Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Faye
Challenge accepted.
Who the heck could know that challenge accepted are the two sexiest words I’ve ever heard?
But I barely have the chance to open my mouth to ask what he means by that before he takes the oral sex to the next level.
The next, next level.
Before it was teasing touches and sensual kisses.
Now the man has focus.
And hell, I’ve written all about sex in my books, about lights flashing behind closed eyelids, about pleasure coiling and spiraling out of control. I’ve written a scene very much like this, albeit without the side of banana bread destruction…
And without the hero saying challenge accepted in the husky voice.
Before he unleashed tongue and teeth and—
“Oh, God!” I gasp as he does something completely unholy—and glorious—to my clit.
“Not God,” he murmurs against me. “Gray.”
Then he waits, mouth poised over me, breath coming in gusts that tease.
I’m trembling, pussy wet and throbbing, aching, empty, so it takes a minute for me to recognize what he’s saying.
What he wants.
“Gray,” I murmur and for once, I don’t feel shy.
How can I—displayed like I am for him? Thighs over his shoulders, his big, gorgeous body between my legs, his fingers and tongue and lips working miracles?
A flick of his tongue.
“Gray!”
He grins. “Damn right, Red.”
And for as good as he’s making me feel, annoyance is also beginning to flicker. Mostly because Gray Roberts is a fucking tease!
And maybe that’s why the words come…
The demands.
“Gray Roberts, so help me God,” I snap, tugging at his hair. “If you don’t make me come already I’m going”—I look to the side, spot the proper implement, and pick up the butter knife, pointing in his direction—“to unman you!”
He grins, runs his thumb over my clit.
Then presses.
My hand—and head—fall back, the knife clattering to the counter.
“If you unman me then how will I pleasure you?”
“I thought—” I suck in a breath, trying to settle my pounding heart, my hitching lungs. “You talked…a big game…about orgasms.” I lift my head and glare at him. “Only all you been doing”—another breath—“is teasing and talking and—oh my God!”
He’s slipped a finger inside me and dropped his mouth and all hint of my temper disappears into a haze of pleasure.
It floods me, going taut, sparking every nerve ending, and when he slides his other hand up, cups my breast, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger, when he does that at the same time he sucks at my clit, flicking out his tongue…
I go taut.
Then I shatter into a million pieces, my orgasm not like the ones I’ve had before, just flowing through me in a giant wave, gently drawing me into bliss. Rather, it explodes inside me, bursting outward, reducing me to nothing but sensation.
But it’s glorious sensation and it goes on for what feels like forever, leaving me suspended in that fog of pleasure, that fantasy of feeling.
I could be there an hour.
A day.
A month. A year. An eternity.
Or…it might be minutes before I slowly sink back down into reality, into myself. Into this moment.
Gray is still kneeling between my legs, a satisfied smile curving his lips. He’s cocky as fuck…and I can’t even blame him.
Because that orgasm…
Holy hell, I’m undone.
“Gray,” I murmur and my voice is basically a rasp.
His smirk grows.
My pussy convulses.
Something he notices considering that his fingers are still inside me.
He flutters them as he rises, bending over me, lips coming to mine for a single blazing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and I like it, want more of it.
So, I kiss him back, not stopping until my vision starts to turn black at the edges and my lungs scream for air.
“Inside me,” I demand.
“Read me two scenes?” he asks silkily.
Still with those fingers inside me.
Still fluttering.
“Gray,” I warn.
“Hmm?”
“Inside. Me,” I demand again.
“Will you read to me, Red?” he murmurs.
“I already said I would,” I snap.
His lip twitch. “Two scenes?”
“Yes,” I say sharply. “Now—”
“Will you write about me too?” He scissors his fingers and I moan. “About how good this is between us?”
I freeze, cheeks going hot.
“Oh, Red.” He chuckles hotly, eyes burning into mine. “You already have, haven’t you?”
“It doesn’t matter—” I reach for his sweats, start pushing down the waistband, but he stops me with a blazing kiss.
“It matters, baby. It fucking matters.”
I shiver, hands stilling.
A nip to my bottom lip. “What’d you write?”
