The Rules Regarding Gray (9 page)

Jasper smirked as he leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands as Gray leaned forward and reached for his thighs. She glanced to his groin, and her nostrils flared, but then her eyes returned to his, and he smiled gently. He studied her face as Ian’s hands moved behind her body.

Jas could tell exactly what Ian was doing by nothing more than the expression on Gray’s face. She jumped slightly when Ian touched her anus with the lube, and she whimpered. But her focus remained on him, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to stave off the need to touch her. When Ian slid the metal plug into place, her eyes shot open wide and her mouth dropped open. What he wouldn’t do to see this… Jas could barely swallow at this point, and seeing her expressions and every sweet inch of her face so close to his, as Ian said, was absolute torture.

When Ian finally pulled her hips back as he took the few steps back to the chair behind him, Jasper audibly hissed. Her hands were suddenly off his legs, and he was alone again. Ian stood behind her, and he reached his free hand around her body and splayed her pussy lips open for Jas to see. And that’s when Jasper gave up breathing altogether.

She was pink and glistening, and she trembled and panted as Jas studied her body. Ian slipped his middle finger inside her, and he started thrusting as her eyelids fluttered. Jas was twisting the bedding beside him harshly in his hands. But Ian abandoned the foreplay quickly as Jasper groaned inwardly. He needed more, and he didn’t appreciate Ian’s rush.

Ian undressed as she stood between them. He tossed his clothes aside and sat in the chair. And once he’d rolled the condom down his erection, he pulled Gray’s hips down to his lap. He lifted her thighs up, tilting her hips and opening up her body.

“Put it in, baby,” Ian whispered against her ear.

Gray’s eyes flashed to Jasper’s as she reached down, and her fingers trembled visibly as she guided Ian’s dick to her entry. Ian lowered her to his lap, slowly impaling her between her lips. And then he started rolling his hips, slow at first but then faster and faster. Ian had never been a patient man, and he fucked like he was in a hurry too. He was rough with her body, and her mouth was open, her teeth gritted at times. But she moaned the sweetest fucking sound he’d ever heard, and Jas hated that it wasn’t because of him.

Watching her body take another man’s cock while he sat on the sidelines was agony to Jas, and after a few minutes of watching, he stood and lowered the zipper of his jeans. She focused on his every move as he undressed in front of her. His cock jutted up hard and high on his stomach, and her eyes bulged as she sucked her lower lip into her mouth.

“Oh, God,” she gasped out quietly.

Ian’s lips moved to her ear as he slowed his hips for a moment. “You think it’s going to hurt with him?” His smirk said it wasn’t concern driving his question.

She stared at his cock for a moment. “Yes,” she whispered, glancing to Jasper’s eyes so quickly he nearly missed it.

“But you want it anyway, don’t you?” Ian’s lips touched her earlobe.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she nodded. “Yes.”

She moaned as Ian continued to fuck her, his speed increasing again, penetrating and retracting in rapid succession. Jas stroked his hand over his cock, letting it trail low to cup and squeeze his balls. She watched every move he made, and his dick twitched as she focused on him. Ian’s hips eventually slowed, and after a while, they stopped altogether, his butt resting against the chair as Gray panted on his lap.

Ian helped her stand, and her body looked like a string puppet. Her arms were lazy, and she trembled as though her muscles were spent. Ian smacked her on the bottom. “Have fun you two. I’m getting a drink. I’ll be back in a moment.” He stood, walking toward the door, but then he tossed over his shoulder, “Don’t forget the rules.” And then Ian was gone, and Gray stood in front of Jasper as his hand still stroked his cock.

“Are you nervous?”

She nodded quickly. “Yes. Are you?” Her brow wrinkled, and she looked incredibly insecure.

“I
am
actually.” He let his eyes slowly travel her body. “You are so beautiful.”

She blushed.

“Squeeze your tits for me.” He wanted so much to do it himself, but he was willing to settle for watching her do it.

Her small hands cupped her even smaller breasts, and she squeezed gently against her skin. Her nipples were hard points, and he wanted one of those points between his teeth.

