Chapter 33 - Josie
Josie
The moment the hotel door closed behind us, Grayson was on me, pinning me against the wall and holding me like he never wanted to let go.
He gripped my ass with his wide palms and raised me up until my back was to the wall.
He gazed into my eyes for a moment, an unspoken agreement passing between us.
One final acknowledgment that we both desperately wanted this.
Then he sealed his mouth over mine with a kiss that was so powerful I almost died on the spot.
He was strong enough to hold me against the wall with one powerful arm, his free hand sliding underneath my hockey jersey to grip one of my breasts.
He squeezed it hard with need, then dove his fingers beneath my bra to pinch one of my nipples.
I surged upward with need as he kissed me harder, letting a groan rumble up from his throat.
I tore at his clothes, managing to pull his shirt off through our eager kiss. His lips returned to mine instantly, kissing me so deeply that time lost all meaning.
When I opened my eyes, I took in the sight of his bare chest. “Oh my God,” I muttered.
Grayson glanced down at himself, then returned his eyes to mine. “You’ve seen me shirtless before. In the locker room.”
“This is different. I actually like you now.” I let my fingers dance over his chest, luxuriating in the corded lines of muscle that covered him so thoroughly. “When I saw you in the locker room, I was determined to hate everything you—”
He silenced me with another kiss, pinning me against the wall even harder while his hand squeezed my ass through my jeans. Then the wall was gone and I was floating as he carried me deeper into the room, toward the bed.
“You’re messy,” he said.
“I was going to film a video after the game,” I said. “That’s why there are clothes and makeup boxes everywhere.”
“Sorry for derailing your plans.”
“I don’t think you’re really sorry.”
“You’re right.” He grinned wickedly. “I’m not.”
He tossed me on the bed like I weighed nothing.
I smiled up at him while moving backward toward the pillows, but then Grayson grabbed my ankles and dragged me back to the edge.
He had a steel gaze in his eyes, the kind of look he wore when he had stolen the puck and was racing toward the goal.
I could tell there was only one thought running through his head right now:
What he was going to do to me.
He tore my jeans off, grabbing my panties along with them and tossing the clothes to the side.
I instinctively pushed my knees together, feeling suddenly modest in my nudity, but Grayson grabbed my thighs and spread them with firm strength.
He took a moment to admire the sight of me, another smile touching his lips.
“Are you supposed to have sex before a game?” I asked. “It’s not going to tire you out, is it?”
“I don’t give a single fuck,” he replied with absolute certainty.
Then he tugged me closer to the edge of the bed, fell to his knees, and buried his face in my pussy.
I moaned, my body writhing underneath his sensual kiss. His powerful arms held me down while he ate me out, tasting me like I was the meal he’d been dreaming about.
“You taste amazing,” he breathed into my lower lips.
I tightened my fingers in his hair and pulled him back into me. “Don’t stop.”
He moaned while returning to his task, a wonderful humming noise that vibrated up into my lady parts. I gazed down at the sight of him, the bulging muscles in his shoulders and arms on full display while he licked my pussy.
The moment he dragged his thumb around to my clit, pushing it in a tight circle, I absolutely came to pieces. My cries of pleasure filled the hotel room, Grayson tightening his arm on me while I came, only loosening it when my back stopped arching and I relaxed into the bedsheets.
Grayson gave my pussy one parting kiss, then stood up. “Are you on the pill?” he demanded while unzipping his jeans.
“I am.”
“Thank God,” he breathed, shedding his pants. “Because there’s no way my hard-on is going away any time soon. It would be awkward if I had to run down the street to buy condoms.”
I started to make a joke about that, but then he dropped his boxer-briefs and his sledgehammer of a cock filled my view. My eyes widened at the bulging tip, imagining it inside of me.
Grayson leaned forward, and I spread my legs to welcome him on top of me, but then he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my belly. I yelped as he knelt on the bed, planting a wet kiss on my ass cheek.
“That’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he said, giving my cheek a loud smack.
I gasped from the sudden, unexpected sting.
“Too hard?” he asked.
“Not even close,” I replied over my shoulder.
He pulled my arms behind me, pinning both wrists to my lower back with one hand while giving my ass another loud smack, even harder than the first. This time I moaned instead of gasping, an excited jolt of pleasure shooting up my body.
“I’ve been dreaming of this ass,” he told me, bending down to drag his teeth across one cheek, his hard-on brushing against my calf.
“It’s all yours,” I breathed.
“Believe me, pussycat: I know.”
He moved lower, kissing my pussy from behind, his nose buried in my ass.
I sighed happily through the pleasure, gently fighting the firm grip he had on my wrists.
It was so freeing to surrender to him, to be completely under his control.
To finally give in to the undeniable sexual chemistry we’d felt since that very first date.
All of my senses were on fire, heightening all the places our skin touched.
Finally, he released his grip on me and climbed higher on the bed until his cock was pressing against my ass cheek. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
“About what?” I asked over my shoulder.
His tongue licked across the side of my neck. “Fucking you until you’re begging me to come. Exploding inside you until I can barely move.”