“I’ll tell you after—” I moan, head dropping back when he works me with those fingers.
“What, baby?” he presses.
I’m on fire, aching for him. Wet for him. And when those fingers slide out, press back in, it’s good—great, even—but it’s not his cock, not him stretching me as his body presses into mine, not—
“Gray!” I exclaim when he adds a third finger.
“Still love my name on your lips.” He leans in, kisses me again, leaving me a limp, breathless mess. “And fuck, this pussy”—he groans, fucking me with his fingers—“I want to feel you slick and tight around me.”
“Then…” I pant. “Get…inside…me.”
“Not until you tell me, Red.”
Something snaps inside me. “I based one of my heroes after you, okay?” I snarl. “Not a surprise since I fell in love with you through a window, right? Now, I want you in me.”
He grins, lets me reach for his sweats again. “You’re reading from that book.”
It’s another order.
But I don’t even care.
“Fine,” I yank at the waistband of his pants, pushing it down. “Just get inside…oh.” I still. Because I’ve finally managed to free his erection and—
“Actually, I don’t think that’s going to fit inside me,” I whisper.
A cocky—no pun intended—smile. “It’ll fit, Red.”
He takes my uninjured hand, wrapping it around the hard length of him, and God, but I can barely make it all the way around him, he’s so thick.
Which is when my nerves go into overdrive.
He guides my motions, teaching me how he likes to be stroked, how tightly he likes to be gripped.
Then he releases my hand, placing his on the counter beside my hip, head dropping forward on a groan. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, “but I like it when you touch me.”
I like it too. So much so, my dirty mind makes an appearance. “I want to taste you too.”
He goes statue still.
Then he’s kissing me and his fingers are moving in me and I’m stroking him and—
I have power here.
Power to undo this big, strong, gorgeous man.
Power to make him lose control.
Power to own what I want, what I need…and the power to tease him back.
And that’s when things get a little crazy—we’re a flurry of limbs, of measuring cups and the mixer bowl and bunches of bananas and burned loaves hitting the floor. We’re flour flying into the air, sprinkling over our naked skin. We’re lips and teeth, tongues and touch.
And then…
We’re one.
Gray managing to find his wallet, extracting a condom, rolling it down the hard length of his cock.
He notches himself at my entrance, slowly strokes in…and he’s right.
It does fit.
We fit.
“Good, Red?” he asks, when he’s fully seated.
It’s a rasped-out question, his body taut, all those gorgeous muscles of his on display. My heart pulses, knowing he’s trying to go slow, trying to be careful for me, trying to care of me.
But I don’t want him to be careful.
I want Gray.
Every single inch of him.
“I’m great, honey.”
A flicker of emotion in his eyes before he smiles. “Good.” He draws out slowly, slides back in just as leisurely. And he repeats that slow and steady, over and over again, incrementally driving us both insane.
And I can feel it.
The leash he’s holding fast.
“Gray?”
A rumbling groan. “Yeah, baby?”
“Now’s the time to fuck me.”
He jerks, eyes flashing to mine.
And I watch the leash snap.
He fucks me, hard and fast and deep, his thrusts so powerful he has to keep me in place with a hand on my shoulder and another on my hip.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel it, to know that challenge of his is going to be accomplished.
It builds in my middle, bigger, bigger, bigger—
Until implosion.
“Gray!” I cry out, convulsing around the hard intrusion of him, grinding against his pelvis, clutching at his shoulders as it tears through me.
Not gentle.
Intense.
Incinerating.
And renewed when I hear him groan, “Fuck, Red,” and his strokes go wild, his own orgasm taking him under.
He collapses on top of me, breaths erratic, his lips trailing over my ear, my throat, my jaw.
And I can feel his smile.
Know he’s going to tease me about that challenge being completed.
And I so don’t care.
Because that was…good.
I hold him close, the only sound the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
Only…the pounding doesn’t go away, even as my breathing evens out.
And when I look to the side, I see why.
My heart lurches, embarrassment threatening, but I can’t bring myself to regret this moment with Gray…
Not even when I see the furious woman standing on the other side of the kitchen window.