Chapter 14 Grayson
FOURTEEN
GRAYSON
I once heard a quote about addiction. It begins with the hope that something ‘out there’ can instantly fill up the emptiness inside.
The truth of that has never been truer since meeting her.
She fills that emptiness—a void I’d previously denied myself the opportunity to fill.
I’m fucking addicted to Pippa. The most delicious addiction.
Instead of just driving the fuck home, my truck had other plans—parking in my usual spot around the corner from Pip’s house. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the armchair in the corner of her bedroom, watching her sleep peacefully. Completely unaware of the lurking predator in her room.
I’m falling for her. This isn’t just a game to me or a Halloween thrill to obtain. My obsession with her isn’t hollow or cheap. It’s real.
I’d read plenty of comments on The Hunters thread of DystopiaNet to know the art of stalking someone varies from person to person.
In Danny’s case, Viv is his magical numero uno, and together they play the game.
It works for them. That’s their dynamic.
But where it’s all about the chase for him, I need to possess Pip.
I plan to ruin her for all others, hoping she sees me the same way—just as she’s ruining me.
Watching her breathe as she sleeps, the rise and fall of her chest as the moonlight dances across her skin, is nothing short of witchcraft.
My eyes drift across her curves. She’s kicked the duvet off, and her legs are exposed.
She hums in her sleep, and I wonder what she’s dreaming about.
A few beats later, she answers that thought, a distinguishable word or two here and there, and then. ..
“Grayson.”
Well, fuck. I know heaven isn’t an option for me, but hearing my name exit her sweet lips feels like I’ve secured passage there in spite!
My mother, God rest her soul, always told me I’d find someone one day who’d have the ability to complement my flame.
Mom, if this divine intervention is your doing, well played—I’ve found her.
Now look the fuck away.
I pull my phone out and send a text to her phone. It illuminates on her nightstand. I pick up a book of hers from the chair—a smutty romance she’s marked with post-its, which piques my curiosity for later—and dropping it with deliberate theatrics, the thud slices through the silence in the room.
She jolts awake, sits upright, and claps a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream when she spots me.
“God dammit! Don’t you ever get tired?” she exasperates.
No, baby girl. I do not.
My obsession drives my insomnia.
I cock my head to the side, sarcastically answering her question.
“Right. ‘Cause cats are nocturnal. Got it.” She taps her head sarcastically referencing our cat and mouse chase. I suppress the urge to chuckle.
I wave my lit-up phone at her, and she reaches for hers, conveniently located next to some sex toys I retrieved from her drawer.
Sitting back into the chair, I position myself like a king upon his throne, and she is my subject.
I slowly unzip my hoodie, revealing my pecs and abs beneath.
She swallows hard, her eyes widen, taking me in, and I see in the moonlight her aroused nipples cut through her T-shirt.
Me:
I know you enjoyed my last visit.
Now you know who I’m not; be a good girl and show me how good it made you feel.
Slowly.
I gesture with my hand for her to proceed. She bites her lip and peels back the rest of her covers.
“Which one would you like me to use?” she asks.
Fuck, if submission were a color, she would wear it well. If it were a collar, it would be tightly around her neck with a chain in my hand!
Hmm, she does have a collar.
She holds up the first, a bullet. I shake my head.
The next, a skinny vibrator with a protruding nub.
I shake my head again.
She holds up a vibrating butt plug. This discovery in her drawer both surprised me and instantly made my dick throb.
I shake my head no again. For now.
Then she holds up the last, a thick silicone cock. My mouth waters at the thought of that stretching her apart. I nod, feeling my cock begin to tent in my pants.
“I need to be wet,” she confesses. The vixen is teasing me. I can smell her arousal across the room.
I motion for her to come to me. She stands and slowly struts over to me, standing in front of me. I place my gloved thumbs in her panties and pull them down.
Her wetness glistens on her thighs, but I’ll indulge her. Grabbing her hips, I spin her around and guide her to bend over for me.
Lifting my balaclava, I kick her legs apart wider.
Her scent assaults me. Her perfectly pink cunt – So wet. So inviting. So edible.
All. Fucking. Mine.
She’ll never go without again. Neither will I.
I groan at the sight. The things I want to do to this tight, pretty pussy.
I want to devour her.
Gritting my teeth, I fight my growing urge to impale her with my hard cock.
From this angle, she’d have nowhere to go.
Only up and down. Grinding. Screaming. Her ass and curves putting on a show for me rocking to my rhythm.
I’d grab her by the hair and slide her down to the base of my shaft, feeling her tight heat throb around me.
Feeling her quiver and coat every inch of my dick.
I’d fill her. Claim her. Ruin her.
Fuck, I need to have this woman!
I silence my cravings and tease her in kind with a nibble here and a light kiss there. She wants more and tries to arch her back but is unable to get the leverage required.
This is torture.
For me. For her.
Her whimper and begging weaken my defenses. They haunt my waking dreams.
She’s getting frustrated, her moans becoming more needy.
So, I give my little pipsqueak what I must–a long, meaningful lashing of my tongue up the length of her slit.
She sighs with relief, instant satisfaction as I tend to where she desires most. She’s the sweetest thing I ever tasted, with a delicate balance of flavors on my palate that I could never tire of.
