“Oh my God,” I gasp, rocking my hips against his face. This is wild, wilder than anything I’ve experienced. Grayson doesn’t taste me like he wants me…
But like he needs me.
I can feel my walls tighten and I lift a hand, grabbing onto one of my breasts to pinch a nipple.
“Fuck, yes, come for me.”
I look down at myself, writhing against his face. His gaze is directed up at me. Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. I can’t hold back any longer.
I convulse around him and cry out his name as I come, my fingers digging into his hair as he continues his sensual assault on my sensitive flesh. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I grind myself against his face, riding out my orgasm.
“Holy shit,” I mutter as I open my eyes, loosening the hold I have on his hair.
He smiles before he begins pressing kisses against my inner thigh, letting my leg slide from his shoulder. Standing up, he pulls me to his chest and brings his lips to mine. I moan again as his tongue swipes mine. His mouth is wet from going down on me, and I can taste it on his tongue, but I don’t care. It only fuels my need for him more.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I lift it up, breaking our kiss for a second to bring it over his head. My hands instantly go to his chest and feel the ridges of his muscles as he continues to devour my mouth.
His hands reach behind me and unhook my bra.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he murmurs, pushing his hands against my ass and lifting me. “I need to get you in a bed.”
“I’m not sleepy,” I whisper, teasing him and pressing my lips and my tongue down the column of his throat. His low rumble of laughter vibrates against my heated skin, and I pull back to see his eyes lit with amusement.
“Good.” His hand smacks my bare skin, making me yelp, and when I jump, I press against his obvious erection. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Our smiles fade, the humor quickly forgotten, replaced with unabashed need for one another as our lips meet again. I hold tight to him while he carries me up the stairs of the suite, molding my mouth to his, until he gently lays me down on the massive bed covered with the most luxurious gray silk covering.
I feel like I’m on a bed of clouds as I land on top of the bed and Grayson climbs over me.
Our lips fuse together and my hands fall to his belt. With hurried movements, I undo his belt and then the button and zipper on his pants, pushing them past his hips.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he moans, pressing his erection against my center.
My thighs widen as I make more room for him to settle in between me.
“Yes,” I gasp as he rolls his hips, rocking against me. His thick and warm cock slides against my slickness, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning out his name.
He pulls back, reaching into the back of his pocket at the same time he kicks his pants down and off his legs. I watch as he tears the condom open and my lips part when he sheathes himself.
Done, he looks down at me, my hair splayed and tangled all over his bed covering. His gaze slowly roams my bare skin, drinking in every inch of me. I fight the urge to shift or hide myself under his unending perusal of my body as his tongue slides out and he licks his bottom lip.
Our eyes meet, his gaze full of wonderfully wicked intent.
“This is going to be fast and hard. I have to have you.”
I can only nod, my words and thoughts lost in the haze of my own arousal as his words filter through my ears.
He reaches down, puts his hands on my hips, and flips me over before pulling me back to my knees.
I gasp in shock and look at him over my shoulder as I dig my fingertips into the bed, holding tight.
His cock slides against me, teasing my opening while one of his hands glides down my spine before moving back up. A low moan escapes me as his hand tangles in my hair at the back of my head and he tugs gently but firmly.
“I will make it up to you later, Kennedy, but I can’t wait another minute.”
My back bows as I feel the tip of him at my entrance. “Whatever you want, Grayson,” I whisper, my eyes locked on his…his gaze fixed at my center as he pushes himself inside me.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans when he’s fully seated inside me.
I have never felt so desired. I have never been so consumed with wanting someone else. The fact that he seems to feel the same way about me has my body thrumming with a need that quickly turns to a boil along my skin as he begins to move.
He fucks me hard and quick, his hips pistoning against my backside. One of his hands maintains a grip on my hip while he plunders into me. The slapping of skin and our pleasured moans fill my ears as he rocks back and forth, pulling and pushing in and out of me like he can’t get deep enough.
