5. Chapter 5
Chapter 5
River
I t’s been two years since I had a man’s hands on me.
Now, I want nothing more than to have Gray’s hands covering every inch of me.
Learning every curve, every dip, and every bit of soft muscle.
His long fingers curl into the band of my pants before sliding them down my legs. Butterflies float through my lower belly, my core tightening before further soaking my Lycra seamless underwear.
“I bet you taste like a cool drink of water,” he breathes, the tip of his proud nose running along my seam atop my basic panties.
Fuck . Did he just say that? Did I like that?
“Grayson.”
“Already demoted from Gray,” he chuckles against my bare inner thigh, the short beard tickling my skin. The abrasiveness is as tantalizing as it is a tease.
Yet another giggle bursts from me as I writhe to get away. I stopped being a woman who produced carefree noises like that a long time ago.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He pulls me back to him with ease, his fingers digging into my outer thighs. “Baby, when I’m done, these luscious thighs are gonna be covered in my beard burn.”
“Gray,” I pant.
I’ve never had a man talk to me like this. Never had one touch me like this. I definitely never had one bury his nose in my wet underwear and inhale as if he hadn’t had a lick of fresh air in years.
My last boyfriend, back in Louisville, never teased me like this. The sex was basic, but he had a big dick, so it was fine. I never knew what I was missing.
Gray isn’t even inside me yet, and I know it won’t be that. Sex with him will shatter me into a million pieces before that mouth puts me back together.
“Why are you still dressed?” I breathe, attempting to watch him lick and suck my core through the thin fabric.
“Because I take care of my woman first. Don’t worry, before we’re done here tonight, I’m definitely fucking this.” Before I can process what he’s doing, my underwear are torn down my legs, his mouth clamping down on my sensitive flesh, tongue pushing inside my entrance.
“Fuck. Gray.” That single syllable drawn out with a moan. My fingers instantly tangle in his hair, the bill of his cap pushing against the bed, pulling it away from my head.
He only chuckles against me. My arousal coating his face and soaking his short beard. The combination of curling fingers and the rhythm of his tongue make me buck and writhe beneath him. Every sensation taking me closer and closer to the edge. A nip of my swollen bud, making me press my thighs tight against his head, only for him to push them wide again.
“You taste so good, Boss.”
There are no words. There’s nothing but the feel of this man consuming me. One hand holds my pelvis flat, his strength enough to keep me from moving as he bites, sucks, and flicks his tongue around my clit.
“Gray. I need—”
“Go ‘head, baby. Feed me. Come all over my tongue.”
There are too many sensations to focus on. The scratch of his facial hair. That intense rotation of his tongue. The immeasurable pressure of his thumb against my swollen bundle of nerves. Or the rough calluses of his massive palm holding me in place.
A storm rages in my lower belly, growing stronger with the passing seconds. My fingers tugging at his roots mercilessly. His hiss bringing a lazy grin to my face.
“Gray.” The last word I get out before I explode on his tongue. My hips grind into his face, begging for more. Pleading for everything.
The high is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My orgasm continuing to vibrate through me despite Gray only showering me in soft kisses along the top of my pelvis.
A sudden wash of cold comes over me. The sound of a buckle, a zipper, and then jeans being kicked across the room filling my ears. Cracking one eye open, I nearly choke.
It was clear he was big through his jeans, but that thing standing tall at his hips now, gripped in his large palm, is a monster.
“Like what you see, Boss?”
“Uh…” There are no words and likely no way his cock is going to fit. My ex was big, and so was Beckett, but what the fuck is Gray? Part elephant?
I can only lick my lips, pushing up onto my elbows, legs spreading wider in invitation.
He moves toward me. A slow prowl that only makes me want him more. My core pulsing in time with my racing heart. My fluttering walls ready to have him inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. Making me scream his name out here where no one can hear me.
“I asked you a question, River.”
