Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
MOLLY
The next night Grayson and I decide to meet some friends of mine at a bar to celebrate that I’m not actually leaving.
A staying party, as opposed to a going away party.
It’s nothing fancy—just a few friends from work at the bar with their significant others.
I see Grayson standing on the other side of the room.
My heels click against the polished floor as I close the distance between us. I don’t touch him—not yet—but I let my body brush against his as I pass, just enough to leave the scent of my perfume in my wake. "Meet me in the back alley in five minutes. If you dare.”
I don’t look back. I don’t need to. The heat of his gaze follows me all the way to the restroom, where I freshen my lipstick, a dark, sinful red that matched the intentions swirling in my mind.
The alley is narrow, the air thick with the scent of rain-dampened pavement.
I lean against the brick wall, one leg crossed over the other, my skirt riding up just enough to tease.
Grayson appears at the mouth of the alley, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable in the dim glow of the streetlamp.
"Took you long enough," I murmur, though I’d only been waiting a minute.
"Had to make sure no one was watching," he said, stepping closer. The space between us crackles, charged with anticipation. "You’re bad, you know that?"
I laugh, a low, throaty sound. "You have no idea.
" I reach out, my fingers grazing the front of his slacks.
He was already hard, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric.
"Mmm. Eager, aren’t we?" I don’t wait for an answer.
Instead, I grip him through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him hiss.
"Tell me, Grayson. Do you like being told what to do? "
His breath hitches. "Fuck yes."
"Good." My voice drops to a whisper, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I speak. "Because tonight, you’re mine. And you’re going to do exactly what I say. Understood?"
Grayson groans, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Yes, ma’am.”
I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, my fingers still working the button of his slacks.
"First, you’re going to kiss me. Not gentle.
Not sweet. Like you’ve been starving for it.
" I don’t give him time to respond before my mouth crashes into his, my tongue sweeping past his lips in a claim so fierce it steals his breath.
Grayson kisses me back just as hungrily, his hands finally giving in, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
I moan into his mouth, my nails scraping down his chest before I push him back against the opposite wall.
"Hands on the brick," I order, my voice breathless but firm.
Grayson obeys instantly, his palms flattening against the rough surface as I drop to my knees in front of him.
I look up at him, my fingers deftly unzipping his pants.
"Such a good boy," I purr, freeing his cock. It was thick, veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I lick my lips. "Now, you’re going to watch me suck you off. And you’re not going to cum until I say so. "
Grayson’s breath becomes ragged as I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, my thumb swiping over the slick tip. "Fuck, Molly—"
"Shh." I cut him off with a slow, deliberate lick from root to tip, my tongue swirling around the crown before I take him into my mouth. Grayson’s hips jerk forward involuntarily, a guttural sound tearing from his throat.
I hum around him, the vibration making his legs shake.
I take him deep, my throat opening for him, my lips sealing around the base as I swallow around his length.
"Oh, fuck," Grayson groans, his fingers curling against the brick like he is fighting the urge to tangle them in my hair.
I pull back with a wet pop, my lips swollen, my chin glistening.
"You like that, don’t you?" I murmur, stroking him with one hand while the other cups his balls, rolling them gently. "You like being mine.”
"God, yes," he gasps.
I smirk. "Good. Because we’re just getting started."
I dip two fingers between my folds, gathering my arousal before circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "Mmm, you want this, don’t you?" I tease, my voice thick with desire. "You want to bury that big cock inside me and fuck me until I scream?"
"Yes," he growls, his muscles tensed, his entire body trembling with restraint. He tries to reach out for me.
I bite my lip, my fingers moving faster, my breath hitching as pleasure coiled tight in my belly.
"Not yet," I whisper, my free hand reaching out to wrap around his shaft again. "First, you’re going to tell me exactly how you’re going to fuck me.
" I stroke him in time with my own movements, my thumb swiping over the slick head of his cock.
