Chapter 20 #4
“Fuck,” Grayson growls like a feral animal and picks me up by the waist, causing me to wrap my legs around him.
I run my hands through his thick hair and tug it slightly, as he squeezes my ass.
Our kiss never ceases. Instead, our mouths open, and our tongues battle for control.
My moan makes him grunt in approval, and he presses himself against me as I get wetter, feeling how hard he is.
I try to drown out the voices of reason in the back of my mind as I press him closer and moan.
This is Grayson, the professor you’re working with. The one who keeps leading you on, all hot for you one second and apologizing the next.
But he’s also Ace, the man who made my summer. Now his mouth is on mine again, and all I want to do is throw caution to the wind, take him to bed, and let him use me.
His hand tangles in my hair, not coming up for breath once, and it’s been so long since we’ve touched and even longer since I last had sex. I can’t help but move my hand to cup him through his pants. He twitches beneath my palm, which makes me whimper against his mouth.
Grayson pulls away from my lips, gazing at me with raw desire. “Emma.” He says my name as a warning, but also as a plea.
“Don’t think,” I tell him, and I rub my hand up and down his cock until he closes his eyes and his mouth moves to my neck. My back arches, and a moan slips out as I cup him harder.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”
A small laugh escapes me, and I pull my hand away, but he quickly puts it back as he plants my feet down on the floor again.
Our eyes stay fixed on each other as I wait to see what his plan is.
He moves his hand from my back up to my neck, making me shudder, then he cups the back of my head and pulls my hair so hard it causes me to wince.
Grayson smiles and twitches beneath my palm again. He enjoys the small pain he caused, and I did too. He must notice because he pulls a little more, and a whimper escapes me as my eyes droop with lust.
“You like that?” He leans down to kiss the spot behind my ear, and I nod. “How wet are you right now, Emma?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
He hisses as his free hand squeezes my waist. I rub him again, and he quickly swats my palm before taking a couple of steps back, leaving about three feet between us.
His hair is an utter mess, his shirt is now wrinkled and half untucked, and his boner is obvious, giving me a peek at how big he is… which is very big.
After checking him out, I look up and tilt my head in confusion and fear when he remains quiet. I go to speak when he places a finger over his lips that signals me to hush.
Grayson does a full-body sweep of me and surveys our surroundings. It’s past ten p.m. now, and although this street isn’t near any houses, it’s wide open. Anyone could walk by and see us, but it’s eerily quiet in this part of Kingston on a Wednesday night.
He must notice that when he meets my eyes again, and says, “Lift your skirt.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“If I touch you any more, I’m going to end up fucking you against this wall.” My knees weaken at that, and his lips twitch at my reaction.
“Take me to your place,” I beg.
“Not tonight.” I pout, and he raises a finger. “Lift. Up. Your. Skirt.”
Looking around us one last time, I give in and do as he says. Grayson’s unique eyes track my deliberately slow movements as his hands clench into fists and he holds his breath.
And me? I’m trembling and don’t know how I’m still standing.
This is all too much, and I’ve had to shut my mind off except for the part that keeps track of how long it’s been since I’ve felt this way.
Terrified, excited, and turned on beyond all belief.
Looking at Grayson and recalling what he said, I realize the kind of power I’m holding, and even though he’s telling me what to do, I’m the one in control.
My skirt reaches the top of my sheer tights, revealing my thin thong, and he steps closer, gazing at me with longing.
“Now what?”
“Touch yourself.”
Not second-guessing his request, I slide my hand under my tights.
“Keep looking at me.” Nodding, I reach under my thong to my slit.
A loud gasp escapes me when I reach my clit.
Grayson grabs my hair again and places his forearm against the brick wall, keeping some sort of distance between us.
It seems to be his way of controlling himself. “Put one finger in,” he whispers.
Doing as he says, I feel how wet my underwear is and slowly insert a finger inside myself, pretending it’s his. “Grayson, fuck,” I moan.
He moves his hand from the back of my head and cups my jaw. “Now, make yourself come for me.”
Jesus Christ. “Okay.” That won’t take very long, except I get distracted by a car passing by the corner.
“I’m covering you, don’t worry,” he says, reading my mind. “I just need to see you come, and I can’t be the one to do it right now.”
Grayson’s pupils are fully dilated, and he’s stiff until I resume my movements and insert a second finger inside myself, then let out a sigh. He imitates the sound a moment later against my lips.
Wrong. This is so, so wrong…which only makes it better.
“Tell me what you’re doing. Let me picture your fingers as me inside of you.”
