“Just me,” Gray said.
He slid the soft, silken handkerchief against my skin and I closed my eyes. I smelled Gray’s sweat. I felt his body heat pounding against me. My cheeks flushed at the intimacy of it all. His hand smoothing the material over my skin. Trying to help me cool off and catch my breath. My pulse quickened. My stomach curled in on itself. It became hard to breathe again. Hard to think straight. He smoothed the handkerchief down my cheek and slid it underneath my chin.
Then he crooked his finger and gazed into my eyes.
Our lips were inches apart. His hand was trembling against the underside of my chin. He was about to leave and I’d never see him again. Never hear his voice or see his face or feel his presence or bask in his warmth. And once—just once—I wanted to feel him. One last time, I wanted to feel his body against mine.
So I closed the space between us.
My lips pressed into his and his hand fell from my chin. I closed my eyes, my mind swirling as I committed every little detail to memory. His lips tensing. His body teetering. His fists clenching and the handkerchief landing on my foot. His hands sliding up my thighs and grabbing my hips. His face pressing against—
His tongue slid across my mouth and I instantly allowed him access.
He pushed me into the attic wall as my head fell off to the side. His leg parted mine, grinding his knee into my sweating pussy. The wind filtering in from outside wrapped around our bodies as his hands fisted his shirt. He pulled it over his head, breaking our kiss just long enough for me to get a glimpse of him.
A glimpse of that beautiful torso I’d seen the very first night I’d encountered him.
Sweat dripped down our bodies as he peeled my clothes away. Ripped my shorts down and tore my panties clear away from my body. I gasped at his attack. Squealed at the way he ripped my shirt over my head. At the way his lips devoured my neck. He licked at my droplets of sweat and followed them beneath my shirt as he slid it above my head. We stripped one another down, quick and torrid as we filled the attic with our heat. Surrounded by dusty boxes with only the flickering bulb and the moon to guide our way. His tongue traced my tits. Dipped between my breasts and wrapped around my engorged nipples. I reached down and grabbed his cock, pumping him and feeling his thick precum land into the palm of my hand.
Shock rolled through my system as he fisted my thighs. He lifted me up and pinned me against the wall, sliding his hands up and down my body. Shivers ran along my arms. My thighs tightened around his tapered waist. His lips crashed against mine as his hands gripped my ass, and the strength of his body pinned me so deep into the wall I thought we would fall through it.
But I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself. There was no going back, and I didn’t want to. As his cock twitched against my ass and my hands slid down his rock hard back, I gasped for air and lapped at the divots in his collarbone.
“Gray. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Then without warning, he slid his cock into my body. Flooding me with white hot pleasure that blurred my vision and burst colors behind the backs of my eyelids.
He was thick. Long. Pulsing with want and engorged with a desire to be close to me. And as his forehead fell to mine and his hips began to roll, all I could do was cling to him.
Because I was helpless to Grayson.
I was helpless against his attack. The attack I’d been dreaming off since I met him.
Chapter 17
Grayson
I pounded into her, shoving my cock into her vibrating depths. The tightness. The warmth. The smell that poured from her body. Damn. She was better than I ever could have dreamed. Her legs tightened around me and I felt her thighs mold to my body. I felt her hands stroke through my hair as my chest pressed against her glorious tits. I’d wanted to touch them that first night. Wrap my lips around them and show them the attention they deserved.
And now, I could.
I released her lips as I snapped my hips against hers, feeling her tits bounce in my face. Against my body. Filling the divots of the muscles that had carried me to my first half a billion. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and buried my fingers into her pliable thighs, groaning as her gasps filled the attic. Sweat poured down our bodies. It dripped off the tendrils of my hair and fell down the deep valley of her voluptuous breasts. I felt her pussy throbbing. Pulsing. Milking my cock as her body unraveled against me.
The way she shook. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“Gray. Yes!”
Her tits arched deeper into my face and I grinned. Her pussy sucked my dick down, swallowing it with each pulse it gave me. Holy fuck, she felt amazing. Her tight pussy gushed juices down my balls until it dripped along the inside of my thighs. Her body jolted. Electricity shot down my back. I hoisted her higher against the wall, pressing her deep as my hands unwound her arms from my neck.
Then I threaded our fingers together and pinned them above her head.
Her dazzling green eyes were half-hooded in the pleasure my body dealt her. I snapped against her, watching her move up the wall before I released her just enough to slide back down onto my cock. My legs tightened. My toes curled. Her pussy molded around me and her lips sucked me dry. Her curves dripped around my body as beads of sweat trickled down her brow. Tracing the delicate curve of her nose and dying against her lips.
Leaning forward, I captured her lips, stilling my movements as her salty taste graced the tip of my tongue.
I rolled deeply into her. My hands ran down her arms. I planted one hand beside her head while the other massaged her breast, keeping time with the pulsing of her body. She drenched me in her juices. Coated me in her sweat. We panted, breathing each other’s air as her heels dug into the arch in my back. I ground into her. I felt my tightly-wound curls raking against her clit. Her eyes widened and a chuckle fell from my lips, and I knew I had her once again.
I buried myself inside of her, then ground again and again. Teasing her clit. Jumping her with electricity. Sending her body into a feeding frenzy that resulted in her bucking to meet my thrusts.