I wrapped my legs around his ass, and pulled him in closer until I could reach his belt.
He broke the kiss to laugh against my lips. “Eager?”
“Aren’t you?” I let desperation and need drive me as I undid his jeans. When I brushed his shaft, his throaty groan drilled into me. “Promises were made.”
“They definitely were.” Grayson reached into his back pocket while I worked him free. He rolled on a condom, and pressed, to glide the head of his cock along the same path his tongue had followed.
I arched into the contact. He slid inside me, stretching me out and hitting deep. I needed to be a part of him. To feel as much as possible. I tightened my legs around him, to set a fast and frantic pace.
He gripped my hips tight, slowing me down. With each thrust, he withdrew almost to the tip before plunging back into me again. My opening clenched at the delicious repeated sensation of penetration.
Grayson slanted his mouth over mine to kiss me hard, and increased the pace at the same time. Each time he slammed against me, he struck that perfect spot inside, nudging me toward another orgasm.
The build-up pushed me right to that point between pleasure and discomfort. He nipped my bottom lip, and pinched a nipple, rolling the nub between his fingers. The extra sensations knocked me into climax. I clenched around him, milking him and keeping him buried inside me until it was too much and not enough at the same time.
His grunts told me he was close. His pounding hit frantic, before jarring to a shuddering pause, and then slowing again. He’d come too.
The desperation faded as he stopped, but the warm fuzzies flitting through me lingered.
Grayson rested his forehead on my shoulder while we both fought to catch our breath. My legs were too wobbly to stay wrapped around him, but I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his jeans, holding him close and feeling as much of his skin as possible.
“You paused the camera?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Shame. I’d have loved a souvenir of that. Then again, one with just you... legs spread and pussy exposed, giving us a private show...”
I liked every bit of that except theus. That’s what he and Jax were, though. Anus. I wasn’t a part of that, no matter how much I enjoyed these interludes. A stone settled in my heart. They had each other, and I was an intermission, like every other hook-up they had. Was I okay with that?
Chapter Nine
Knowing people in thegaming industry had its perks. Today it was backstage access to Grayson’s opening day exhibition match. The audience would have a better view of his game, thanks to the giant screens that sat at the front of the room. But I had more fun watching him.
Being back here also gave me a much-needed way to step away from the crowds for a little bit and catch my breath. I could still hear them, but they weren’t pressing in on me.
The last couple of days I’d been too busy to put much thought into what happened with Grayson. I edited the video together—which was a massive hit and led to dozens of extra pic requests today—and I spent the rest of my time making sure my costumes and schedule were set for the next few days.