The tip of his nose trails along my cheek. His breath fanning out over my face before our gazes lock. Whiskey-brown eyes study me. A last chance for me to back out. But I won’t. From the time that man sat next to me at the bar, I’m not sure that was an option.
Sliding my palm over his beard, his eyes press shut, long dark lashes fanning over the apples of his cheeks.
“I’d like it better inside me.”
He snorts, that wide grin spreading on his face, showcasing perfect teeth.
“Let’s see what we can do about that, Boss.”
That grin spreads, my insides screaming to feel this man move inside me. I’ve never been a woman like this. Eager to jump into bed with a sexy man who says all the right things. But Gray is different. This feels different.
Reaching between us, my fingers wrap around his girth. Heat radiates off him in waves, that thick vein pulsing in my grasp.
Catching his gaze once more, I notch him at my entrance. “Go ‘head. Put my dick inside you.”
A challenge.
A dare.
We move at the same time, his hips dipping and mine tilting up for him to sink the first few inches in.
“Fuck!” the word barked as he slides back just to shift further forward.
My fingers dig into the back of his neck, his teeth gritted.
“River, why are you so fucking tight?”
“Because I’m not a floozy.”
His mouth presses to mine, tongue sweeping inside, dancing in time to our racing pulses. The taste of me on his lips drawing out my moan.
“Baby, neither am I.”
I’m not sure I believe him, nor am I sure I care. Not when he feels this good. Not when his cock is stretching me further than should be possible.
Those talented hips roll, pushing him deeper with each thrust. And now I know why he can handle those bulls with no effort. “Just—Shh. Just—”
“Whatever you want, Boss.”
It’s impossible to keep track of every undulation of Gray’s body or the rippling of his muscles beneath my palms. That wet tongue sucking at my neck and breasts.
“Hang on.”
There’s no time to tighten my grip before he flips to his back, taking me with him. Those hips refusing to stop pumping up into me even as I tip forward.
The weight of his hat hangs off my ponytail, seconds from falling before he sits up just enough to right it on my head.
“Ride me, River.”
Hooded, lust-filled eyes stare up at me, my palms bracing against his solid chest before I bounce. The clap of our skin reverberates off the walls, my head thrown back, mouth wide open.
“Gray…”
“That’s it. Take what you want.”
Our rhythm changes, my pelvis rolling against his before he pulls me down to his chest, holding me in place. My sensitive nipples verge on pain with our torsos flush against each other, his hips pulsing up into mine so fast I can barely breathe.
“You came on my tongue. Time to come all over my dick.”
The rumble of his voice through our chests is all I need to fly over the edge. My release barreling through me like a freight train. Every nerve is alive, zinging through my insides at an erratic and epic pace. But he’s not done. His cock pumping into me several more times before he fills me.
Hot cum shoots inside my core. Jet after jet filling me with every little jerk of his hips. The thick mix of us leaking out onto our joined pelvises. Just another fluid to mix with our sweat-coated skin. I’ve never felt so disgusting but so turned on all at once.
Collapsing on his chest, we breathe heavily. I wait for him to roll me to the side, freeing himself from me, but he doesn’t. One palm lies flat against my back, the other petting my hair in the most soothing gesture.
“You okay?” he pants.
“Define okay.”
“What do you need?”
A man has never asked me that before. They’ve never cared if I needed anything after sex. It always seemed more like, okay, we’re done . Goodnight. Not necessarily in a bad way, just a typical way.
But I think I’m quickly learning there’s nothing typical about Gray.
“Need to stay right here.” The choppy sentence nothing more than huffed words. Between working all day at the hospital, tending to the injured rodeo folks, then dancing and drinking at the bar to this, I’m fucking exhausted.
“Give me a minute.” He finally moves me to the side, the slurp of his dick slipping free, making me tuck my lips into my mouth to keep from moaning at no longer having him there to fill me. “Don’t move.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
He’s back in moments, a warm cloth in hand.
I remember him cleaning my skin. He also asked me questions, but sleep claimed me faster than it had any right to.
Sleep, I desperately needed.