Mistaken Identities (7 page)

“Um,” she began.

“I can still leave.”

“No!” She smacked a hand over her forehead and shut her eyes. One would think she was a freaking virgin the way she behaved, but it was not so easy to give into this particular fantasy. Sure, there was nothing between her and Roman anymore, but wouldn’t having sex with Grayson be like breaking some unwritten rule? She chewed her lip, considering it, and then peered at him through her lashes. Her gaze never made it higher than his crotch because he had grown hard. She could almost feel the moisture collecting in her panties. “Just give me a minute.”

Before she could turn away, he caught her shoulders and drew her close. He towered above her, so big and sexy. She thought he would kiss her, but he did no more than keep her still. “I’m not going to hurt you, Tonya. That’s not who I am or what I want. I’m also not going to force myself on you, so don’t be afraid.”

She opened her mouth to deny fear, but snapped it closed. The whole reason she hesitated was because of fear. His gentle tone of voice and the way he seemed to think of her before his own desires went a long way to calming her down. Her sexual experiences hadn’t been many even after Roman, and she’d had a single lame encounter before him. The fact that she’d always thought of Grayson as cold made her wonder how good sex could be with him, and beside that, wasn’t this the man who ruined her life, the man she hated? Somehow, there seemed to be a thin line between hate and lust, or maybe no line at all.

As much as she doubted and nerves jumbled in her belly, she wanted to see what it would be like with him, if nothing else then to run her hands over Grayson’s body and to kiss him some more.
Come to think of it, if his kiss is any judge of how the sex will be…

She brushed fingertips over his crotch and watched his eyes widen. His cock convulsed beneath her touch, and she gave it a small squeeze. His moan did things to her insides, but he stopped her movements.

“I’m going to take this as a signal that you want to do this. Am I right? If I’m not, Tonya, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

She tilted her head to the side and peered up at him. “I don’t play games.”

He jerked her off her feet, holding her around the waist. With seeming little effort, he raised her higher and kissed her belly. Bending lower, he met her pussy and caressed her there with his mouth. The cry of pleasure escaped before she could catch it.

“Gray!” She clutched his shoulders, shaking from her head to her toes. “Put me down.”

He did, but on the bed, and he kneeled above her. She licked her lips and swallowed. All of a sudden, it hit home that he was more than any of her previous lovers—more man, more virile. His coldness made him detached, hard, and oh so sexy. What would a man she couldn’t read do to her body in bed? His gaze swept her from top to bottom, and his frown made him appear angry.

“You shouldn’t have worn that dress,” he growled.

She swallowed. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“All I could think of all night was getting it off you.” His fingers curled around the neckline, and she squeaked. “You knew you baited me, didn’t you?”

“I-I-I…” She panted, and it seemed like her breasts swelled with his hand so close to them. They reached out to him, craving his caress. Grayson noticed. Instead of tearing her dress as she expected, he ran a single finger over her skin, teasing the rising swell of one breast and then the other. When he dipped beneath the material, his eyes blazed at discovering she wore no bra. As if she could with the back design. His finger brushed over her nipple, and she whimpered. “Don’t.”

“Don’t touch you?”

She shut her eyes, telling herself not to arch into his touch, but her back rose from the bed anyway. “Don’t tease me.”

“Oh, I’m not going to tease you, baby. I’m going to pleasure you.” He slid her dress higher along her thighs and reached beneath it. A moment later, her panties glided down over her ass and farther until he had them at her knees. Her pussy clenched when he raised her legs to remove the panties, knowing he got a good view. He moaned his approval. “So wet. I bet you taste good.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She bit her finger and waited for him to toss the panties aside.

“Now who’s teasing?” His hot glance tipped away from her, and then his gaze arrested on something on the nightstand. “What is that?”

She looked.
Shit
. “Um, nothing.”

She’d used the tool the night before and cleaned it afterward, but forgot to put it away. The green and white connected balls with a looped cord on one end could not be misconstrued as anything other than what they were.

“Ben wah balls,” he murmured.