He eventually looked back to her eyes. “Get on the bed. I want you lying on your back so I can see your face.”

She nodded, and she crawled onto the bed, taking her place in the center. He stood, looking down on her for a moment, and then he climbed up her body as she parted her legs. He knelt back, taking in the apex of her sex. Her pussy was pink and swollen, and he could see the edge of the metal plug just below it.

“Spread your cunt lips for me.”

She took a shuddering breath, but she reached down, spreading them open so he could see every glistening inch of her. He reached between her legs, twisting the plug gently as her muscles seized around it and her fingers trembled against her pussy.

“You need to relax your muscles.” He studied her eyes as she nodded, and when he pulled gently, her brow flinched, but the plug came out. He pushed and pulled it gently, fucking her with it and stretching and relaxing that tense little hole. She started moaning and writhing, and he smirked.

“I don’t want you to be afraid.”

He slipped the plug from her body, setting it on the nightstand, and then he reached behind him and snatched the condom from the bed where he’d left it. She watched as he tore the packet open and rolled the condom tightly down his shaft. He started to reach between her legs, but he stopped short of touching her. He needed to touch her. He wanted his fingers inside her bottom, but he took a deep breath. This was Ian’s show and Ian’s rules. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” She breathed out the response, the arousal obvious in her voice.

He leaned over her, bringing his face close to hers. “Good girl.”

Chapter Eight

Jasper nudged against Gray’s anus, but her muscles were tense and rigid.

“How about you relax those tight little muscles for me, so I don’t hurt you, sweetie.”

“Calling my girl pet names are you?” Ian had just reentered, and he smirked as he walked to the chair and sat down, holding his attention on her. “Missionary anal. How very old fashioned.” He commented, winking at her as he took a drink of water.

Jas rolled his eyes as she watched him, but then his expression went serious again as his focus returned to her. He studied her as he pushed gently. She whimpered, and her muscles tensed. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to feel him. It was that her brain was sending a message to every nerve in her body telling them to dance. They were dancing all right. So fucking hard she was trembling and her muscles were strained—every muscle in her body as he pressed against her.

She closed her eyes then, wanting to see those intense cool eyes of his but knowing her body would never cooperate if she could see him. She sighed a deep and relaxing exhalation, and he nudged harder, passing beyond that strained ring of muscles. Her eyes flew open as the pain radiated out from her bottom to her lower back. He was still watching her calmly, but his jaw was tight, and as her focus moved over his face, she caught the telltale sign of his own tension.

She could see his jaw clenching down hard as the joint pressed through his cheek, and the quietest moan escaped him as he pushed farther. She cried out, waiting for her muscles to relax and let him in. Why the hell did she have to be so tense? Or maybe he was just too big.

He leaned to her ear, watching her eyes as he moved slowly toward her. “I know you’re nervous, but I want you to enjoy this, and there’s little chance of that if you can’t loosen up.” His voice was deep and warm against her ear, and she groaned as he let his lips touch her earlobe. “Now let. Me. In,” he whispered, still with his lips touching her ear.

She forced herself to release the tension in her lower back, and as the rigid set of her muscles calmed, he slid deeper, forcing her open. It was painful, and it was a slow torment as he sank steadily into her. She gasped when his balls finally smacked her bottom gently, and he let out a guttural groan against her ear.

“Fuck, you feel so tight.” Jasper’s voice caught in his throat as her body seized around him, and then he moaned again—a warm deep sound from the pit of his chest.

“Did you come when he fucked you?” he asked her, pulling back just far enough to study her eyes.

“No,” she responded quietly.

Ian just chuckled.

“Well, you’re going to now. Sadly not from me since I can’t touch you,” he muttered.

He started rocking his hips then, pulling from her as she fought her body to stay relaxed again, and then he sank into her bottom once more. He pulled and pushed, gentle and slow at first but then faster—his balls smacking her bottom each time. When she felt a hand touch her face, she glanced to the side. Ian was kneeling with his knees splayed wide beside her.

