Tempting Gray - Untouchables 02 (19 page)

Mouths locked in a kiss as they stumbled back
to the cot. This wasn’t an ideal place to to do this. There wasn’t a door to
close let alone lock. That thought didn’t stop him, or her for that matter. For
every ounce of passion he seemed to feel, she reciprocated threefold.

Grayson couldn’t believe how she tasted. Fucking
delicious. Between her legs, across her breasts, even her mouth. All of it was
sweet and perfect in ways he couldn’t have prepared for. The only thing that
could possibly surpass this as the most pleasurable experience of his life
would be if he could take her blood.

Drink from her while fucking her.

His cock surged at the idea. To drink from her
while thrusting into her sweet snatch—the thought made him want nothing more
than to plow into her body and explore her. The things he would do just to keep
her soft hands stroking him… He’d storm an enemy’s castle, tell about his
passion for this woman’s addicting touch with a blow horn to all who would
listen, even disown his own family for her. Anything to have her.

She climbed on top of him, every healthy,
glowing inch of her a paragon of perfection in his eyes. The springs of the cot
scrunched from their weight. Supple thighs he could hold on to as they fucked,
softly scented skin he could rub against all day, and hips made to be held as claimed
her. Ach, she was an angel. So breathtaking. The black hair dye had washed out
of her hair bringing back her natural blonde color. The wet strands curled
around her arms and waist. He wanted to touch all that long pretty hair to
smell it and fuck her while he buried his face in it.

Then she was kissing her way down his chest
careful of his wounds. Bless her, he could have reaped a mountain of praise on
her when she licked his cock. Jericho’s torture was nothing compared to the exquisite
pleasure her tongue and lips did to him. She engulfed his shaft sucking him
clear down her throat. His cock hardened to steel as release readied in him.

She was bringing him ever closer to the point
of no return. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop right now.”

Oh, she stopped all right. Very, very slowly.

First, she leisurely stopped stroking his
shaft, then she stopped tonguing him. Yet she continued to engulf his cock up
and down…just slowly. Curses spilled from his lips as his release built. Her
touch was intoxicating. It became too much. Quickly, Grayson squeezed the base
of his cock to stop the impending orgasm from coming. Her mouth clung to the
crown of his cock in a ring, her tongue lapping beneath it back and forth.
Panting, he watched Arabella smile around him like a vixen. She gave his cock a
final lingering lick then released him.

She climbed back up his body all feminine
sensuality in her moves. She straddled his hips, placed her hands upon his
chest with a look of focused concentration on her face.

“I want you,” she said. He barely heard the
words, she said them so softly. If he wanted her anymore he’d be coming right
now.

She leaned down over him to nibble his chin and
kiss his jaw and all around drive him absolutely crazy. Until his heart was
racing—shit, who was he kidding—it hadn’t stopped racing since she first touched
his cock.

“I want you so bad I’m drenched. Do you feel
it?” She punctuated her question by pressed her wet sex against his cock. She
got into position so she could rock forward and back and his cock would slide
through the folds of her juicy snatch. Then she did so—rocking back and forth
once eliciting a throaty growl from him.

His lips parted, his chest pumped hard. He
couldn’t remember ever being seduced like this. Of having a woman take charge
with him. He was putty in her hands. On second thought, make that
hard as
rock
in her hands.

“Just a little,” he managed over his dry
throat.

“It’s because you made me come,” she said
huskily, biting his ear. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? She
was completely undoing him, devastating every shield he’d ever erected around
himself. “I would like to do that again.” She laughed softly as she ran her
hands all over him touching everything until he was mad with lust.

Her hips thrust against him erotically. The
intoxicating aroma of her arousal reached his senses and made release boil in
his balls. It was because of that he responded the way he did to her erotic
talk—something he’d also never experienced. He’d been with a single woman in
his long life and never once had she spoke openly as Arabella did now. It was
maddening, arousing as hell, and fucking incredible.

“Then sit on my face.”

She paused for a moment in surprise before
giving him one of her big smiles and kissing him. He didn’t deal well with her
soft, teasing kisses. Not now when he was on the wall of chaos about to fall
over at any moment.

He needed more, so he deepened the kiss until
he was fucking her with his tongue and she was moving her hips against him. He
could come like this and be a happy man, just from her pussy touching his cock.
He didn’t even have to be inside her. She rocked faster and her breath caught.
A blush colored her pink from her cheeks to her breasts.

She was going to come again. And he couldn’t
wait.

Grayson sucked a stiff nipple into his mouth,
rolling the peak against his tongue as he plumped her breast with his hand. He
tugged on her nipple and her thrusting turned urgent as she feverishly began
humping him. Her hot panting breaths burned a fire inside him. It made him want
to spin her around and pound her into the cot until he filled her full of his
seed.
She
brought out this primitive beast from inside him. No one else
could.

“Grayson, I think I’m gonna—” her voice
hitched, “come.”

That word coming from her mouth was like sex
incarnate. Her open honesty made him want to share. That must be why he opened
his mouth. “If you don’t, then I’m gonna.”

Her eyes locked on his and that’s when the
trembling started. Her orgasm took over. He grabbed her hips and rubbed her sweet-smelling
pussy over his shaft and her mouth opened as if to scream. Remembering the old
healer asleep in the other room, Grayson managed to smother her cry in a kiss. She
held onto him tight, rocking as wetness drenched them from her release.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen when
you come.”
It makes me want to keep doing it.

His own orgasm was a few strokes from
happening. It had been too long since he felt the sweet, tight clasp of a woman’s
sheathe squeezing his cock.

“Put me inside you.”

