Grayson reached forward and took hold of the edge of my panties. One good tug and the thin lacy strap holding them on my hips was shredded. The remnants of my expensive silk panties fell to the floor in a flimsy white pile of shiny fabric and lace.
I reached up and ran my fingers across his chin. “Those were my only pair of panties.”
“Good. Then I won’t have to deal with any more obstacles.” His mouth returned to mine.
Lost in his kiss, I fumbled blindly for the edge of his towel. My fingers curled around it and I gave it a sharp tug. The towel fell on the floor next to my panties. The tip of his cock brushed against my belly, and I sucked in a breath.
My mind was working in overdrive to convince me this was wrong. Wild sex with a complete stranger in the middle of a strange place, a place that had, no less, popped up out of an unexplained fog, had to be high on the random acts of insanity list. Still, I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
Grayson’s tongue stroked my lips. He groaned against my mouth as my fingers curled around his thick erection.
“Damn,” I uttered on a shocked whisper. I didn’t need to look down at the cock in my hand to know it was enormous.
An arrogant grin tilted his mouth as his dark blue eyes glittered down at me. “I’ll take that ‘damn’ as a sign that you approve.”
A warm, embarrassed blush started at my face and traveled down my neck and breasts.
His smiled broadened as he gazed down at me. “And I’ll take that beautiful pink blush as a second sign.”
I ran my hand from the base of his cock to the moist tip. He closed his eyes and grunted with frustration as he reached down and took hold of my wrist. “Hey, bossy lady, it’s time to relinquish control. If you keep stroking me like that with those beautiful, hard nipples pressed against that paper thin shift and those lush lips of yours still wet and ready for my mouth, then I’m going to spill my seed right here on the hardwood floor.
His voice grew ragged and hoarse as he spoke. The sound of it was rough, raw and completely intoxicating. I wanted nothing more than to give up control. I released my hold on him.
I was in a place that I would probably never return to and standing with a man who I’d probably never see again after tonight, it made for the perfect one night stand. I’d throw all reason and caution to the wind or, in this case, to the impenetrable fog that had me trapped here. I’d have that fun he’d teased me about.
“For tonight,” I whispered, “I’m yours. Completely. No bossy lady in this room tonight.”
He lowered his mouth to my ear and ran his tongue around the lobe. My entire body trembled with ticklish delight. He kept his mouth next to my ear. “Say the part about being mine again. It makes me rock hard to hear it from those amazing fucking lips of yours.”
He straightened and gazed at me with his deep blue eyes in a way that nearly pitched me right over the edge of an orgasm.
I lifted my mouth to his. “Tonight, Grayson, I’m yours . . . completely.”
A low feral sound rolled up from his chest. He reached for my hand and led me to the foot of the bed. He turned me around. His body pressed up against mine. His erection pressed teasingly against my bottom as he reached down and took hold of both my hands. None-too-gently, he placed my hands on the wrought iron at the foot of the bed.
He stepped back and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. I moved to turn around into his arms, but he covered my hands with his to keep me in place. “Stay put, darlin’. You’re mine completely. Completely.” He lowered his mouth to my ear again. “I’m in charge.”
His deep authoritative tone sent a frisson through me that was a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. At the same time, I’d never wanted anyone this badly. All I could think about was him taking rough hold of my hips and pushing his oversized erection deep inside of me.
My wet pussy clenched at the mere thought of him standing behind me naked and ready. Part of me was still convinced none of this was real. But the part of me who didn’t give a damn whether it was fantasy or reality was begging for release.
Grayson pushed his foot between my feet and nudged them apart. I felt him kneel down behind me. The earlier blush had returned as I thought about him eye level with my naked bottom. His fingers pushed the sheer nightie up above my ass, and before I could catch my breath at being so exposed, his mouth pressed against my naked ass.
He kissed me and bit me lightly. I giggled in response.
“You are fucking edible, darlin’.” Strong hands curled around my hips and he pulled my bottom out farther, exposing even more of me.