Tonya covered her eyes and laughed. Her mirth died when Grayson leaned over her toward the nightstand. “What are you doing? I usually just walk around with it and—”

He threaded the one-inch balls into her pussy, and she moaned. Right away, she felt the pressure, that feeling like she didn’t even have to touch her clit to come. Grayson pushed his fingers through the loop on the end of one ball and shoved until both were inside her. Then he pulled slowly. The weights inside the balls and their round shape gliding in and out of her heat brought her hips off the bed. She raised one leg and pumped into Grayson’s movements.

“Mm, like that?” His deep, rumbling voice added to the effect.

“Y-Yes. Oh, yes!”

He flattened his palm with cord attached and began working the balls in and out of her. Each time his hand came down, he gave her clit a light slap, and her desire deepened. With an amazing rhythm going, he leaned in and licked her clit. She keened, shouting his name. He latched onto her bud and sucked hard, bringing her orgasm closer to cresting.

She knotted fingers in his hair and spread her legs wider. Riding his mouth and loving the skillful use of the balls, she didn’t think she could hold it together much longer. “Gray, you’re going to make me come.”

He looked up at her. “That’s the point. Now, let me see your pussy gush for me.”

The dirty words produced just what he wanted. She screamed, thrashing about on the bed, balling the sheets in her hands and struggling for a breath. Grayson groaned as he lapped up her flowing juices. He tugged the balls free and laid them aside then attacked her entrance. The vibration of his moan arrowed through to her core and intensified her orgasm. She reached a high beyond her previous experiences, and she wrapped her legs around his head.

At last, the sensations died down, and Tonya fell back against the bed. She watched Grayson straighten through slitted eyes. He stood at the base of the bed and stripped. She took in his taut muscles and smooth, tanned skin. A sound of appreciation slipped out between her parted lips. Grayson raised an eyebrow.

“Do you want this?” he asked with his pants low on his hips. Her mouth watered at the incredible V men created when they developed their abdominal muscles. She loved it, and Grayson displayed no excess of flesh anywhere.

“I don’t know yet,” she sassed, and he made a clicking sound with his tongue at the roof of his mouth. The pants dropped to the floor, but he took his time lowering his boxers. Desperate longing took hold with each inch of his thick cock uncovered. His shaft went on forever. At least that’s what it seemed like, but then the head popped into view. She judged him to be eight delicious inches. “Oh, hell yes.”

He grinned. “I thought so.”

When he climbed onto the bed, he was naked, and she wanted him to stay that way from now on. The ridiculous thought, along with all others, left her mind from the second he touched his cock head to her entrance. He captured her chin and raised it just as he pushed in, and her cry at the tight, wonderful fit was lost in his mouth as he kissed her. She curled her tongue with his, and he drove deep inside her. Her fingers spasmed on his back, her nails scraping his skin. His full weight came down on her, crushing her into the bed, and she welcomed it, desperately wanting more.

“Lock your heels over my ass,” he commanded. She did as he asked, and they moved together in a rhythm that escalated her bliss to the rooftops.

“Faster,” she pleaded, but he refused to be rushed. He took her slow, driving in until he could go no farther and then pulling out. Her core muscles clenched, and she tried to push him harder. He leaned up and wrapped a hand around her throat. The touch was controlling but not painful in the least. She felt like she was at his mercy and loved it. A shudder ravaged her body.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered. “If I take you harder, I’ll hurt you. I’m not going to do that.”

She groaned. “I’m so hot, Gray.”

He kissed her lips. “I know. Turn over. I will take you doggy style, and that way I can give it to you harder.”

She almost squealed with delight, and when he let up, she flipped to her stomach. He arranged a pillow beneath her hips, which drove her ass in the air. He paused long enough to admire it and squeezed the rounded flesh before giving it a slap. She liked her butt, and the men she’d dated did as well. The look of desire on Grayson’s face made her glad she was built that way.

He plunged into her wet pussy and pounded until she screamed. She couldn’t get enough. The sensations grew intense until she had to grip the edge of the mattress and clench her teeth together to keep from shouting down the hotel. Grayson crushed her beneath his weight, a hand on either side of her hips. She looked back to enjoy the view of his thrusts and the bliss in his expression.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Don’t
ever
stop.”

