Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Layla

The bedroom was pitch dark.

Gray hadn’t touched me since we walked in, but I could feel him behind me. His hot breath tickled my neck while he spoke.

“I want to watch your face while I’m inside you, but depriving you of sight will heighten your other senses, so it will have to wait.” He grazed his fingers along one of my arms, and every hair on my body rose. God, he wasn’t kidding—my other senses were intensified.

The raw, sexual chemistry that had been sparking between us since the first time we laid eyes on each other grew like wildfire. My body was so on edge that when Gray grabbed my hip, I jumped a little. His other hand swept my hair to the side and then his mouth came to suck along the pulse in my throat.

“Put your hands up. Lock them together behind my neck.”

I lifted my arms and did as instructed. Gray’s hands caressed their way up my body. When he reached my breasts, he squeezed hard, and I let out a little moan.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for years,” he whispered. “So many fantasies. I can’t wait to play them all out with you.” He pushed down the cups to my bra and pinched both nipples.

“Tell me about them.” My voice sounded sultry. It almost didn’t sound like me. Then again, I’d never been this aroused in my life.

Gray’s mouth stayed at my ear while his hands massaged the nipples he’d just awakened with a delicious ache. “I want you to stand in front of a mirror and play with your tits while I suck on your neck, with my fingers inside your pussy and my cock buried deep in your ass.”

I gasped. “What else?”

His hands traveled painstakingly slowly down my body and slipped inside my panties. “I want you to sit on my face and ride it. I want my nose buried in your pussy while I suck on your clit.”

He slipped one finger inside of me, then a second.

“Oh God.”

“You’re so wet for me.”

I leaned my head back against his chest.

“When I see you in your office, behind that big desk of yours, you’re so in control and powerful. I want to take that away from you, make you drop to your knees and suck my cock.”

I let out a nervous laugh. But he wasn’t kidding.

Gray used one hand to pull me against him while his fingers kept gliding in and out. His erection was fully hard again and pushed all the way up to my lower back. I could feel the smooth, hot skin of his crown against me.

“I want to fill every part of your body.” He slipped another finger inside me. “With my tongue, my fingers, my cock…I want to own your cunt, your ass, your tits, your mouth.”

“God, Gray.”

He withdrew his fingers and spun me around. I felt lightheaded, and my knees were weak. He slipped my panties down and took off my bra before walking us forward a few steps. My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the total darkness enough to see in front of me.

“The bed’s in front of you. Bend forward at the waist and rest your head on it. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

Gray dropped to his knees and then his mouth came up directly between my parted legs. He didn’t start slow. He buried his face in my wetness, lapping like he couldn’t get enough and then sucked hard on my clit. My orgasm began to build, and I worried I might fall on top of him.

“So sweet…”

He slipped a finger back inside me.

“So tight…”

He groaned and flicked my clit with his tongue.

“So fucking wet for me…”

The wave that had been threatening in the distance suddenly crashed down on me without warning. I moaned as my body began to pulse on its own.

Just as I started to come down, Gray scooped me up and placed me on the bed. His body came over mine, then his lips. He devoured my mouth in a kiss filled with more passion than I’d ever experienced. His touch was strong and dominating, with perfect control just shy of forceful. Composed, yet needy, our lips meshed, tongues entwined, and bodies wrapped around each other. We separated only briefly, just enough so Gray could take off the shirt he still wore.

He shifted slightly, lining his thick head with my opening. But then he stopped.

“Can I take you bare?”

We’d already had this discussion, but I loved that he asked anyway.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him. “Yes, please.”

This close, I could see the bright whites of his eyes and watched as they closed for a minute while he pushed inside.

With his girth, he must’ve been aware that he needed to go slow. Never breaking our gaze, he took his time, easing in and pulling back out, then pushing in a little farther with each new stroke. Once he was almost fully seated, he stilled and muttered against my mouth. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

After my body started to relax and loosen, Gray reclaimed my mouth and began to go harder. Faster. Deeper. Strokes became gyrating thrusts, and he sank deeper and deeper each time until the base of his cock was grinding against my clit. Nothing had ever felt this good—certainly not the first time. And this was only the beginning.

My orgasm began to build again, muscles pulsating around him. “Gray...”

He sped up his pace. “Fuuuck. Right there with you, babe.”

The sound of our wet bodies slapping against each other echoed in the room. The scent of sex permeated the air, and my body hummed from his touch. I felt utterly and completely consumed by this man. That feeling pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm throbbed to life. Gray kept up the perfect pace as I rode a long, blissful wave. He whispered in my ear while I moaned, telling me how good it felt inside of me, how my body belonged to him, and how hard he was going to come. After I finally started to go limp, Gray sped up his pace before sinking deep and filling me with his own release.

He kissed me for a long time after that. Slow, beautiful, romantic, sensual kisses that a young girl dreamed about. Kisses you felt in your heart.

If I hadn’t been so enraptured by the moment, I might’ve worried that what I felt in my heart was a lot more than a kiss.

***

Gray joined me in his shower the next afternoon. He walked in wearing nothing but what I was beginning to think was an endless erection and a face that told me he planned to make good use of it.

His hair, which had been slicked back for the party, was now disheveled in the way only a man could look sexy after a marathon night and morning of sex. He didn’t ask to join me, and oddly that turned me on immensely.

I’d been facing the water spray and didn’t move as he opened the glass door and stepped inside. Gray wrapped his arms around me from behind, one hand squeezing my breast and the other palming my stomach as he pressed his dick to the crack of my ass. “Morning,” he groaned. His head dipped down to nibble on my shoulder.

“I think technically it’s afternoon.”

“Whatever it is, it’s a good day when I wake up to find you already undressed and wet.”

I laughed. “You say that like I’m a different kind of wet than washing in the shower.”

His hand snaked down between my legs, and he pushed two fingers inside me. “Isn’t it?”

I had to put both my hands against the tile. “I think you might be a sex addict.”

“I think I’m addicted to you.” He moved his mouth to my ear, and his voice turned raspy. “Are you sore?”

I was a little sore. But his fingers glided in and out of me, and it didn’t hurt too much. “Maybe a little.”

Gray stopped and pulled out. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I turned around and hooked my arms around his neck. “Totally worth it.”

He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine. “Oh yeah?”

I nodded. “It’s a good kind of sore. The kind that makes me smile when I feel it instead of wince—because I remember what last night felt like.”

“Thank you. It’s a gift to hear that, Freckles. It really is.” He gently kissed my lips. “Turn back around. Let me wash you instead.”

I sighed with true contentment and handed him the soap before turning back to face the warm stream of water.

He lathered up and started to wash my back. Quite quickly, his hands were concentrating on my lower half, fingers breaching into my butt crack.

“You know, if you’re sore…” His voice was sultry—pure sex—as his fingers traced down farther, stopping at my rear entrance to rub a circle and apply a bit of pressure. “…there are other ways I could bring you pleasure.”

“Fiend. I think today we’ll just stick to you washing my back. I need to get home and work. You’ve been a distraction the entire weekend. A good distraction, but I need to catch up before I get to the office tomorrow.”

Gray’s soapy hands rose to my shoulders, and he rubbed. “Can we do that together?”

“What? Work?”

“I have to go to the west coast tomorrow afternoon, and I’m not ready to give you up yet.”

“Sure. But you might get sick of me. We’ve been together all weekend.”

“Sweetheart, I plan on us being together a hell of a lot longer than a weekend.”