Gray's Girl (11 page)

Bracing himself on his arms above her, he cut off her view of everything but him. His broad shoulders, eyes that blazed with an inferno of desire and need, his large body between her legs, his cock throbbing against her clit.

“Not yours yet.”

Her hands on his cheeks, she pulled him down for another torrid kiss. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, fine whiskey and pure Leighton. Highly addictive, it was her drug of choice and she happily cast herself in the role of junkie.

“Soon,” he growled, breaking away from her to sit back on his heels. Yanking at his tie, he pulled it loose in a few quick jerks. Then stopped as he caught her watching him, her gaze lingering on the navy silk. If she’d thought his gaze was hot before, now it reflected the soul-blistering heat of the deepest parts of hell.

“I want…” He stopped. Shook his head, the tie held loosely in his hands. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He dropped his head, moving to cast the strip of fabric aside but she caught a flash of the expression in his eyes. Deep need…longing. Her heart melted. Whatever he was going to ask, it was obviously something he wanted deeply.

“No, go on. Try me,” she offered, lying back to watch him. As she waited for his answer she skimmed her hands up her body, highlighting the curves of her waist before cupping her breasts through her bra. His hot gaze latched onto them immediately, hand gripping the tie loose at his side.

She pushed the twin mounds together, making a deep cleavage before sliding her fingers into the cups at the center between her breasts. Slowly she slid them between her skin and the fabric, folding the satin back and under the curve of her breasts. He caught his breath, knuckles white as her nipples popped free and tightened as they met the cooler air of the room. Small berries dark against her skin, hard and aching for his touch.

Closing her eyes, she arched her back and rolled her nipples under her fingertips, knowing he was watching her every move. His gaze was like a hot caress, worshipping the tender skin as she tortured it with her fingers.

“I want to…” Determination washed over his expression and he pulled the tie taut in his hands. “I’m going to use this on you. Tie you up, pin you down, and make you come.”

As though his words had reached deep inside her and clicked something on, a deep shudder rolled from her toes and shook every vertebrae of her spine on the way up. Her breath came in short pants as he crawled over her, his strong thighs bracketing her hips.

He didn’t speak as he caught her wrists, hauling them over her head and wrapping the tie around them with quick, confident movements that said he’d done this before. He tied the knots off before looking down and stroking gentle fingers along her cheekbone.

“You’re amazing, absolutely amazing.” His voice was full of rough reverence before he turned away swiftly, as though he couldn’t look at her anymore. Rolling to the side of the bed, he stood and started to undress.

Frankie wiggled against the cool sheets, trying to find some relief for her heated skin as he roughly unbuttoned his shirt, tearing more buttons free than he undid. She sighed as his broad, muscled chest was revealed. Muscles that bunched and slid as he yanked the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

His hands shook as he ripped at his belt, undoing the buckle with more power than finesse. The fastener snapped, the zipper yanked down before he shoved both pants and boxers over his hips in one go. Before she could get a look at his cock, he bent to dispense with his socks and shoes in quick movements. Then he was done, standing before her naked.

“Oh my,” she breathed as her gaze wandered over him. He was hard, all over. She’d seen him stripped to the waist and it had stolen her breath. Totally naked…yeah, it was a bloody good job she was already lying down, or she’d be a big puddle at his feet.

Thick and long, his cock jutted proudly out from his body as if to proclaim his masculinity. The head was wide, flushed a deep reddish purple, a bead of precum gathering at the slit like a tear. She bit her lower lip, mouth watering to get a taste of him.

“Like what you see?” His voice was hoarse, close to breaking as he wrapped a big hand around the thick shaft and pumped lazily. The wide head played peekaboo with her as his hand moved in long strokes.

She nodded, her throat too dry to answer. Unbidden, her back arched, the ache in her pussy rising to fever pitch. She needed him. Needed him inside her. Now.

“Shh, I got you, babe.”

The bed dipped under his weight. Firm hands slid up her legs, strong fingers sliding behind her knees to stroke the sensitive skin there. She trembled as he parted her thighs gently and let them fall open, eager for his touch.