Ian wound his fingers through the hair along her hairline, and then he leaned down, pushing his tongue past her lips and using his free hand to squeeze her breast. He pinched her nipple, sending shards of pleasure-pain out from her tit. Those shards settled in her groin, tingling around the full penetrating breadth of Jasper’s erection.

Ian kept kissing her, and when she opened her eyes, it was Jasper she saw, watching her over the side of Ian’s face. His lips parted as he gently pushed into her, and he focused on her eyes. God, she wanted to taste his mouth too. She could feel his hands on the backs of her thighs as he held them in place, and his grip squeezed gently against her skin as he watched her. He let his thumb trail a gentle arc on the inside of her thigh, and her eyelids fluttered. It was such a soft touch—completely divergent from the ache he was causing in another part of her body.

When Ian pulled back, he studied her eyes, still gripping her hair in his hand. He kissed her forehead, and then he pulled her toward his hard cock as he scooted closer to her. She leaned as far as she could over to him while Jas still humped against her, holding her knees back, so he could slide in deep. She opened her mouth as Ian pushed against her lips with his cockhead, and then he was thrusting into her mouth as Jas was thrusting into her bottom.

But Jas’s speed had slowed. She could feel it. He was biding his time for some reason, and she closed her eyes, tuning everything out except what her mouth was doing, so she could get through this to see what would happen next. She sucked, and Ian moaned, and she kept her eyes closed, waiting for the salty warm taste on her tongue.

When he came, Ian spasmed in her mouth, and his cum filled her. He kept thrusting as he groaned, and she tried to swallow around the penetrations. She gasped and regained her breath when he finally pulled away, and she panted. He leaned to her forehead, pecking her quickly and then crawling from the bed. “That was incredible, baby.”

Jas had paused entirely at that point. He was deep within her, and when she glanced up to him, his focus was on Ian. He looked like he was nearly glaring at him.

“I’m jumping in the shower.” Ian commented as he turned and walked toward the master bathroom, and Gray watched as Jas’s lips snarled for a second as he watched Ian leave.

He looked back down to her, his face instantly releasing the tension, and then he took a deep breath. “Touch your pussy. Make yourself come.”

She reached down, letting her finger roll over that hardened peak. Those nerves were already going insane at nothing more than the sound of his voice, and as her fingertip met that slick skin, she cried out and he pushed hard into her with a deep groan.

He watched as she toyed with her clit, but his hips were slowly gaining speed. He leaned down to her, holding his body against hers as he humped. Her hand was sandwiched between them, and her fingers stopped moving for a moment. His lips were mere inches from hers, and she stared into his eyes, frozen by just how close he was to her.

“Don’t stop. I want to watch you come.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke, and his voice broke.

Her fingers moved again, hesitantly at first, but then precisely as she pressed and stroked at just the right speed and pressure. He watched her face, his thrusts quickening until he was snapping his hips harshly against her. It hurt. It also felt fucking amazing, and as her whimpers became faster and more desperate, his pounding thrusts became more intense. He was so deep, and he was pushing her so far past her limit that the pressure alone left her body wanting to explode.

When she finally fell apart, he yanked her hand out from between their bodies, pinning her hands above her head as she cried out. She was whimpering through her orgasm, and he kept fucking her. It was hard, it was overwhelmingly deep and brutal, and he pinned her down, bringing his face right up to hers as she held her breath.

“Oh, fuck, Gray,” he spoke through a clenched jaw.

She could feel his words as they were spoken against her lips. His eyes were desperate and wide, and as he moved, he panted out her name.

“Gray… Fuck, Gray. Oh, God.”

She watched him fall apart, and he grunted and growled out as he came and stilled deep inside her. His hands were tightening on hers as his body went rigid. As his release passed, he crumpled around her, and he buried his face against her neck. His lips moved against her skin as they trembled. He was panting, letting his warm breath touch her neck, and when he released one of her hands, she lowered it to his back. His skin was smooth and warm, and she could feel his muscles as her fingers moved.