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, lips wet and face
flushed. She looked fuckable, sweet, and perfect. Lifting up onto her knees,
she did as he said without a word. Grabbing his cock, she aimed it upward then
squatted over him until he felt the tip of him enter her. He grabbed onto her
hips to control her movements—perhaps to even stop her. He really was about to
come but he didn’t want this to end so soon.

Slowly she began sliding down his shaft. Tight
and wet, she squeezed him inch by inch. Grayson fought the need to throw his
head back, close his eyes, and simply hold her still so he could pound into her
until he found oblivion. But this was Arabella. Nothing was simple or orthodox
when it came to how charged he felt about her. It always had been like that
from the moment she smiled at him.

He wanted to savor the moment because he knew
he’d remember this night for the rest of his life. Long after she left him. He
didn’t have time to linger over the depressing thoughts because she finally
seated fully on him. He was all the way inside her kissing her womb with the
crown of his cock. His member pulsed and throbbed wanting release. The walls of
her sex enveloped him like a loving fist.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

She laughed softly. Sex looked good on her.
Made her eyes bright and skin golden and flushed. She laughed a lot too. He
couldn’t ever remember laughing during sex.

“
Ooh,
I like!” She tossed back her head
sending all that mane of pretty hair over her shoulders. Then she slowly sat up
and then back down.

That sweet pussy riding him—he was done for. It
surprised him that it wasn’t her movements that made him come, but because as
she rode him she leaned down and whispered. What she whispered sent him off
like a rocket.

“You feel so good inside me, Gray.” Her muscles
gripped his shaft as she said the words. “I want you to come.”

On a growl, he kissed her sweeping his hand
into her hair to hold her still as he finally, finally pounded into her. The
cot squeaked, the kiss could barely continue as his thrusts shoved her up and
down. Her breathing hitched and then she twined her tongue around his.

And he detonated. Cock swelling, he pulsed
inside her, his heartbeat crashing like cymbals in his ears. She slammed her
hips down and grinded against him taking it all in on a moan. They stayed
entangled until long after the sweat had dried from their bodies and his cock
had softened. Her breathing slowed and deepened until she was on the cusp of
sleep.

Grayson kissed her back awake until she gave
him a satisfied, sleepy smile. “I never did get to sit on your face.”

His cock lengthened, thickened. The scent of
her was still on his face from where he’d licked her earlier. A heady
fragrance.

“Is the offer still available?” She smiled
wickedly, no doubt from feeling his hard cock against her thigh.

“
Daima
,” he answered, resorting back to
Turkish. Something he only did when he had completely forgotten himself. She
made him feel this way. She did this to him.

“What does that mean?” She crawled her way up
his body and his mouth dried. She moved like a feline, sensual and slow. The
pillow dipped as she climbed over his face.

He hesitated to tell her. The scent of her sex
was all over his mouth and the sight of those soft wet folds were too much to
resist. He licked her, tasted his own release mixed with hers. Her body
trembled at his touch. She made him feel like a god.

She pulled away from him. “Tell me what it
means or this stops.”

Now he laughed. The erotic light in her eyes,
that wet snatch that he’d bet would squeeze his finger if he put it inside her,
told him a different story. He grabbed her hips, startling her. He cupped her
backside, squeezing the globes of her ass, then doing it again but harder each
time. Her little backside would be nice and red when he was done massaging
them. She gasped and undulated at his touch. His cock was straining to be back
inside her.

“You’re not in control here,” he said.

She licked her lips. “Oh really?” Then she
leaned back and grabbed his cock with her soft hand. He groaned before he could
catch it. “See? This is mine now and I make the rules.” Never had he been with
a sexier woman. She stroked him masterfully. “Tell me what it means and I’ll
let you lick my pussy again.”

Those words from her innocent looking mouth had
the craziest effect on him—it made him near savage with want. “Always. It means
always.”

Saliva pooled in his mouth with hunger for her.
He had to taste, needed to feel her release bloom against his lips. Her eyes
smoldered and then she lowered herself back over his mouth. He devoured her, ate
her like a starved man. “I’d tell you,
umm
, to begin,
ooo
, but
you seem to—
ahh
—have it covered.” She did a push-up against the wall for
something to hold on to.

Her hips writhed against his tongue as he
worked her tender clit like he was writing the alphabet. A method, that had
thus far, proved to work. He’d never loved doing this so much until now. She
tasted so fucking good. He reached between the cleft of her cheeks and ran his
fingers back and forth over her dark star. Tempting her. She gasped and stilled.
He met her eyes in the dark.

“What are you doing?”

He trailed his finger over that sensitive spot
again applying just a touch of pressure. She moaned and her eyes darkened with
hunger. He suckled her clit and continued to rub her using her own feminine
juice.

Ever so slowly he pushed his finger into her.
The tight ring of her eased around his knuckle. Her breaths quickened and her
sparkling eyes flew wide open. He didn’t go in far. It was obvious this was her
first time doing anything in the backdoor and he wanted this to feel nothing
but good. Hell, he wanted her as mad with lust as he was for her. And it
seemed, judging by her wild expression—he’d succeeded.

“Well, I guess that’s good then.”

Just for that he made her come. Pumping his
finger in and out of her tight ring, he flicked her clitoris in rapid fire, a
growl vibrating from his chest. She humped his face and flew apart. A cry
managed to escape and she slapped her hand over her mouth to catch it—which
ended up being louder than the cry itself. She shook hard until her back bowed
and she clung to his hair for support.

She was still quivering when he sat up behind
her, positioned her hands back on the wall, and brushing the crown of his cock
through her folds. When he brushed over her sensitive bud she mewled and tried
to pull away. He spread her open and coated himself with her juices back and
forth until her hips pumped back against him.