He fisted her ponytail, drawing her head back and exposing the curve of her throat. “How rough?”
Heat rushed through her. Just hard enough that tomorrow she’d feel where he’d been inside her. She wanted him to mark her, to leave the faintest of scratches on her skin from his face because he was bigger and tougher than she, and then she could hold the reminder close for the rest of her time here on the island.
“Just rough enough.” Those weren’t good directions. She hadn’t been specific. “I want to see you on my body tomorrow. I want to know, when I look at myself in the mirror, where you’ve touched me. I want to feel it everywhere.”
He tugged her ponytail to the left, angling her head so he could kiss her. The position was awkward, forcing her to rise up on her toes to fit her mouth to his. It left her off-balance, trusting him with her weight.
“Laney?”
“Yeah?” How could she feel so out of control and yet connected with him? He hadn’t even stuck his penis inside her yet, but she was hyper-aware of his body pinning hers. She dug her nails into the wall where he’d positioned them, using the small bite of rough plaster against her fingertips to ground herself.
“I can pretty much guarantee I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Okay.” That was her voice, breathless and needy.
“But I’m also going to make you feel good,” he promised.
Saying something felt right, but she couldn’t get the words out.
“Shhh.” As if he knew she couldn’t think, talk and feel at the same time. Or rather she could, but she’d rather not. He stretched her arms higher over her head. “Remember. Leave them there.”
He was telling, not asking for permission. She nodded, anyway.
The rasp of his zipper coming down made her hotter. She wanted him to ram himself into her, to part her body with his and make her accommodate him. He’d do dirty things to her and then she’d do them to him because tit for tat was only fair, and his body drove her to crazy-good heights.
“Hurry up,” she said, the words escaping her before she could bite them back.
He leaned in, giving her his full weight, his dick nestled against her butt. Her cheeks parted beneath the cotton of her shorts to accommodate him.
“Who’s in charge?” He wanted to make his point, the answer clear, but that was part of the game, wasn’t it? She ached deep between her thighs. He’d give it to her good.
When she didn’t answer right away, because she wanted to see what he’d do, he dragged his penis up her butt and then back down again. His hand tangled in her hair, a heavy weight, as if he wasn’t ever letting go.
“Laney.” The stern warning in his voice deepened the ache.
“You are,” she gasped.
She’d given him the words, now he had to give her what she wanted, right? Instead of sinking himself inside her body, however, he tugged down her tank top and the soft cup of her bra. He rubbed her nipples with the pad of his thumb while he twisted her head back and kissed her again. The rough stroke of his tongue taking her mouth matched the flick of his callused thumb and forefinger over her nipple. Then he plucked, hard, and she arched back into him with a cry.
“You have any idea how much I like that sound? Makes me want to kiss you and suck you, run my hands and my mouth over you until you come.”
Yes, please. When she tried to angle her head so she could kiss him, he halted her with a hand in her hair.
“Nuh-uh. Hold still.” A wave of heat followed the prickle against her scalp as she reached the end of her new leash.
When he rested his hand on the front of her shorts, she squirmed before she could stop herself. Her whole world focused on that hard hand cupping her. Her heartbeat banged in her ears, her breathing hitching and picking up speed.
“You can’t get away,” he growled, his voice low and authoritative. “And I’m taking what I want because you said I could.”
His hand cradled her through the cotton, pressing in so there was no mistaking his intentions. No foreplay, no pretty words. He just dragged his fingers up, shoved them down the waistband of her shorts and underneath her panties, and all she could do was feel and trust him. He fingered her slick folds, parting her swollen flesh so he could push inside her.
She moaned.
He pumped in and out of her, his hand bumping against her panties. The tug of the cotton reminded her she was dressed and up against the wall.
His booted foot—oh, God, she loved his boots—kicked her legs wider. Her clit throbbed against his fingers as he pumped her with his hand. He gave her more, a second finger joining the first. Fuller, better, harder, the firm pressure made her head swim. The slick sounds filled the room, impossible to ignore, and heat seared through her. She was stretched around him, helpless to do anything but ride his hand and take him deep.
