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I force myself to struggle against his hold, the friction between our bodies making me tremble with desire and anticipation.
"Stay focused, Ty," he whispers, his voice husky and filled with a hint of desire. "Use your strength and find a way out."
“Easier said than done!” I protest with a chuckle, and I know I should keep trying. Eventually, I'll untangle myself from his grip.
Instead, all my defenses seem to drop at once, and I tilt my head up; that's all it takes for our lips to crash together in a fiery and desperate kiss. It's as if a dam has burst between us, all the pent-up tension covering us all at once.
Grayson doesn't hesitate, his lips moving against mine, his tongue taking claim over my mouth. He isn't holding me down anymore, not like a fighter would anyway; Grayson's body is pressing against me possessively, the way a lover would.
This is the point of no return, and I’m starting to realize there’s no way I can resist temptation a second longer.
twelve
Tyley
His hands are calloused but not ungentle as they begin roaming over the sides of my body, his arousal evident in the friction between my legs every time he shifts or presses against me.
Without thinking, without caring about the consequences, I grab at the hem of his shirt and pull it over his shoulders, interrupting the kiss for just an instant before greedily capturing his lips all over again.
Grayson works his hands under my tank top, his fingers caressing the soft skin of my stomach, my ribs, and finally, my breasts. I let out a muffled sound into his mouth as he begins to massage them with an experienced touch that drives me wild.
Abandoning my lips, he begins trailing hot kisses down my jaw, down my neck, all the way down to my collarbone. I'm practically heaving with arousal by the time he pulls my tank top up and throws it across the gym from where we're lying.
As he pops one of my nipples into his mouth and starts to suck on it greedily, his right hand darts down to my leggings, and I help him remove them, kicking my legs in tandem with his fingers. I run my nails over his back, exploring every inch of his sculpted muscles, and he groans into my breast, sending vibrations flying across my skin.
"Oh, God!" I moan, my mind foggy with desire as his hand dips between my legs to discover the moistness there.
"You called?"
I somehow manage to giggle through the moans that escape from my throat uninterrupted. "Oh, shush!"
Grayson chuckles a deep and throaty sound that makes my insides quiver. His fingers continue working their magic between my thighs, his thumb massaging my clit in a delicious rhythm. I arch my back, responding to his touch, and that's when he sits upright, spreading my legs so he can come to kneel between them.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down my legs, his eyes dark and filled with pent-up desire. He tosses them aside and gazes at my exposed, dripping core, a wicked smile on his face.
That's when his hands move to his shorts, taking his time to lower them, and I watch him like a starving person watching a feast. His erection springs free, thick and glistening with need, and a breathless gasp escapes my lips.
My mouth waters, and I can't help but reach out, wrapping my fingers around his girth. Grayson hisses through his teeth, his eyes locking onto mine as I begin moving my fingers up and down his length before guiding him forward toward my entrance.
He opens his mouth to speak, and I'm half-certain he's going to utter an annoying little remark, teasing me even further. Instead, his voice is earnest and soft as he whispers: "Are you sure you're ready, Ty?"
It catches me by surprise, both the question and the earnestness in his tone. Staring up into those ice-blue eyes, I nod, not pausing to think it over. I want this; more importantly, I want him.
He smiles then, and with one smooth thrust, he fills me to the brink, my walls stretching to accommodate his size. Aching for more, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, merging lewdly with the sound of skin on skin.
The pleasure is overwhelming, every movement sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body. Grayson's thrusts are precise and powerful, hitting all the right spots as he moves inside me.
"Grayson, oh, fuck! Faster, please, faster!"
His hands dart up to my breasts, and he begins kneading at them, never once missing a thrust. My moans and his grunts of pleasure fill the gym, merging lewdly with the sound of our bodies crashing together again and again and again.
Every stroke, every caress, brings me closer to the edge. That tension continues to rise and rise until I'm teetering on the brink of release.
His movements become urgent then, and his cock throbs inside me, announcing how close he is as well, his breath ragged and heavy.
"Come for me, Ty," he whispers hoarsely, and those words alone are enough to push me over the edge. "Come for me, beautiful. I want to watch you lose control."
It only takes another thrust to shatter me, my entire body convulsing with pleasure as an orgasm washes over me. With a guttural groan, he follows suit, his thick erection throbbing inside me.
