His eyebrow raises. “Don’t be a smart ass or I won’t fuck you again.” Now it’s my turn to raise my eyebrows at him.
“Yeah, okay fair enough, that’s not going to happen, just put your number in. I realised today that I couldn’t get hold of you at all and it drove me mad.” I smile to myself, thinking I’d had the exact same thought last night. Entering my number, I hand the phone back to him. He sets it on the counter and steps back to the bath to turn the taps off, the tub already filled with steaming hot water.
“Clothes off,” he nods to my fully clothed body, his hands already working the buttons of his shirt. Bossy Grayson is making an appearance. I stand from the edge of the tub and pull my jumper over my head, reaching behind me I unclasp my bra, letting it fall to my feet. His hands pause in their actions, his eyes fixed on my chest. I slowly drag my hand down to the button of my jeans, undoing the button and releasing the zip, one tine at a time. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, his pupils dilating. He still hasn’t moved, his fingers still poised over his buttons half-way down his shirt.
“Something wrong, Gray?” His eyes flick up to mine, his trance broken.
“Get them off,” he gestures to my jeans, “and get in there.” His head nods towards the bath.
“I could say the same to you. You’ve got more on than me.”
“Not for long.” With that he pulls his shirt off and makes short work of his jeans and boxers. I quickly work the rest of my clothes off and we climb into the bath at the same time. He settles back and pulls me into his arms, my back resting against his chest. “Want the jets on?”
“Hmmm, yes please.” This feels so good; the water is divine, the perfect temperature. Being wrapped up in Gray's arms is a kind of therapy women around the world would pay fortunes for. The jets come to life, massaging every part of me. Heaven. I’m in heaven.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groans in my ear. “I’m getting one of these at home.” I couldn’t agree more, unfortunately my small flat wouldn’t fit one of these monsters.
“Where do you live? I’m realising we don’t actually know anything about each other.”
“We know enough.” I tense in his arms. “That came out wrong,” he quickly adds, obviously feeling my reaction. “I mean, I know some of the most important things about you. I know you’re an amazing friend, I know you’re kind, thoughtful, funny, ridiculously intelligent. Angus may have spilled some things this morning, after some subtle fishing on my part. We’re going to talk about this incredible degree of yours soon,” he adds. “I also know how you taste, the sounds you make when you come. How wet you get for me.” His hand cups my pussy, a finger slipping between my slit. Proving his words right. “See, just like I said. Wet for me.” His finger pushes in to the knuckle. I gasp, still sensitive from yesterday. “Are you sore?” He murmurs directly into my ear, his tongue tracing the shell, eliciting goose-bumps over my skin, despite the heat of the water.
“Yes, but don’t you dare stop,” I breathe. I feel more than hear his chuckle.
“I didn’t plan on it. I want you sore, I want you to feel me inside you even when I’m not.”Yes, I want that too.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.” I reach up behind me, hooking my arms around him. “Good girl. Now put your legs either side of mine, open yourself for me.” I whimper, beyond turned on by his words, by his commands. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers, then I’m going to fill you with my cock.” His finger, which is still inside me from earlier, is joined by a second one, the stretch creating a delicious burn. It’s not going to take much to tip me over the edge, I’ve been worked up since he slid inside me last night, my body desperate to orgasm. His fingers slide in and out, his thumb rubs lazy circles on my clit. I feel my pussy clenching around his fingers every time they withdraw, trying to suck him back in. He gives me exactly what I need though, thrusting them back in hard and deep.
“That’s it, baby, I can feel you tightening around me. Fuck, sweetheart, you’re even tighter than before. How is that possible?” He chokes out. “One more, take one more.” I think he means orgasm until a third finger pushes inside me. I hiss at that bite of pain, the unbelievable stretch, along with the combination of his thumb on my clit, tips me over the edge. My body hurtles into an intense orgasm, pleasure suffusing every part of me. My head is thrown back on his shoulder and he bites down on my exposed throat, his tongue laving the sore. As I start to come back down from the pleasure high, I feel his cock nudging at my entrance. With one hard thrust he buries his cock balls deep inside me.