It started with a light kiss against the wet folds of my pussy. That light touch sent a pulsating need through me. I reacted by pushing myself harder against his mouth. He responded by sliding his tongue along my clit.
My fingers tightened around the footboard railing. “God, yes,” I pleaded softly. “Please. Grayson.”
He answered my plea with his tongue. He was skilled and knew just the amount of pressure I needed to make my clit throb. Callused fingers reached up and spread my pussy wide. His hand slid around to my clit as his tongue dove deep inside of me.
I’d barely managed to catch my breath and grow steady on my feet when my pussy and entire body shattered into a glorious orgasm. I held firmly to the bed, almost unable to stay on my feet as Grayson continued to run his tongue against my most intimate parts.
I was still reeling from it all when he straightened behind me. The heat radiating off his naked body was nothing compared to the burning hot words he growled in my ear. “Hands and knees, darlin’, I’m not finished with you yet.”
My body was warm with the flush of what had just happened and the scintillating prospect of what was still to come. For a quick second, I grappled with the notion that I would regret this night, but it faded quickly as Grayson gripped my wrist and led me to the bedside.
“Do you have—”
With an almost predatory grin, his hungry gaze remained fixed on me as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out not one but an entire handful of condoms.
My mouth dropped open as he showered the pillow with foil packages.
“Coco certainly is a well-prepared hostess, isn’t she? But how did you know—”
His mouth covered mine before I could finish my obvious question. I could analyze the whole damn thing, or I could continue on with the same wild abandon I’d exhibited moments ago when I’d let a virtual stranger press his mouth against my pussy and bring me quickly to climax. I was going with the latter. I could deal with puzzling things out tomorrow. Tonight, I wanted this, and I wanted Grayson, stranger or not.
Chapter Eight
“Darlin’, hands and knees now,” Grayson repeated just sternly enough to send a tremor of excitement through me.
He waved his hand over the bed. I sat on it. I started scooting on my bottom to the center, but he grabbed my ankle to stop me. As handsome as he was smiling, he was dangerously breathtaking when he was serious. His perfectly chiseled jaw twitched under the beard stubble. But it wasn’t anger that was making the muscle in his face flicker. It was pure determination. He wanted me fiercely, and it sent a rush of heat through my body that I could only describe as pure delight.
Grayson moved so swiftly, I hardly noticed him reach for the hem of my nightgown. He had it up and off of me before I could protest. Not that I had any plans of it.
He reached forward and teased my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I bit my lip at the feel of it, a sensation that was exquisitely close to pain, but clung tenuously to pleasure. He had complete control of me with just those two fingers.
His blue eyes darkened as the stained glass ceiling lamp cast a warm glow over the bed. “You’ve got a short memory, darlin’. I said hands and knees.” He leaned forward and took that same tender nipple lightly between his teeth. I sucked in a breath, unsure of what might happen next. He tugged the nipple a bit before releasing it.
With a blush warming me all the way to my toes, I spun around and rose up on my hands and knees. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my ass. I was completely exposed to him, and the thought of it thrilled me. Once again, my pussy ached for the kind of satisfaction that would only come with a shuddering orgasm. I’d never come twice in a short span of time, but now I realized it was my lovers who’d been lacking and not me. I was teetering on the brink of pure physical ecstasy again and all the man had done was tease my nipple and demand I get up on my hands and knees.
With arms and legs that were shaking with the idea of what was still to come, I crawled to the center of the bed and waited obediently, naked ass in the air and unstable limbs beneath me.
I heard the foil package rip open. My breaths were coming short and fast, only adding to the dizziness that was swarming my head. And I was fairly certain the single glass of wine had nothing to do with it.
The bed moved as Grayson lowered himself onto the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and I nearly lost my nerve. In a short moment of panic, I asked myself what the heck I was doing. But then his large hands gripped me firmly, and the tip of his erection teased my pussy. Before he entered me, he reached around between my legs and coaxed my pussy to fill with slick moisture by stroking my clit with the skills of a man who had done this many times before. A low cooing sound followed, and I was in such a state of arousal, I hadn’t realized at first that it had come from me. Handyman in deed, I thought wryly.