He leaned low over her and kissed her. She gave herself up to his tongue exploring her mouth, sucked his in return, and rocked her hips with his. They came together over and over until she felt ready to burst. Grayson wrapped an arm around her waist, tugged her upward, and slammed his cock home. She lost the ability to make sound as a second orgasm raged through her. Grayson followed close behind, releasing his hot seed into her pussy.

He finished and pulled out then rolled over to his back. She examined his shaft, softer, dripping with come, but still so big, and wondered if he could go again with a bit of rest.

He must have read her mind because he met her gaze a moment later with his own. “Are you too sore for more?”

Her jaw went slack. “Um, not at all.”

He caught a lock of her hair and bent to smell it. The simple move drew her into his arms, and he held her tight to his chest. She flattened her palms against his skin and traced the contours. Excitement brewed. She ran her foot up and down his leg, and he moved his hand to her ass.

“You’re getting me hard all over again.”

“That’s the plan.”

He caught her thigh and held it up while he pushed forward. His shaft sank into her, and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. At a much slower pace, they made love, and she was lost in the pleasure he offered.

“Can you take me all night?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He jiggled her to make her look at him. “
Can
you?”

“Absolutely, you feel so good in me. So big. You fill me up, and I love it.” Her eyes drifted closed, although she meant to pay attention. This time, he didn’t seem to mind. They ground together, his pelvis brushing her swollen clit. Sensations of need tumbled over each other in her core, bringing her higher and higher to another climax. How many would he give her before the night ended?

“I want to take you here too.” He touched a finger to her rear entrance. “Can you let me in there?”

She shivered, both nervous and excited. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve never done it?”

“Yes, but not your size.”

Grayson pulled out of her, and she mourned the loss. He turned her gently in his arms until her back faced him. She made a sound of protest, but he shushed her. “Easy, I’m not doing it now. Not tonight.”

Would they make love again after this? She dismissed the thought as fast as it formed in her mind, wanting to focus on nothing more than the here and now. While she lay on her side, Grayson raised her leg. He pressed the head of his cock to her opening, and she arched her back to give him better access. His dick glided past her pussy lips and drove deep. She gasped. He tightened his grip and pushed farther, and his pelvis cradled her ass. For a moment he stilled, and they lay molded as one. He laid his cheek against hers, and she couldn’t resist snuggling into him. With both his arms crisscrossing her chest, they moved together. Tingles of delight danced along her walls each time he pushed in and withdrew. She arched away so his cock head would pop just outside of her barrier, then thrust back so he’d penetrate with an amount of force. A cry tore from her throat. Her cream began to flow anew, bathing his shaft.

“I can’t believe how good you feel, Tonya. Your pussy is so hot and tight. It grips me like it won’t let me go.”

She murmured her intent to hold him and reached between her legs to stroke the underside of his cock. Every time her fingers met with the head, a thrill passed through her. What was it about that part? She arched and guided him inside, then moved her fingers to her clit. A pinch sent arrows of need through her core.

“Mm, yes, Gray. It’s so good.”

He growled low in her ear. “When you say my name…”

“Gray,” she said again.

He covered the hand playing with her bud and squeezed hard. She screamed when an orgasm shook her.

“Yes, scream for me,” he encouraged her. “Shout my name as I make you come over and over.”

“Someone will hear.”

“Let them hear.” He squeezed a second time, and aftershocks of the same powerful climax ricocheted every which way. She wept for more.

Grayson moved his hand to her neck and circled the column with long fingers. He tipped her head and ravished her mouth in a kiss that robbed her of breath. She lost herself in him and refused to be found. Long into the night, Grayson made her body sing and reached his release. Not until four in the morning did they collapse on their backs, and Tonya drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Eight

Tonya sat up in bed, holding the sheet over her bare breasts. The sound of the shower going told her that’s where Grayson had disappeared. She had hoped not to run into him, that he would leave silently and she could put last night out of her head. Then again, he wasn’t that type of man. At least she had never thought he was. To be honest, she would have felt cheap and used if he left without a word. The alternative meant she had to face him and know nothing had changed with his opinion of her and hers of him. That also meant there could be no repeating of last night.