“Yes,” I hiss, on a brutal thrust forward. My orgasm spreads like wildfire along my veins with every delicious inward thrust of his hips. “I’m coming.”
“Get there,” he grunts, his hand dropping from my hair before sliding around to my front. “Come on, Kennedy. You feel fucking fantastic.”
His fingers slide against my clit and the sensation is too much, too powerful, too freaking amazing to hold back any longer.
I scream his name as my climax ignites, my hands sliding on the covers, losing their grip, and I fall forward, my cheek pressed against the bed. His fingers continue their ministrations, drawing out every ripple and wave of my orgasm until he finally pushes himself inside me one more time and grunts out his release.
Our skin is slick with sweat, and his chest collapses against mine. I can feel the matching wild rhythm of our hearts beating.
Grayson presses soft kisses along my shoulder and the side of my neck as he slowly glides himself in and out of me as if he doesn’t want to be separated from me yet. My legs are shaking when he finally pulls out.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers against my ear, sending goose bumps flaring down my skin. “Get in the bed so I can hold you.”
I murmur an agreement and watch as he walks to the bathroom across the side of the room and shuts the door. Barely able to move, so spent from the wild and frenetic lovemaking, my limbs move like molasses as I do what I was told.
I’m just getting situated on one side of the bed when Grayson returns, his eyes never leaving mine while he climbs into the bed next to me and pulls me to him. We’re on our sides, chest to chest and his hand skates around my waist and he holds me to him.
I can feel his still half-hard erection press against my lower stomach. He leans forward and brushes his lips softly along my cheek, and then he holds me tightly to him.
“That was incredible,” he murmurs, his eyes closing.
“It was.” I reach out and graze my hand over his shoulder, down his arm, feeling the tautness of his muscles along every inch of skin. “I missed you,” I admit, hesitant to be vulnerable to him, but after what we just did, I want him to know.
“I missed you too,” he admits over a hitch in his breath.
I almost tighten and shift away. Tomorrow, I know that everything between us will change, and this night—this amazing, incredible night—will become another distant memory I have of Grayson.
When my eyelids grow heavy and my breath begins to even out, I barely hear Grayson whisper, “If I could go back, I never would have left you.”
A previously healed crack in my heart begins to break wide open.
Because while I love him, and I always have, he’s also just reminded me why I still hate him a little bit, too.
Eleven
Grayson
My eyes fly open and I’m wide awake.
I blink several times, clearing the sleep from my eyes and the fuzziness in my brain, trying to figure out why I would wake so abruptly. I don’t want to wake up at all. I want to roll over and pull the girl currently draped all over my chest and thigh into my arms and have my way with her again.
Damn. Making love to Kennedy was better than I remembered. Better than the high I get in the cage.
Her responses, her little whimpers and gasps…just thinking about it has my dick hardening.
I reach down and wrap my hand around my thick shaft, a small grin twisting my lips.
Yes, I can have her again. And again.
I roll to my side, carefully adjusting her warm body, and watch her sleep. Her thick eyelashes rest gently on the tops of her cheekbones. Her hair is a disheveled mess, draped all over her pillow. I close my eyes and remember, vividly, what it felt like wrapped around my hand while she pressed gentle kisses all over my chest.
Perfection. That’s what it felt like being with Kennedy last night.
I want more.
I reach my hand out to brush her hair off her cheek when a loud slamming of a door in the distance catches my attention.
Deep voices rumble and I can’t make out the words, but if I’m hearing them upstairs in my suite, they have to be loud.
Footsteps grow louder, pounding up the stairs, and my brows knit together as I turn and look at the closed door to my room.
My room is the only thing on the second floor of the penthouse suite, so whoever is awake is coming to get me.
“Ugh. Fuck.” I scrub my hands down my face and glance to the side to look at Kennedy. Her plush, pink lips are still slightly swollen and parted. They’re a temptation I can’t fall into right now. I brush my lips over hers. Her soft, sleepy moan makes my dick harden further, and I release a quiet of growl of frustration at whoever is about to interrupt my morning plans.