“Are you complaining?” he asked. He looked comically dirty. His white collared shirt was smeared with dirt and his hair was wild. There was a clump of still intact dirt on his knee, so I reached down to knock it loose.
“Well,” I said. “It wouldn’t kill my bodyguard to clean himself up every once in a while.”
He flashed a wolfish smile, eyes running up and down my body. “I was trying to match the dress code of my employer.”
“Funny. I’d say you could come in and borrow some of my clothes, but I think my shirts would barely fit over one of your thighs.”
“Are you trying to call me fat?” He planted his palms on the wall on either side of me, looming with a sexy and hungry energy crackling between us.
“I’m saying I’ll be happy to clean you up, but you’ll have to walk back home naked if I do. Unless you want to stay long enough for me to run your clothes through the wash.”
“I’ve got nowhere to be.”
I bit the corner of my lip. “I’ll let you in, but I think I should let you know I’ve agreed to a strict no feelings arrangement with you. You may put your penis in me, but there will be absolutely no feelings involved.”
His smile was faint. “Naturally. And I should make sure you know that you may be tempted to develop feelings for me somewhere between your third and fourth orgasm. I’d advise against that.”
“Noted.”
Greyson cupped my face and kissed me. He pulled back, holding my eyes with his. “How am I going to quit you?”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Sounds like a post-sex problem to worry about. Right now, I want you thinking about how you’re going to start me.”
“Dirty,” he growled. “I like it.”
He kissed me again, backing me against the door as he practically mauled me in the hallway.
I caught my breath and gasped against his neck. “Maybe we could move out of the hallway?”
“Don’t want your neighbors to know we’re fucking?”
“I don’t want to have to keep my voice down.”
He made a sound of approval and pushed the door open then kicked it shut behind us. We left a trail of discarded clothing as we stumbled, kissing and walking toward my bedroom.
Greyson set me down and started to get on top of me, but I put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I want to ride you.”
He paused, searching my eyes, then he grinned hungrily and rolled to lay on his back.
I got to my knees, admiring the form of his naked body and his swollen, waiting length.
I climbed over him and teased him, gripping his base and sliding myself against him, just letting his tip feel the warmth of my arousal. I gasped, leaning forward and teasing myself with him for as long as I could stand. Greyson was watching my face with laser focus, and I remembered him telling me how much it turned him on to see me enjoy myself. The memory made even more flutters of bliss rush through me. I quivered, beginning to dip my hips and tease him with just a few inches of my sex.
Greyson tried to pump his hips, but I wagged my finger at him, barely composing myself with the raging ecstasy threatening to take me over. “No, sir. This is my ride. You keep your arms and feet right where they are. No thrusting.”
He glared up at me with a sexy smolder but obeyed.
Grinning, I resumed my tease. I was already on the verge of climax. I took his tip and circled my clit with it, eyes squeezing shut as the feeling exploded from between my legs. I quivered, gasping as I came.
Greyson’s face showed barely held restraint. He wanted to fuck me so badly it was hurting him, and I was almost ready to give him the release he wanted.
I bent, kissing him while I slowly rocked my hips against his length and the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me. “Now I want you to tell me how badly you want it,” I whispered, biting his earlobe to punctuate my request.
“I want you to ride me.”
“Hmm,” I said, making a face to show I was unimpressed.
“I want to use your fucking body, Harper. I want to fuck you so deep you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
I cleared my throat. “Better.” I wiggled around, determined to slip him inside me without using my hands because I thought it would be sexier that way. It was harder than I thought it’d be, and Greyson watching me with ravenous intensity wasn’t helping my focus. He finally lost his patience and gripped my hips. He lifted me as easily as if I weighed nothing, lowering me on his cock and filling me with his hard length.
I gasped, leaning forward as he continued to lift me and lower me using nothing but his hands. He was using my body like a fuck toy, and I was completely fine with it.