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ARDEN
I’m barely out of the door when a possessive hand comes down around my wrist, yanking me back into the bathroom. With his taste still on my tongue, Grey slams the door shut with a kick of his foot, and another thrill goes through my body. He’s fucking pissed, and if I thought I was going to get away with that… well, he’s about to show me otherwise. Grey shoves my ass up onto the counter and steps between my knees, parting my legs with his solid thighs and a small laugh escapes my throat, a cheap taunt. He certainly doesn’t like it.
“You think this is fucking funny?” he growls. “You think you can just tease me like that and then fucking walk away? No chance in hell, Arden.”
He doesn’t ask permission, and for the first time in my life, I couldn’t be more pleased that someone didn’t ask permission. I’m sick of the simpering bastards who usually try to fuck me, try to woo me in with their knock-off gentlemanly manners and their knock-off Rolex watches.
Grey cuts the bullshit. He shoves a hand between my legs without warning, and a guttural sound rumbles out of my throat as his thick fingers connect with the slickness between my thighs, diving into my wet folds. My pussy clenches in need before he’s even inside of me, my thighs squeezing his wrist, my head spinning out of control.
His breath fans against my cheek as he slides a single finger into my sheath. I whimper, a pathetic, weak sound that he seems to like.
He smirks. “If you wanna tease me like that,” he says, and all I want to do is grind up against his hand until I cum on him, “you’re going to learn real fucking quick that I can play dirty just as well as you can. Look at me.”
I do what he says. I can’t not do what he says, not when he possesses me entirely with just a finger inside of me. When our gazes connect my breath catches, and he slides another finger into my pussy, slowly, stretching me out.
He’s already hard in his slacks again, pressing up against the seam that’s still unbuttoned and unzipped, but he doesn’t give me time to think about that. Not when he’s pulling his fingers out of me and sliding them through my wet folds, brushing his thumb against my pulsing clit with a possession that makes my entire body tremble.
Mine.
With one pump of his hand, my pulse flutters in my chest, my inhale catching almost painfully in my throat.
“You like that?” he says, his voice a low rumble. And as he speaks, he slides his free hand to his cock straining in his trousers, palming himself.
I try to respond, but all that comes out is another whimper of pleasure.
“Holy fuck, Arden,” he breathes, pushing his hand into his underwear. “You’re so fucking wet…”
When he grasps his own dick and begins touching himself, his entire body shudders against mine, leaning up against the counter for support as he touches me and himself so slowly it hurts.
“Grey,” I whimper, and our mouths are so close I can feel his breath fan against my lips as he slides into me once. Twice. Over and over again. “Grey.”
My whole ass lifts off the counter as I try to take his fingers deeper, harder, faster. He takes his hand from his cock only to grasp my hip hard enough to leave bruises, pressing me so hard onto the counter that I can’t move.
Our gazes connect as he presses his forehead to mine, never letting me look away from him. He smirks. “I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard you’re going to forget your own damn name, Arden,” he says as he curls his fingers so his knuckle brushes against my sensitive clit again.
My hips try to arch up off the counter as he takes two fingers and pumps them inside of me, twisting his finger up, begging me to cum for him. My whole body wants to surrender to his touch, but as the pressure starts building between my thighs, he slows down, not letting me.
“Grey,” I mutter, a warning.
He just raises an eyebrow, acting like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to me. Acting like he’s innocent, acting like his hand isn’t between my thighs, fucking me.
You wanna play like this? I think, and I somehow manage to gather my thoughts just enough to slide my own hand between us and into his pants. Before he has time to push me away, my hand wraps around his steel length, his hips jerking into mine, his fingers sinking a little deeper into my pussy.
We both groan at the same time, his fuck getting lost in my skin as he buries his face into my bare shoulder where my dress has fallen aside. His fingers stop in me only for a second as I take my hands and slide them up his cock and down, a smooth, slow stroke that’s just as agonizing as the ones he’s giving me, his whole body pressing into my grasp as he whimpers, a sound I’m sure he wouldn’t let any other woman hear.
What the fuck is going on? I manage to think, my head spinning, drunk on him and the shots of expensive liquor from earlier.
He pulls away from my shoulder and our eyes meet in the darkness, a piercing second between us that will haunt me forever. For a moment, I think he’s going to pull away, think he’s finding that self-control of iron I hate him for, but instead, he does something I never thought would happen in my life—
Grey Calvos kisses me.
His lips find mine, somewhere in the dim light of the bathroom, connecting with my mouth in one time-stopping moment. A moan shudders through my body as he tugs on my bottom lip, bites it, slides his tongue across it. He’s begging to be let in, needing it more than a dying man needing life, more than he needs his next breath.
And holy fuck when I let him in—my mouth opening to his kiss and his tongue and his taste—have I unlocked a secret, a fucking good secret. Because when Grey begins to fuck my mouth with his tongue, the walls come down. His fingers slide out of me, only to pinch and play with my clit, a movement that makes me squeeze his dick so hard he groans into my mouth, jerking into my grasp.
We kiss and fuck and touch and my head spins with the effort to stay above the surface, to suck in a breath as his tongue and his kiss move to my chin, my neck, nibbling at my ear. My vision prickles with stars as he rolls his fingers against my clit, my legs falling open to give him better access, but when I let go of his cock for a second to press him deeper, Grey grasps my hand with a shaking one, shoving me aside. I know he wants to come into my hands just as much as I want to come onto his fingertips, but when he steadies his hands on my thighs and spreads me wide, I know that Grey has better ideas in mind.
Because Grey Calvos, my enemy from birth, gets down on his knees in front of me and pushes my thighs open wider. And when his tongue reaches my dripping pussy, I scream. I scream so loud the whole damn party can hear, but I don’t care, not when my ass arches off the counter and grinds into his mouth as his tongue slides down my folds and laps up the wetness at my entrance, only to make a slow path back up to my clit. He stops there for a second, only to take me into his mouth, rolling my clit with his tongue, giving one deep, heart-fucking suck.
