I watched him run past me and launch himself onto the couch. He bounced around on the cushions, flopping around like an absolute idiot. I covered my mouth as laughter fell from my lips, then I threw my head back when I could no longer contain myself.
“Nope,” he said. “Seems like it’s still got some action left.”
I leveled my eyes back with him again, and he moved like lightning. His eyes darkened as he reached for my hips, pulling me down into his lap. My knees planted beside his body and I smelled his musky, sweaty scent. His hand reached up and fisted my messy bun, then pulled me in for a kiss that took my breath away.
“Let’s see if we can put a little more bounce in it,” Gray said into my lips.
My hands ran along his bare chest, gathering the beads of sweat still dripping down his body. The flirting had been too much for me, and his glistening muscles called to me in ways I could no longer deny. I ground into his hips as his hand grew tighter in my hair, pulling my head off to the side. He commanded my body, taking what he wanted while pulling sensations from me I’d never felt my wildest dreams. He raked his teeth along my pulse point and dipped his tongue int
o my collarbone. It all sent shivers running throughout my body.
I wasn’t going to let him have all the fun though.
My hands slid to his nipples and I raked my fingernails lightly against them. I felt his breath hitch against my skin as a grin spread across my cheeks. His hand released the smallest amount against my hair, and it was enough for me to slip from his grasp.
Which allowed me to slip easily between his legs and press him back into the couch.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Gray said. “I’m the boss. Remember?”
He hooked his arms underneath mine and pulled me back up, tossing my back onto the couch. His lips crashed to mine and his hands found their way to my knees, pressing my legs open. The sweating scent of my pussy filled the room as his hand crept up my thigh. I quaked at his touch. Moaned at the taste of his tongue.
Then I fisted his hair and pulled his head off to the side.
My lips fell to his neck, sucking and kissing and licking ever so lightly. I felt him panting against me as his hand stilled, mere millimeters away from my panties. I rolled us off the couch and we tumbled to the floor, kicking up dust around us that settled against our bodies.
But I didn’t care, and neither did he.
The only thing I cared about was feeling him inside of me again.
I planted my hands onto his chest and rocked my hips against his. Gray settled his hands onto my hips, gripping them and commanding my movements. My nails slid along his nipples again, catching them as he bit down onto his bottom lip.
The groan he stifled pressed a grin against my cheeks.
“Someone likes that, don’t they?” I asked.
He shot up and tried to capture my lips, but I pulled away.
“Come here, Michelle. Stop running from me.”
“Not until I do this.”
In a flash, I dipped my lips down and captured his nipple between my teeth. And for the first time, I heard Gray whimper. The softest sound that locked up his body and sent his back falling to the carpet. I swirled my tongue around it as his hands fisted my hips, digging his fingertips into my excess.
His cock pulsed hard between my legs as I lapped at his chest.
But the moment didn’t last for long. His eyes flew open and his hands wrapped around my body, cupping my ass and forcing me to fall into his rhythm. And before I knew it, I was on my back, gazing up at the ceiling as his hand snaked into my panties.
I gasped when he slid two of his fingers inside of me, knowing damn good and well he’d won our little argument.
And it was an argument I was woman enough to concede to.
Chapter 17
Grayson
She felt tight. Warm. The rippling sensation around my fingers made my cock ache to be within her. My thumb pressed against her clit as sweat dripped down her skin, tantalizing my tongue and teasing my eyes. She squirmed for me as her hands pushed her panties and her shorts down her legs. Her want to get naked for me rose the temperature of my core to blazing heights. I crooked my fingers and rubbed against that spot. My eyes locked with hers and I watched her gasp. Whimper. Murmur the sweetest of obscenities. She bucked into my palm, riding my fingers as my thumb pressed deeper into her body.
“Harder,” Michelle said breathlessly. “Harder, Gray.”