"I want to hear it. Every. Dirty. Detail. "
Grayson’s jaw clenches, his voice rough with need.
"I’m going to flip you around, bend you over, and slap that perfect ass until it’s red.
Then I’m going to spread you open and lick your pussy until you’re sobbing, until you’re begging me to fuck you.
" His words come faster, more desperate. "And when you can’t take it anymore, when you’re dripping and trembling, I’m going to shove my cock inside you so hard you’ll feel me for days.
I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, until your legs give out, until you come all over my cock because I own that pussy and I’ll take it whenever I damn please. ”
My fingers still, my breath catching in my throat.
"God," I whisper, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.
"That’s exactly what I wanted to hear." I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean, my eyes never leaving his.
"Now, you’re going to do everything you just promised. "
Grayson nods frantically, his chest heaving. He moves toward me, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall, his body covering mine. I gasp as his hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack, the sting radiating through me, making my pussy throb.
"Again," I demand, my voice breathless.
Grayson doesn’t hesitate. His hand comes down again, harder this time, the sound echoing in the alley.
I moan, my nails scraping against the brick as he spanks me a third time, then a fourth, each slap making me wetter, needier.
"Fuck, you take it so well," he growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass before he drops to his knees behind me.
I spread my legs wider, bracing myself against the wall as Grayson’s tongue drags up my inner thigh.
"Oh, god," I whimper, my hips rocking back instinctively.
His breath is hot against my skin, his fingers gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks as his tongue finally finds my pussy.
He licks me from my entrance to my clit in one long, slow stroke, and I cry out, my knees nearly buckling.
"Yes," I hiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as he does it again, then again, his tongue swirling around my clit before he sucks it between his lips. Grayson groans against me, the vibration making my toes curl. "Don’t stop, don’t stop—" My voice breaks into a moan as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. "Oh, fuck, right there, right there—"
Grayson doesn’t let up. He fucks me with his fingers, his tongue working my clit in relentless circles.
My body trembles, my orgasm building like a storm.
"I’m—I’m—" I don’t get to finish. Grayson’s fingers crook inside me, his teeth grazing my clit, and she cum with a broken cry, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my juices dripping down his chin.
Before I can even catch my breath, Grayson is on his feet, his cock pressing against my ass. "Tell me you want it," he growls.
I turn my head, meeting his gaze over my shoulder, my lips swollen, my eyes dark with lust. “Take me," I demand. "Now."
He grips his cock, guiding it to my entrance, and in one rough thrust, he is inside me, filling me so completely I see white. I cry out, my nails digging into the brick as he pulls back and slams into me again, harder this time, his hips snapping against my ass with a wet slap.
"Yes," I gasp, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. "Harder. Take me harder."
Grayson groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he obeys, his cock pistoning in and out of me with bruising force.
The alley fills with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the slick, obscene noises of my pussy taking every inch of him, the ragged moans spilling from both our lips.
"You feel so fucking good," Grayson grunts, his breath hot against my neck. "So tight, so wet—"
I reach back, gripping his hair, yanking his head to the side so I can crush my mouth to his in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. "I want you to cum inside me," I pant against his lips. "I want to feel you fill me up."
Grayson’s rhythm falters, his cock twitching deep inside her. "Fuck, Molly, I—"
"Now," I order, my voice a whip crack. “Cum for me, now."
With a guttural groan, Grayson buries himself to the hilt and cums, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside me, his cum filling me in hot, thick spurts.
I cry out, my own orgasm crashing over me again, my pussy milking him for every last drop.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling, breathless, our bodies slick with sweat and spent desire.
Finally, Grayson pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with our combined release.
I turn to face him, my back against the wall, my legs still shaking.
I reach up, cupping his face, my thumb brushing over his swollen lips.
"Good boy," I laugh, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth.
"Now, take me home. I’m not done with you yet. "
"Yes, ma’am," he growls, and I know the night is far from over.