“Ahhh,” I scream. Fucking hell, it’s too much. He’s too much, I can’t breathe. My body tries to escape his invasion, but he holds me still, his hands clamp around my hips, pinning me to him; to his cock.
“Shhh, that’s it, baby. You can take it. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” My body relaxes at his words, and I gasp in a breath of air, my lungs starved for oxygen.
“That’s it, you take me so well. I can’t hold back with you, I have no control around you. Fuuuuck,” he groans, as his body begins thrusting up into mine again and again. His hips slam into me, the water sloshing around us and spilling over the edges. Suddenly, he rises from the water, his cock still buried deep inside me. He pins me over the edge of the bath, my hip making hard contact with it. I gasp, knowing it’s going to leave a bruise. He doesn’t seem to notice though; his hips hammer into me from behind. He’s feral, rutting into me again and again, his lust and need to come taking over. Despite the discomfort in my hip and the pain of taking him so deep, so hard, my pleasure rises. His desperation, his need, turns me on. I never knew I could like it rough, that I could feel so desired. My orgasm climbs, my pussy clenching around his pistoning cock.
“That’s it,” he grunts in my ear, his chest coming down to cover my back, trapping me even further between him and the bath. “Come for me, baby. Milk my cock, milk my cum from me.”Oh fuck.He’s not wearing a condom. That does it; the thought of taking his cum, of nothing between us, tips me over the edge and the orgasm crashes over me. The edges of my vision blur, I hear him shout from behind me, then there’s nothing as darkness closes in.
***
Grayson
I have no control around her, but when I’m inside her, it’s as if I’m possessed. Pleasure engulfs my entire being and the need to come, tomate with her, takes over. I’m hammering into her, literally nailing her to the side of this bath and I can’t stop. I can feel her cunt clenching, her orgasm taking hold of her and it is my breaking point. My cum shoots out of me and into her, filling her up, my roar of pleasure echoes around the bathroom. The thought of my cum inside her, of it marking her from the inside, turns me feral. I can’t stop coming, it’s leaking out of her and I’m still giving her more. I’ve never come so hard or so much in my life. My forehead drops to her shoulder blades, my breath panting out of me, my body struggling to keep me upright.
“You okay?” I pant, my words barely audible over the rushing in my ears. She doesn’t respond; in fact, she hasn’t moved. I lift up from her, taking in her body and the marks I’ve left on her hips from my grip, her neck from my teeth. My cock twitches, it can twitch all it wants, I don’t have the strength to fuck her again yet. My gaze wanders to her face, her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted; she looks like she’s sleeping. Did she pass out again? Gently, I lift her with me, sitting us back down in the water, my semi-hard cock still buried inside her. Her head flops back on to my shoulder, and I nuzzle into her, placing tender kisses along her jaw line, gently trying to bring her around. Her eyes flutter, her breathing hitches and I breathe out a sigh of relief I didn’t even realise I had been holding.
“Hey,” I murmur, nibbling her earlobe. She groans, her body stretching on top of mine, her movements hindered by my hold and my cock, which is still buried deep inside her. She turns her head to look at me, her eyes widen.
“Shit, Gray, that’s the second time you’ve made me pass out from an orgasm.”
I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me. “Damn right, baby. Get used to it, but for now, let’s get out of this bath.” I lift us both up, my cock finally slipping out of her, a gush of cum following it. We bothpause, looking down at the mess dripping from her cunt. My mess. I think my cum leaking out of her might be the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. I set her down out of the bath and point to the shower.
“Get in there, before I fill you up again.” She sashays into the shower with my cum running down her thighs.
Chapter 6
Paige
We walk into the ballroom together, deciding that although we wouldn’t be hiding anything this evening, we also aren’t going to rub it in everyone’s faces. Subtlety, that’s the aim for the night. However, there’s nothing subtle about Gray's hand pressed to the small of my back. The room looks amazing, there’s a long rectangular table in the middle, several vases of the most gorgeous blooms of red, white and green spill out across it. Chloe has really played on the December wedding vibe. There are servers with trays of champagne and – what looks like – scotch, circling the room. Gray grabs a champagne for me and a scotch for himself and clinks his glass to mine.