He swore again, the curse dropping from his lips reverently as his gaze latched onto her exposed pussy lips. A dark gaze, hot enough to brand her skin wherever it touched. Brand her as his.

She bit her lip, mangling the plump flesh of the lower one with her teeth as he lowered his head, sliding to lie on the bed. His shoulders were broad, forcing her legs wider. Opened her completely to him. A whimper escaped her as his breath washed over her pussy lips. Heat licked through her as memories of what he’d done to her in that cubicle ran nonstop through her mind. Her cunt clenched hard, cream seeping from her entrance in a silky trail as she waited for the touch of his clever tongue.

She didn’t have to wait long. A second later he licked her from slit to clit. Her breath caught in her throat as he attacked her clit with a sensual barrage of licks, flicks, and sucks, as though he was racing against the clock to see how fast he could bring her to climax.

It was working. Stars exploded behind her eyes. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against his lips as she gave a low moan. But he didn’t give her respite despite her pants and whimpers. No chance to catch her breath or get used to his attentions as he slowly took her to heaven. Instead, he thrust two thick fingers deep inside her.

She gasped, hips coming off the bed as he curled them back, hit her G-spot, then thrust in and out, rubbing the sensitive spot each and every time. In and out, again and again, licking and suckling until she was almost out of her mind. She writhed on the bed, pulling on her hands as she gasped and panted. She needed to come soon. Now. Yesterday.

“Leigh…please,” she begged, unable to stay still under his touch as he ravaged her. “I need…I need—”

He lifted his head, fingers still moving deep inside her. “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”

“You! Please, just you.”

“You’ll get me, sweets. All of me, I promise,” he murmured and dropped his head to latch onto her clit and suck hard.

It was enough, just right and too much, all at the same time. Heat ripped through her, rolling outward from her core in unstoppable waves. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, milking them in place of the cock she wished was buried there, and rode wave after wave.

“Leigh…please,” she begged, barely recognizing the breathy, needy voice as her own.

“I’m here, baby,” he promised, sliding from between her legs to sit on the side of the bed. She closed her eyes, trying to control her excitement and breathing as he reached for his pants on the floor. The rustle of foil told her what he was doing. He hadn’t bothered to ask if she was on the pill or otherwise protected; he’d taken it on himself to ensure she was safe. The consideration melted her heart that little bit more.

He crawled across the bed, big body moving with a sensual grace that took her breath away to bracket her body protectively with his. She looked up, staring into his eyes as he nudged her thighs farther apart and settled over her. Splayed across the bed, hands tied and thighs wide apart for him, she felt like a slave girl displayed for her master, a sacrifice for her dragon, and everything in between. Heat gushed from her again and she whimpered, body throbbing with anticipation.

The thick head of his cock nudged at her entrance, slipping a little in the slickness there. Holding her gaze, he pressed forward, started to sink into her. Her body parted to accommodate him, the delicate tissues stretching around the broad tip of his shaft.

Catching her breath, her eyelids started to flutter closed but he growled.

“No, look at me.” His order was low and rough. “I want to see your eyes as I take you. Know that you know what I’m doing to you.”

As if she could forget. Biting her lip, she opened her eyes to look at him again, holding his gaze as he sank into her tight pussy inch by thick inch. Her nostrils flared, her channel stretching to capacity, almost to pain at his never-ending slide. He was big, much bigger than any of her previous lovers. Panic hit her as her cunt throbbed in warning. She wouldn’t be able to take him all…

“Shh, it’s okay, just a little further,” he whispered, pulling back half an inch to press in again. She whimpered, the small respite gone as soon as she registered it. He was splitting her in two, his cock too big for her to take.

“There. Just breathe, sweetheart; it’ll feel good soon.” His lips caressed her temple with soft kisses. She focused on them, not the throbbing in her core, following the trail of his kisses down her cheek until he reached her mouth. He parted it with a gentle sweep of his tongue, dipping inside to tease hers. Entering and withdrawing before she could get a full taste of his kiss, challenging her to chase him.

