When he presses two fingers against my slit, I gasp. I’m wet! I really shouldn’t be surprised; this whole thing has been a huge tease from start to finish – a rollercoaster ride of me listening to my brain and then my body. But now I have no choice. My body is taking over.
A manly growl rumbles through Grayson’s chest as he leans farther over and slides a finger inside me. The sensation is almost more than I can handle. Without thinking, I reach up and grab his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to groan and slide his finger deeper.
Yeah. This is definitely happening.
I squeeze, feeling his rock-hard girth between my fingers. I may have never had my hands on a man’s penis before, but it seems impossible to be that big, and I desperately want to get a visual.
But then Grayson pushes deeper, and my mouth drops open. Is that…is that…?
Yup. It is.
As he moves his fingers in and out, I feel a climax starting to form inside me – and fast. Like all girls (or most), I masturbate. Not all the time, but I do it. But it usually takes a few minutes for me to get there, even though I know exactly what to do. But it hasn’t even been one minute, and I’m about to go over the edge.
“Grayson…” My voice is barely a whisper, but his voice feels good coming out of my lips, almost as good as his fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, stoking the flames with his voice.
“I’m…I’m…” I want to tell him I’m about to come, but I can barely speak. Good thing he doesn’t need me to.
“I know,” he replies.
Here it comes.
My body goes tense, and I brace myself for what I know is going to be the most amazing orgasm of my life, but just as I’m about to soar over the edge, an ear-shattering scream rings out.
A woman’s scream.
“You fucking son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you! Going to kill you!”
I scramble so quickly to my feet that I almost fall straight into the wall. Thankfully, Grayson catches me and hands me my pants.
“Fuck!” he curses as I almost topple over again trying to get dressed. He turns to me, his eyes blazing with concern. “Just remember, no matter what happens, there are things in my life that I am not happy with.”
“Okay—”
I don’t even have my top on when she comes into the room – a tall, devastatingly gorgeous girl, a supermodel by the looks of her, dressed like she just stepped off the runway. Her face is twisted with rage. She glares at Grayson, but only for a second. And then her eyes move to me.
“And who the fuck are you, bitch?!”
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Grayson
I throw myself between the girls as Cait lunges at Jennie. I catch her right hand as she swings and push Jennie back with my arm. “Get out of here!”
Still topless, Jennie yelps, vaults over the massage table, and races out the door into the hall.
“Bitch!” Cait screams like a harpy. “I’ll get you, bitch! I’ll get you!”
This is a nightmare.
I wrap my hands around Cait’s slender body as she writhes like a bucking bronco. Forget angry bulls, just have a cowboy try and ride her. They wouldn’t make it ten seconds.
My heart sinks as I watch Jennie vanish down the hall, practically running for her life. I’m fucking furious. How did Cait even get in here?
“Bitch!”
“Calm down!” I bark as loud as I can. I shake her, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. She twists her head and glares into my eyes like she wants to carve my heart out with a spoon.