Today’s bra isn’t a costume piece and so it has real hooks, but that doesn’t stop him from releasing it in one quick snap.
This time I move back into his space and he’s the one who puts up a hand to stop me. His eyes trace me, from the tangled waves of my hair to the curves of my breasts. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Harper.”
I let my hands run over the ridges of his chest and stomach. “You’re not so bad yourself, West.”
He grunts again, yanking me back into his arms, the skin-to-skin contact making me sigh. His mouth finds mine but doesn’t linger there long before his lips move down to my jaw. When he reaches my neck, his teeth graze along my skin, and I thread my fingers through his hair, bringing him back to me for another searing kiss.
His hands travel up and down my bare back before they land on my ass, cupping me, pulling me into his hips. He’s hard as a rock, and I’m hungry for him. As I abandon hisgolden waves, I let my hands slide down the ripples of his stomach until I’m stroking him through the denim of his jeans. He thrusts into my hand, groaning as I squeeze.
“Fuck, Harper.” His fingers dig into my butt, lifting me and literally tossing me onto the bed.
“Wait.” I push myself up onto my elbows before he can cover me with his body.
Something like anguish flashes in his eyes, but he doesn’t come any closer to me.
“Condoms are in the bathroom.” I give him a wicked smile. “Top drawer.”
He disappears for a minute, and while he’s gone I shimmy out of my leggings, thankful I put on semidecent underwear this morning. They’re plain black briefs, but when Grayson comes back into the room, his eyes darken like I’m wearing the sexiest of lingerie. He tucks the foil packet under the pillow, unbuttons his jeans, and pushes them down over the thick muscles of his thighs, his eyes never straying from me.
The outline of his cock is rigid through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, and I want him in me. Now. I reach my hand under the pillow and pull out the condom.
He wraps my fingers around it, closing it in my fist. “Not yet.”
And then he lowers himself over me, and he’s hard and hot everywhere, yet his lips turn soft and gentle, licking at my neck, nibbling along my collarbone. His mouth travels down to my breasts, letting out a soft puff of air that makes me squirm.
“Grayson...” I wiggle beneath him as if that will force him to give me what I want. But that was stupid of me.
He lifts his head, meeting my gaze with an evil smile. “Did you need something?”
“You know what I need.” I glare at him, arching my back so my breasts press into his chest.
Shifting his weight off of me, he props himself on one elbow, perching above me. He trails a single finger over the curve of my breast. “This?”
Even though I shudder from his touch, I manage to maintain my glare. “No.”
He traces his blasted finger to my peaked nipple, giving it the softest of pinches. “This?”
My breath catches, but it’s still not enough and he knows it. “No.”
Lowering his head, he swirls his tongue around the tip of the bud. “This?”
“No.” My protest comes out breathless and not at all convincing.
“Hmmm.” Without warning, his light, teasing lick turns into a gentle but firm bite.
I gasp, my hips arching off the bed.
Grayson quits the teasing almost as quickly as he started, his mouth licking, sucking, and nibbling one nipple before turning his attention to the other, until I’m writhing beneath him. I shove my hand down the front of his boxer briefs, and he groans. I feel the vibrations of it on my skin as I wrap my hand around the hard length of him.
He pulls his mouth from my breast with a muttered, “Fuck. You’re going to end me before I’ve even gotten started with you.”
And that might be the hottest thing a man’s ever said to me. So hot I wiggle out of my panties, kicking them off tothe side. Grayson shucks his boxer briefs, and I finally get a good look at him. Although I think we can all agree that penises are not the most attractive of body parts, Grayson West has maybe the sexiest penis I’ve ever seen. He’s on his knees, perched in between my wide-open thighs, and I don’t even care that I am literally baring myself to him in this moment.
I want him, consequences be damned. I don’t care if this makes things better or worse on set. Fuck, I don’t care if the whole movie gets canned.
I fish out the condom once more, and he doesn’t stop me this time. Instead, he brings his teasing finger down to where I’m aching most, skimming over me as lightly as possible when all I want is pressure and thrusting. I rip at the condom wrapper, and he increases his pressure when he sees me struggling, distracting me from my end goal. Like he’s enjoying torturing me. Which I’m sure he is.
I finally manage to get the condom out of the wrapper, and as I move to slip it over him, his finger finally finds my clit, circling until I can hardly see straight, let alone get his cock covered in some latex.
