I roll my eyes at his last message. Of course he has to come and get me. Bossy man that he is.
An hour later and the girls and I are clearing up from our evening. I message Gray to let him know I’m ready when he is. A knock at the door comes just as I’m throwing the last container into the bin.
“I’ve got it,” Chloe calls out. She walks into the kitchen moments later, followed closely by Gray. What is it about a man in sweatpants? He’s dressed casually in grey bottoms and a matching hoodie, looking far too relaxed and sexy for the owner of a successful hedge fund. My eyes are drawn to his groin, I can definitely see the outline of his cock.Fuck.It’s like he’s just walked out of my own personal thirst trap. He walks straight up to me and places his fingers beneath my chin lifting it so he can place a gentle kiss against my lips. In front of Chloe.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs.
“Hi.”
“Well, aren’t you two cute,” Chloe grins from her place in the kitchen. I give her the middle finger over Gray's shoulder. Gray just shakes his head. Taking my hand, he pulls me along behind him, out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
“Say goodbye to your friend, we’re going,” he says at the door. If anyone else bossed me around the way Gray does, I honestly think I’d punch them. For some reason, with him, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on. I turn and throw my arms around Chloe, squeezing her to me.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” I whisper in her ear.
“Me either,” she squeezes me back.
“Try and get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning. Love you.”
“Love you too, and something tells me I’ll be getting more sleep than you,” she winks at me. Gray just rolls his eyes.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Chloe,” Gray says as he pulls me out of the door and back towards the main house.
“I changed that girl's nappy,” he mutters. “Now she thinks she can make digs about my sex life.”
“I think it was more about my sex life,” I laugh.
“One and the same, baby,” he winks at me. As we get to the end of the path he turns in the opposite direction of the hotel.
“Where are we going?” I query.
“Little detour. It’s a nice clear evening; I thought we could take the longer walk back.” I link our fingers together, enjoying the quiet of the night. We head into the woods, it’s only a short walk through the trees, but the moon is completely obscured and it’s near on pitch black.
“Well, this isn’t creepy at all,” I mutter. He laughs, squeezing my hand tighter. Suddenly he stops, pulling me backwards, towards the edge of the path.
“What on earth?” I gasp, looking around us, wondering what’s wrong. He spins me around and pushes my back against the trunk of a tree. His hips hold me in place as his mouth crashes to mine. My mouth parts and his tongue thrusts inside, we both groan.
“I need to taste you.” His hands reach for the waistband of my leggings, pushing them and my underwear down. He spins me around and places my hands on the trunk.
“Hands here, don’t move them,” he kisses down my throat and bites the juncture between my neck and shoulder. Grabbing my hips he pulls them back, thrusting my ass out and arching my back, so I’m bent over.Smack!His hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. I gasp, which soon turns into a groan as his hands massage the sting. I feel his breath a fraction of a second before he kisses where he spanked.
“Such a pretty ass,” he mutters, kissing along to the other cheek. “I’ll fuck you here soon,” his finger brushes against my puckered hole.Oh, hell no!He’s not fitting there, he barely fits in my pussy, absolutely not. My thoughts scatter as his tongue swipes along my slit, the heat of his mouth intense in the cold air. He doesn’t go easy on me, his tongue, mouth and teeth are relentless. He’s on one mission, to make me come as fast as he can. His tongue thrusts deep inside me, stroking my walls, tasting me.Fuck!I’m going to come. He spreads my cheeks further apart, his mouth latching onto my clit and sucking hard. Just as I feel my orgasm rising to the surface, he slides a finger into that tight hole, touches where no one has before. My orgasm hurtles through me, the pleasure so intense I scream into the inky black air. He continues sucking and licking, his pace gentler now, easing me down from my high. He removes his finger and I gasp at the tight feeling. With one final swipe of his tongue through my slit, he pulls away, carefully re-dressing me. Slowly, he turns me and lifts me into his arms, carrying me the rest of the way.
Chapter 10
Paige
Gray is licking an ice cream like it’s his favourite flavour, I wonder what his favourite is? It must be that one because he’s making the same noises I make with a pistachio scoop. I go to ask him which one it is, but his face is now a pistachio. Huh? Weird. Oh, well, I think to myself, I’ll ask him later. Ice cream is dripping onto my clit, but it’s warm, really warm. Someone is massaging the ice cream into my pussy. Why would someone do that? And why does it feel so good? I look down, but I can’t make out what I’m seeing, everything starts to blur.
I come awake with a gasp, only to find I wasn’t really dreaming. Well, the pistachio and ice cream part was a dream, but Gray's head is between my legs, licking me. I don’t know how long he’s been down there, but my orgasm is close,so close.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my clit, then dives back in to eating me out. I throw my head back, arching my neck and groan out my release. He crawls up my body, taking my lips with his, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“This is how we should have woken up every morning.” With one arm braced by my head, his other reaches between us and rubs his cock against my soaking wet slit. “Spread those legs for me, let me in, baby,” he groans, pushing my hips wider with his own, making room for himself. He pushes forward, his cock forcing its way inside me. No matter how many times we’ve had sex this weekend, how many times this man has been inside me, I still struggle to take him. He doesn’t stop though; he gives me all of him at once. He lowers his body to mine, bracing himself on his forearms, bracketing my head.
“This is where I belong, deep inside you. Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he kisses me, his tongue matching the thrusts of his cock. His thrusts come harder, deeper, slamming into me. “Fuuuck,” he rasps, “I can’t hold back with you.” His hand finds my clit, massaging it with rough circles of his fingers. My orgasm flutters to life, building with each rub of the pad of his finger, each thrust of his cock.
“Gray,” I gasp. My hands find his shoulders, my nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.