I fist his shirt with my free hand. “Grayson, please. I need you.”
His body moves closer to mine, and I feel his hard dick against my stomach. “I’m right here. Don’t stop.”
Groaning, I throw my head back. “I added a second finger…”
He places a kiss on my neck. “How wet are you for me?”
“Soaked,” I say on a gasp, feeling myself growing closer as I clench around my fingers.
“You’re close,” he states. I nod. “I finally get to see you come.”
A loud whimper leaves me. “I’m rubbing my clit now.” Fuck, I need him closer. Grayson seems to understand when I tug on his shirt, and he presses his chest against mine, practically crushing me.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he says firmly. My eyes snap open, and his gleam with anticipation. The ecstasy filling my core and veins heightens. “That’s right, rub your clit and come for me, Emma.”
My body shakes, and I wrap my arm around his back, holding on for dear life.
“I’m coming.” Grayson places a hand over my mouth, muffling the loud moans pouring out of me as I vibrate from head to toe, my mind going completely hazy as I explode.
“The way you look when you fall apart…fuck,” he hisses.
His hand leaves my mouth, and he kisses me, swallowing my suppressed screams with his tongue.
We’re both shaking for completely different reasons, and as I start to come down from my high, I realize that this is the most intense orgasm I’ve ever given myself.
I’ve never shaken this way, not by myself or with any of the men I’ve been with.
He pushes himself off the wall as my trembling subsides. He’s stiff, still holding on to his self-control, and I have no idea how he’s doing it. I would’ve broken in a second. Hell, I did.
“Take your hand out,” he demands. Hissing at the sensitivity near my clit, I drag my hand out of my tights, ready to wipe it on a tissue I have in my purse and use some sanitizer, when Grayson grabs my wrist. My eyes shoot up to his as he lifts my arm and presses my fingers against his lips.
His tongue shoots out…a request. A sharp breath leaves me, and I tip my head, granting him permission.
He takes the two that are the wettest and sucks them, closing his eyes and groaning.
My legs weaken again, and my eyes stay wide open. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and the last thing I expected. He opens his eyes as he finishes licking them clean and rubs them against his lips once more before gently dropping my hand.
“And I finally got to taste you,” he whispers.
My chest is heaving, and now I want to drop to my knees and taste him too. He’s still hard, and I’m sure that won’t be going away anytime soon.
As if reading my mind, he grabs my chin and shakes his head with a half smile. “I’m okay. I have the perfect image of you to fuck my fist to later.”
“You’re killing me here, Grayson.”
A sarcastic laugh leaves him. “You’re telling me.”
After I smile, we look at each other, knowing tonight changed everything.
“Grayson…”
A loud huff leaves him. “I know.”
Biting my lip, I lay a hand on his chest. “Now what?”
He shrugs. “Let’s not try to figure that out so late at night.” Grayson pauses and hesitates, his eyes shifting. “I think this goes without saying, but we should keep this between the two of us until we figure everything out.”
I laugh sarcastically. “Trust me, Professor Hayes, the one thing I know how to do is keep a secret. Besides, your reputation isn’t the only one on the line. It’s kind of exciting, though.”
“What part?”
“The idea of sneaking around.”
Grayson smiles. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Let me take you home. We’ll talk more about this later.”
He grabs me for the millionth time tonight, but I don’t fight him. “Are you going to let me touch you?”
“Not tonight.” He side-eyes me and laughs at my pout. “Trust me when I say it hurts me much more than it does you.”
We’re near his car when I roll my eyes, and say, “Then why are you making yourself suffer?”
Grayson twists around and kisses me again.
“Because I’ll come in two fucking minutes, Emma, and I want the first time to last. I want to lick and fuck you all night so hard that you can barely stand, let alone walk the next day, in every position possible, making you scream until your voice is hoarse.
” My core clenches, and I’m ready for a second round of whatever tonight was.
It’s so rare for me to want someone like this, and my subconscious slowly rears its ugly head.
There’s a red light going off, and I know it’s because I have no idea where this is headed, and I can’t let myself enjoy something casual for one damn second, and that pisses me off.
“Oh, and Emma?”
He knocks me out of my haze. “Yeah?”
Grayson pulls out the hundred-dollar bill I placed on the table and the fifty I gave to Cecil. “Don’t worry, Cecil got a very generous tip.” He slips the money into one of the pockets of my sweater dress. “And I know you’ve got more than enough to pay, but so do I.”
And with that, he opens the car door for me, lifts me up, and helps me in.
A couple of weeks—that’s all it took for this to happen. I can only blame London…and my stubborn, straightforward self.