She growled, frustrated by his teasing, and kissed him back, giving him her tongue. Chuckling in the back of his throat, he caught it, sucked on it. And rolled his hips. Pleasure ripped through her. In his teasing the burning pain had receded and now she just felt full. Stuffed to the hilt with his cock. And it felt good. Better than good; it felt fantastic. The pain gone, she was filled with the urge to move, to rub her body against his, the instinct as old as time.

“God, yeah…” she broke the kiss to gasp. “More, do that again.”

“With pleasure, sweetheart.” Arms braced on either side of her, he started to move, slow at first but as she moaned in pleasure at the sensations cascading through her, increasing quickly in speed and power.

Moans and pants fell from her lips as she moved against him, arching her hips as he slammed into her. Her head fell to the cool sheet as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He didn’t berate her this time, all his energy devoted to taking her with a passion that threatened to break the big bed under them. Each thrust slammed the headboard against the wall, the metal of the frame squeaking as he took her.

“Fuck, you feel—” He broke off to press hot kisses against the side of her neck. A large hand slid down her thigh, gathering it up and pressing it high against his side. The change in position altered his angle of penetration and she whimpered as he slid impossibly deeper, pressing against nerve endings she hadn’t known she had.

The tension in her core, already at breaking point, ratcheted up until she was ready to scream. She opened her eyes, caught his with a pleading stare. “Leigh…I need…please.”

He nodded, expression tight, and thrust into her again. This time he rolled his hips, capturing and grinding her clit between his pelvis and hers. The bundle of nerves throbbed savagely, her pussy clenching tight around his cock in warning.

He pulled back, the pressure released, and her body exploded with pleasure. A scream was torn from her lips as she came apart, her strong internal muscles clamping over his cock and milking him as she came in hot waves over the thick shaft. She moaned as wave after wave assaulted her, painting her world in sensation and ecstasy as he continued to thrust into her. Faster and harder, his pants tortured until, finally, he slammed into her and stiffened.

“Oh, God, yeah—
Fuck!
”
His cock jerked savagely, pulsing deep within her body. She whimpered, wiggling against his hard body, eager for it all. He collapsed over her, gathering her in his arms as he came. Their lips brushed each other’s, latched on, and then he was kissing her as though she were the last woman in the world. A desperate, claiming kiss as though he were claiming, branding her as his own. The kiss slowed and he pulled away, burying his face into the side of her neck as his cock stopped pulsing inside her. Soft pants were the only sound in the room as they both recovered. Lassitude washed over her as she lay under him, comforted by the blanket of his warm body, sleepy after the passion they’d expended.

He reached up and freed her from the headboard, gathering her tight against him as he rolled to bring her on top. She sighed, resting her cheek against his broad chest and liking the feeling of him still inside her.

“No sleeping,” he warned softly, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head. “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

Chapter Eight

The rays of the early morning sun woke Gray from contented slumber. Feeling warm, comfortable, and pleasantly exhausted despite the fact he’d just woken up, he opened his eyes slowly. Then smiled at the feeling of the small woman wrapped around him. Frankie was nestled against his chest, her cheek against his shoulder as her hair fanned over his arm. Her breath washed over his skin, teasing him as a gentle purr rose from her.

She snored. His lips quirked. His perfect woman snored; it was so cute.

Turning slightly, he checked the clock at the side of the bed. Training was late today given the dinner last night, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t show, much as he wanted to fuck it off and stay here in bed all day with Frankie. Relief filled him as he read the figures on the digital display. Plenty of time. He didn’t need to rush.

A sigh of contentment rumbling through him, he snuggled down in the warm covers and pulled Frankie closer. Dropping a kiss on top of her head, he lay his head back on the pillows and closed his eyes for a while. Snuggles in bed in the morning—when did he get so lucky?

Tiredness dragged at him a little but at the same time he’d never felt more energized. He’d kept her up most of the night, unable to get enough of her, of her delectable body and her open, easy responses. She had been…was…wonderful, and the trust shining in her dark eyes, even when he’d tied her up, had rocked him to the core.