I plunge my tongue into her wet center as far as my jaw will allow. I pull back and plunge again. And again. And again. She bucks against me, trying to gyrate against my face. She’s building, the walls of her pussy quivering.
Not yet baby girl, not before you show me what I came here for.
I stop and withdraw; she whimpers at the loss. I quickly pull my balaclava back down and give her ass a slap. She grins over her shoulder, walking back to the bed.
Pippa sits on the corner, facing me, her legs spread wide for me to see.
Such a good girl.
My hand goes to palm my cock in my pants but fuck these gloves! A necessary evil to hide my bruised knuckles and tattoo. She notices my moment of annoyance.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you,” she assures.
She grabs the thick cock vibrator, runs her tongue down the length of it for show, and drags it down her body to her needy cunt. Stroking herself, coating it in her arousal, she throws her head back with pleasure.
Goddamn!
She slides it inside her; I watch as she stretches and takes it in, and then… she turns it on.
Oh. Fuck.
She moans, and her chest pitches rapidly with her breathing. She inches it in, little by little. Taunting me while her thumb dances circles around her clit.
“You sure you wouldn’t like a closer look? Maybe join me and swap out this silicone cock for something big and beautiful of your own?”
I shake my head. Slowly. Clenching my jaw. My hard dick aggressively protests my decision.
Instead, I fidget in my seat. Watching. Salivating.
She fucks herself for my visual pleasure: panting, squirming, arching her back, and throwing her head back in blissful moans.
One hand is now pleasuring herself with the vibrator, the other caressing her breasts.
“I’m… I’m. Oh God!” she cries, her body convulsing in waves around the toy.
My lips part, breathing heavily, captivated by her.
My cock throbs with need.
She is the most beautiful creature, lost in her orgasm. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, quivering on the bed.
Fuck, I am one lucky son of a bitch.
Seeing her like this, I'm already eager for what comes next in our game.
When she finally comes down from her euphoria, she returns her attention to me through hooded eyes.
“Was that to your liking?”
I nod. I’m white knuckling her armchair. This was the best show of my fucking life! Sweat glistens on her brow as she shoots me a devilish smirk.
She begins walking over. “Now. Your turn.”
I hold my hand up to stop and point to the ground. She understands the assignment, dropping to her knees and crawling.
Such a good fucking girl!
She reaches me, sits up on her knees, and undoes my zipper to free my dick.
“So big!” she praises, nibbling her bottom lip. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
The corner of my lip turns into a sly grin.
Anticipation builds.
She leans in to pay my cock homage but darts away at the last moment.
I shift to protest the loss. I nearly fucking whimper.
I grip the seat to stop myself from slapping her ass hard enough to feel the warmth of the sting through my glove. Would she like that? Would she want to be roughed up? Choked even?
She pushes up on her toes and runs her lips and tongue down my body. Her mouth is soft and warm. I breathe in her sweet, floral-scented hair. Lavender.
She looks so innocent, the way her tousled hair falls over her shoulder.
I reach up and wrap a section of it around my gloved finger.
The irony isn’t lost on me. Who is wrapped around who’s finger?
The hardened peaks of her breasts trail down my body until my cock slides between them, smearing precum into her cleavage.
She rocks back and forth, coating herself with me.
Squeezing her breasts together, she titty fucks my dick.
I throw my head back in bliss to the sound of my cock being milked by her perfect tits.
Oh fuck!
When I look back, she shoots me a mischievous grin before descending lower. She grabs the base of my length, kisses the tip, and then – spits.
Bad. Fucking. Girl.
I bite down a groan with the unexpected show as she smirks and takes me in.
All of me.
Slowly.
Inch by fucking inch until I hear her gag.
I let out a grunted moan at the first feel of her mouth.
She’s a skilled temptress and knows how to work me.
Kneading my balls as she slides her mouth up and down, she curls her tongue around me and hums. A delicious, electric vibration of wet warmth.
Her cheeks hollow out with deep sucks and slurps.
Tears begin to stream from her eyes as her pace quickens. She’s working hard to please me.
She looks up at me, seeking my approval. She has it.
I melt as I look into her eyes.
She’s perfect. So fucking perfect.
I grab the back of her head to guide her into a rhythm as she moans around my length. I can feel my balls tighten. The pressure at the base of my spine builds.
She grabs my waist and pulls herself in as I buck, and streams of cum fill her mouth. She doesn’t waste a single drop and takes everything I give her, eager to please. When I’m satisfied, I pull her back with her hair, tipping her head up.
Her turquoise eyes look back at me with pride.
Fuck me.
As I’m tucking my satiated cock back into my boxers and zipping up my pants, she gets off of her knees and holds her hand out to me. “You ditched me the other night; the least you can do is lie with me until I fall asleep this time.”
Yep, it’s the least I can do.
She settles in bed as I kick off my boots. I sit next to her, resting against the headboard as she nuzzles into me. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders with my free hand, I comb my fingers through her hair. A soft moan escapes her, and she quickly falls asleep, her legs tangled in mine.
I sit a while, relishing in the feel of the moment, watching her. Breathing in her scent.
No, I’m not falling.
I’ve already fallen.
Hard.