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “You could come just like this.”
Maybe. But she was greedy and she wanted more. If she was taking what she wanted tonight, she was nowhere near done. She wanted more than ten minutes. But that was a guy for you. Kiss for so many minutes. Rub her breasts, snap on a condom and get down to business.
He backed off slightly. She felt a flash of disappointment—was he done already?—but then he was yanking her shorts and her panties down her legs, cool air brushing against her sweat-slicked skin. “Step out.”
She did, pushing her shorts to one side with her foot. Hesitated.
“You want to pick them up and fold them, don’t you?” Amusement colored his voice and so what if she did? Liking things to be organized wasn’t a crime.
“Live dangerously, because I can’t wait another minute to be inside you.” His hot breath brushed against her ear and she swallowed another moan. She kicked her panties to the side and waited. Since this was her fantasy that put him in the driver’s seat, the anticipation trickled through her like a heady aphrodisiac. Gray was one delicious surprise after another and just imagining what he might do next made her wetter.
“Good girl. Now hands over your head, up against the wall.”
An answering urgency swept through her. She leaned back into the wall. They were so close that their bodies almost touched, yet inches of space remained between them. Stretching her arms up over her head, she arched her back slightly until her nipples grazed the front of his T-shirt and she was all laid out for him.
“I’ve got to feel you.” He hauled his T-shirt over his head, tossing it behind him. Then he pulled her toward him until her nipples came into contact with his bare chest, and she felt the unexpected kiss of dog tags against her heated skin. Soldier.
Reaching between them, he shoved his pants down, and she curled her toes into the cool tile of the floor. Hurry.
Pinned up against the wall, the rough plaster rubbed against her bare skin, the hard surface strangely titillating. He was fully dressed except for where he’d unzipped and bared himself, while she was naked from the waist down, her bra pushed beneath her breasts. It should have felt awkward, because she’d never been so intensely aware of her nakedness. And she did feel exposed, confined...sexy.
Even the snap of the condom was exhilarating. God, he was gorgeous and in a hurry and every bit as hot for her as she was for him.
He stepped between her legs. “Straddle me.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, but it didn’t matter. His hands found her hips, guiding her, and she let him take over. He tugged and she slid down the wall, the coarse prickle against her skin making her hotter. Then he spread her bare thighs over his, his cargo pants teasing her. He opened her up with his thumbs, breaching her folds. The fierce stab of pleasure followed the first small throb from her clit.
Off balance, she wasn’t sure what to do. “I need something to hold on to.”
Before he could answer—hello, it was her fantasy night, after all—she moved her hands down, gripping his biceps. The muscles in his arms tightened and bunched. She could feel the leashed power as he readied himself.
He cupped her butt with his hands, lifting her up.
“Ready?” He pressed her into the wall with barely bridled aggression.
“Now,” she demanded, squeezing his arms. Oh, God, yes.
He bent his knees and pushed the thick head of his cock inside her. And kept on coming. God. He was huge. He sank into her, part rough, part tender, holding nothing back until he was sealed against her. The latex ring of the condom stung against her opening, a scintillating sensation she couldn’t get enough of. She rocked against him, working him inside, and then he thrust a little bit higher. Harder. A bright starburst of pleasure exploded behind her eyes as her clit slammed into him.
He lifted her, then dragged her back down, hammering into her with long, fast strokes that had her back arching with the sheer pleasure of it. Thinking? Impossible. Up, then down, he worked her on his dick as he thrust inside her. She dragged her hands up his arms, flattening her palms against his cheeks until she felt the rasp of stubble against her skin. The fierce look on his face was an even bigger turn-on. He made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world.
She wanted to remember this moment, to freeze it and tuck it away so she could pull it out later and relive it. This was their first time, a fantasy time she’d stolen, just for her. Whatever happened later, she had these memories of Gray going crazy for her. This was a dream, a wish she hadn’t quite been able to put into words, and now it was a reality.