The Rules Regarding Gray (12 page)

A few minutes later, Ian looked up from his phone again. “Well, I gotta run to work. Fire to put out.”

“Now?” Gray asked him, her eyes narrowing.

“CFOs have fires to put out on the weekends? Can spreadsheets explode or something?” Jasper commented sarcastically.

Gray smirked in appreciation but didn’t react beyond that.

“I’ll be back soon. How about you two go upstairs and play without me for a while. Can I take your car?”

Jas handed him the keys. “What exactly would you like us to do? Stare at one another until you return?”

Ian stood laughing. “I never said she couldn’t touch you. You just can’t touch her.” He smirked.

Gray stared at Jas for a moment, and he looked right back. But then Ian leaned down and kissed her. When he pulled back, he held her chin in his hand. “Don’t touch him with these sweet lips though. Those belong to me.” He kissed her once more and then walked away.

Chapter Ten

Jasper held his hand out to Gray, and she took it. Her fingers trembled within his, and when he leaned to her temple, he let his lips brush against her skin for a moment. “Relax.”

There was no chance in hell that was going to happen, and as he led her from the table, she looked up to catch sight of the bartender watching them curiously.

“Good night, boss,” the man tossed out as they passed.

Jas glanced at him, responding in kind. She followed him to a back stairwell, and he led her up the stairs, never taking his hand from hers—consequently, her hand never stopped trembling. They entered an upstairs apartment, and she inhaled deeply. It smelled like him. It wasn’t musky like some men insisted on smelling. It was earthy and warm and very subtle. The apartment wasn’t large, but it was open. It was a half story, and thanks to the old architecture, that meant there were interesting sloped ceilings and angles all around them. The bedroom area was open to the rest of the apartment, but it was in a nook of sorts surrounded by windows. She was guessing it had been a solarium at one time, but it made an absolutely perfect place for a bed.

Jasper watched her as she looked around, and when her eyes returned to his, he smiled gently and then he leaned down to her ear, letting his lips touch and taunt her ear lobe. “Do you know how hard it was watching him fuck you the other night? You can’t imagine how much I want your pussy. I want it wet for me. I want to feel it against me, around me, squeezing me, and suffocating the hell out of my cock.”

She visibly shuddered as a quiet whimper escaped her mouth. The thought alone sent warm, wet heat surging to her groin.

“How about you get me out of my clothes,” he whispered before he leaned back to look down at her.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the top button of his shirt, and he watched as she undid every last button. When she parted the fabric, he inhaled deeply, his diaphragm expanding. The large tattoo that ran from his shoulder down over his left side was slowly exposed as she pushed the fabric back, and she let her focus rest on the intricate details of the phoenix’s feathers, and the letter G on its breast.

“Touch my chest.” His voice was quiet and deep. She loved the sound of it. He did sexy-seductive like no other man she’d ever met.

She touched, letting her palms flatten on his pecs, and she ran her fingers down over his small hard nipples. One pec was completely covered by the tattoo; the other was smooth and unblemished; both were hard as hell with tight muscles. He hummed, and when she glanced up to his eyes, they were closed.

“Lower.” His voice was husky.

She ran her hands lower to his stomach, and his muscles flinched. He was so strong, and those muscles rippled under her palms.

“Lower.” His voice was still husky, and as she glanced up, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes opened to watch her.

She hit the waist of his jeans as he shrugged out of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She didn’t wait for an invitation to undo his pants, and he watched her. When she paused and glanced up to him, he nodded.

“Keep going.”

She lowered the zipper after she undid the button. He was hard and pressing against the front of his underwear, and when she slipped her fingers under the waist of both his pants and his underwear, she pulled out as she lowered them. His cock thrust up, and she gasped. She let her hands pass around to his back, and then she watched his eyes as she ran her hands down over his bottom, lowering his jeans as she did.

His strong round cheeks flinched under her touch, his lips parted, and he released a quiet huff of air. She kneeled, pulling his pants the rest of the way down as he stepped out of them. She was face to dick, and she ran the palms of her hands up over the front of his thighs as she stood back up to face him.

“Wrap your hand around my cock.” He lowered his head to her ear again, nuzzling gently against her neck but keeping his hands at his sides. When she reached to his erection and closed her fingers as far around it as she could, he groaned and cursed. “Fuck, Gray. You’ve got me on fire.”

She stroked slowly as he hummed and moaned, and his mouth moved along her neck, gently trailing his lips over her skin but never kissing, never licking, just touching as he moved. He reached to her back, lowering the zipper of her dress, and then he looped his fingers under the wide shoulder straps, pulling them down her shoulders without ever touching her skin. Her skin popped with goose bumps as he lowered the dress, and she released her hold on his cock as he pulled the dress past her arms and dropped it to pool around her ankles. And then his hands were back at his sides.

“Put your body against mine. Let me feel those tight little nipples against my skin.”

She stepped closer, feeling his erection high on her stomach. She wrapped her arms around him, letting them trail over his back. He reached for her hair, running the fingers of his hands through her hair and pulling her head back to look up at him at the same time.

“Are you wet?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. Come with me.” He winked as he pulled her toward the kitchen table.

He sat in an armless chair, slouching back slightly, and as she glanced down, he gripped his erection and he stroked. “Turn around and pull your underwear down.”

She paused for a moment, but she turned, sliding her underwear slowly down her hips and letting them drop at her ankles. She stepped out of them quickly.

“Now bend over and use your hands to spread your cheeks.”

She let out a huff of air, and her mouth dropped open.

“Come on, Gray. I want to see that tight little hole I fucked so savagely the other night.”