He adjusted his hips, allowing his cock to slide lower. Closer to my entrance. His teeth raked over my upper back, the scruff on his cheeks scratching wonderfully against my skin.
“Tell me you want it,” he growled.
“Mmm, I want it,” I purred back at him.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“My what?” he demanded.
“All of you.” The filthy words came pouring out of my mouth, that’s how urgently I needed him. “Your body, your cock, your come.”
I felt him smile against the back of my neck. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
His massive tip settled against my entrance, and I held my breath. Grayson shifted his weight to one elbow and pushed deep, forcing my lips open. He sank into me, widening my walls with his thickness, pulling a different kind of gasp from my lungs.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
Grayson groaned with me. “You’re so tight.”
I wanted to tell him that he was so big, but he grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted my face around so he could claim me with another kiss.
He began grinding into me, pushing deep while holding me down on the bed.
Then he let go of my hair and pushed my face back down, resting his forehead into my hair while giving me steady little thrusts.
The pleasure was so intense that I had to bite my lower lip.
I’d never been fucked like this before, held down and possessed like an object.
It was exactly what I wanted, what I needed with Grayson.
It just felt right.
I lost myself in the erotic motion of his body on top of mine, moaning and whimpering.
Every thrust caused me to rock forward on the bed, my clit rubbing against a bunched up section of the comforter.
The heat was building between my legs, a swirling storm of ecstasy that grew stronger with every ragged thrust of his cock against my G-spot.
Grayson let out another moan, and it might have been the sexiest noise I’d ever heard.
Soon I was pushing my ass back, meeting him stroke for stroke. He wrapped one arm around my neck, bringing his fingers up to cup my jaw. His thumb was pressing against my mouth, so I parted my lips and sucked on the tip, like I was giving it a blowjob while his cock drove into me from behind.
His free arm slid underneath my hip, going between my legs to touch my swollen clit. A firestorm of pleasure exploded in my body the moment he touched me; I arched my back and moaned around his thumb, begging him for more.
All the other worries in my life faded away. There was only me, and Grayson, and the mindless drive of our bodies. Soon I was panting heavily, moaning as he picked up the pace with his thick cock, slamming it into me like he was trying to break it off.
My eyes clenched shut against my will, and I came for a second time, longer and more intense than the first. Much more intense—waves of pleasure kept coming, his thumb still circling my clit persistently, extending the orgasm as he held me down.
Then he was grunting in time with every thrust, the noise filled with satisfaction as he made me come. I thought he was close, and was so eager for him to come with me that I allowed myself to moan louder, filling the hotel room with the evidence of my ecstasy.
But then he pulled back, his dick sliding out of me. His hand lashed out, spanking me again, the flash of pain mixing with my pleasure in the most delightful way.
“Did you come?” I asked, wondering if I had missed it while I was lost in my own climax.
“No,” he replied. “I’m not done with you yet. Roll over.”
Before I could obey, he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my back himself.
Like he couldn’t wait long enough for me to move myself—he had to have me now.
The broad-shouldered hockey player grabbed my ankles like he’d done earlier, tugging me to the edge of the bed before burying his cock into me again.
I was drenched by this point, and his hard length was coated with my juices, so he slid all the way inside with perfect friction.
Grayson craned his head back and moaned, his full body on display before me like an oil painting.
Except unlike a painting, he was one hundred percent real.
He sank into me with his full weight, falling forward on the bed and sliding his tongue back into my mouth. I cupped the side of his face with one hand, reaching around to squeeze his ass with the other. It was like a muscular boulder, contracting every time he drove into me.
I quickly realized he’d been holding back up to this point, because now he truly began fucking me like there was no tomorrow.
I wrapped my legs around him and arched my back, allowing him to drive deeper into me with every thrust. His fingers settled into my hair, tugging my head back so he could kiss my neck while he relentlessly pounded me.
“Jesus,” he groaned, tongue licking a trail up my neck to my ear. “Pussycat…”
This time, the nickname turned me on more than anything else he could have called me.
“Grayson,” I moaned back at him. Now it was my time to grab onto a handful of his hair and tug him backward so I could gaze into those perfect green eyes. We shared a connection in that moment, something more than just lust and physical release. “Come inside of me,” I begged.
He rested his forehead against mine, jaw clenching tightly as he gritted out another desperate, “Fuck…”
My own eyes wanted to clench shut again, but I used all of my energy to keep them open. To drink in the sight of this sexy man as he came to pieces inside me. His eyes widened with a mixture of shock and pain, and then his mouth fell open and a deep growl of ecstasy escaped his throat.
His breathing became erratic as he exploded, cock pulsing against my inner walls.
His thrusts were quick and urgent as he emptied himself deep inside me, his entire body going tight like a wire on top of me.
Another little orgasm rocked my body along with his, and then he pushed as far into me as he could, every quivering inch of him, before his body relaxed.
He collapsed on top of me, and I savored the weight of him in that moment together where the entire world was perfect and nothing else mattered.