to the split in the crotch of her pantalettes, her breath hitching as he kissed down the side of her neck, his lips rampant and hungry.
With a swift, sure motion, he mounted her, making the table rock beneath them with each…
***
Suddenly my concentration breaks. My eyes snap up from the screen, and my stomach drops.
Oh, shit…
I turn to see Avery standing in the doorway. Her face is red as fire.