She bent over at the waist and reached back, pulling her cheeks apart. She held her breath, afraid to move, but then he hummed… And then he cursed…

“Come here.” His voice broke over the words.

She turned around, her skin flushing with heat, and he reached for her hand, pulling her toward him. She straddled his legs, and when she was hovering over his lap, she sank down to his thighs.

“Spread those pussy lips, so you can get that cum right against my cock.” He never once broke focus with her eyes, and she shuddered.

She was turned the hell on, and his seductive torture was the most exquisite thing she’d ever endured. God, this man knew how to use his words. She reached down, parting her lips with her fingers, and then he scooted farther down in the chair as she pulled herself up close, pressing her wetness against him. It caused a moan to emanate from both of their mouths. She could feel the breadth of him hard against her heat. And she was trembling when she reached to the chair back with her free hand. She gripped it, and she pulled herself into him, rolling her hips as she slid wetly along his erection. She glided easily against that hard steel, and when she glanced down, the shaft of his cock was already glistening.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as his face contorted in desperation.

She planted her feet on the lowest side rungs of the chair, and she used them as leverage as she moved. He tightened his buttocks, thrusting against her every time she pressed against him, and soon, they found the perfect rhythm, sliding back and forth against one another. They were panting, taking lurching breaths as they watched one another, and the sight of his intense cool eyes focusing on her was enough to send tingling tentacles of pleasure out through her limbs. She humped gently on his lap as he leaned back so she could get as much of her slit to touch him as possible when she moved.

His mouth dropped open as she stroked one long slow movement against him. She was pressing hard against him, splinters of pleasure branching out from her clit. He leaned forward, his teeth gritted, and his hands fisted at his sides. His upper body was rigid in restrained need, and when he brought his mouth right up to hers, he hissed.

“I want inside you so much.” His eyes almost looked like they were pleading with her.

He reached up, clutching her cheek in his hand, and he let his lips, that were so close to her mouth, brush gently across hers. They were panting, and she was close. She was so close there was no staving it off, and as her hips sped, his panting sped too. Warmth and wetness surged from her as she hit her peak. She cried out loudly as her back arched. His hand slipped from her face as she reached behind her to his knees, bracing herself as she still rocked against him, reinvigorating her orgasm as her stomach muscles clenched and spasmed.

She whimpered and grunted as her body tried to relax, but then he reached out and clasped her hip harshly, digging into her skin. His other hand clutched the nape of her neck, and he pulled her face back to his. He looked like he was going to scream or fall apart as she studied his eyes, but then he grunted as his buttocks clenched and he pushed against her.

“Damn it, Gray. Don’t stop. I need you to keep going a little longer for me.” His teeth were gritted as he spoke.

She started rocking her hips again. She cried out as the hard shaft of his cock brushed against her clit. She was too sensitive, and it was almost painful as he pressed against her swollen peak of nerves. She whimpered as she kept going, and he held her hip tightly in place and her pussy sealed to his erection, giving her overstimulated nerves not even one moment’s break from the torture.

He arched his back, writhing in agony as the bird on his chest morphed and moved fluidly with his body. He was trying to reach his release, and when the pressure against her clit became unbearably intense, she dug her fingers painfully into the back of the chair and reached her free hand to his cock. She gripped his erection as his eyes popped open wide, and she pulled as his mouth dropped open. His eyes remained wide on her as she stroked. She was pulling him through her grip, and his entire body started trembling, the tendons in his neck looked ready to snap.

When he finally came, his stomach muscles clenched and he surged cum onto his stomach in spasming threads that cut through the color of his tattoo like white ribbons. She watched, and he groaned as his fingers curled against the skin of her cheek. She ended up collapsed against him, and he breathed deeply as she nuzzled into his neck, gasping to catch her breath. When he reached up, it was to let his palm run over her hair. He stroked gently, his hand still trembling as it moved.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered.

She smiled with her lips to his neck, and he chuckled. His fingers brushed through her hair, smoothing as they went, and when she sat up to face him, his eyes studied hers for a moment before they moved down her body.

“You’re not supposed to touch.” She tutted at him as he smiled.

“Hair is technically dead, and the rest… Well the other touches were inadvertent and completely your fault. Trust me. Not touching you is the most maddening thing in my world right now.”

“Well, I’m allowed to touch you…” She taunted, letting her words trail off as he eyed her curiously.

He nodded. “So sayeth the sadist,” he remarked with a smirk. He was still breathing deeply.

She reached for his chest, trailing her fingers slowly over the colorful lines, and she traced the letter G on the Phoenix’s breast. “Graystone?” she asked.

He shook his head, saying nothing.

She bit her lip as she thought some more. “A girlfriend?”

He scoffed quietly. “Me? A girlfriend?” It was sarcasm.

She hummed as her fingers continued to trace, and she followed the line of the majestic animal’s breast up to its head that wrapped around his shoulder, and then she let her fingers graze slowly down his arm to his hand. He was watching her closely, silently, and his smirk had fallen as he stared expressionlessly at her. She lifted his hand between them, holding it perpendicular to their bodies. And while she held it in place with one of her hands, she ran a finger from her other down his palm.

“Touch,” she said as her finger glided down his palm.

He watched saying nothing.

She shifted her hold from one hand to the other, and then ran a finger down the backside of his hand.

“Feel,” she said as her finger moved.

She lowered his hand to her chest, keeping the back of it to her skin and his palm facing him. His lips trembled as she guided his knuckles over her breast. His fingers parted around her nipple, and he took a shuddering breath.