Chapter 17

Callie

I unlocked the door to my apartment, and Grayson followed closely behind me. I was hyperaware of him at my back, the energy between us charged and so strong, it almost hummed in my ears. We had talked about heart-wrenching things at the restaurant, but this was about sex, about a release, about finding a channel for all that pent-up emotion before Grayson exploded.

I was starting to understand him. He used me as an escape from his feelings. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I thought I should have been upset that he was using me as a space to get rid of his emotional baggage, but oddly, I was okay with that. Deep down, I believed it was more than just that for him, that he wouldn’t have done it with anyone and that I was the one person he felt he could open up to without getting hurt.

It was flattering. And hot as hell. Grayson was still an Adonis, so fucking hot. I melted when he looked at me the way he had looked at me at the restaurant. I wanted to be his savior.

The door was barely closed before Grayson was on top of me. He pushed me against the front door, pinning my body with his the way he had at the club, and I gasped. The memory, the familiarity of the hard cock he ground into me, making me wet. He kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth. Grayson’s hand went to my throat, holding me but not hurting me. I was aware of his strength, that he could crush me if he wanted to, that he was fully in control. And I wanted it. I wanted him to take me any way he wanted. I wanted him to use me to get rid of all the pain and fear and despair he obviously felt. I wanted to be the person who made him feel better.

Grayson kissed me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring me, probing. He slid both hands to my breasts and massaged me, pinching my nipples so it was just this side of pain, making every fiber in my body tremble with desire.

Grayson moved his hands to my arms and moved them up, sliding his hands to my wrists and pinning them above my head. He held my wrists with one hand so he could explore my body with the other, and he kissed my neck while he ran his hand down my body. I shivered with anticipation. He could have me. He could take all of me.

Grayson’s hand moved down, his hand slipping between my waistband and my skin. His fingers pushed into my panties and I widened my stance. His fingers found my slit, sliding right to my entrance where my lust had pooled and I was dripping wet. Grayson finger-fucked me, and I cried out. He alternated the onslaught with his fingers circling my clit. I was pressed up against the door, his hand still pinning my arms up. I could have broken free if I really wanted to, but who wanted to break away from a man who made me feel like I was going to go up in flames?

The orgasm started at my core and rocked my body. I cried out, and Grayson rubbed me harder and faster on my clit instead of letting up, lengthening my orgasm, stretching it out so I was consumed by pleasure.

I barely had time to recover before Grayson let go of my wrists and pulled my shirt up and over my head. I undid my pants and worked them down my legs. Stepping out of them, I was in my underwear, ready for him to ogle.

And he did. Grayson stared at me like he had never seen a woman undressed before. I was sure he had been with a lot of women, but he made me feel like I was the only one. He traced the lace cup of my bra, his fingers like feathers on my skin. He ran his hands down my body, following my curves, slow and sensual.

Grayson stepped back and pulled off his shirt, and I let my eyes wander his body too. He was as muscular as I’d expected, his body beautifully sculpted. His abs were perfect, and I reached out to touch him.

The moment my fingertips touched his skin, Grayson put his hands on my arms and spun me around, moving me to the couch. He was demanding and gentle, all at the same time. He laid me down on the couch and spread my legs with his hands. I took deep breaths, trying to keep it together. Grayson breathed in deeply.

“God, you’re so hot for me,” he said. “Your scent is like a drug.”

I blushed. I had never had a man comment on my scent, but I was immensely turned on. I could smell my own scent with my legs open. We hadn’t even done anything other than fool around, and the whole room smelled like sex already.

Grayson peeled my thong off, working it down my legs. He kissed the smooth skin on my legs as he went along. I hadn’t thought we would be doing this in a million years — I had been pissed at him when I had agreed to meet him — but I was ready for sex, and I had nothing to be shy about.

Grayson spread my legs again and lowered his face to my pussy. He blew on my lips, and I shivered. I was so aroused. Grayson licked my pussy with a flat tongue, running up from my entrance to my pubic bone, and I cried out. He stuck his tongue into my slit and started flicking it over my clit, and I shivered, sensitive after my orgasm. Grayson didn’t let up, and the discomfort turned into pleasure again.

While Grayson worked his tongue over my clit, he pushed two fingers into my entrance and slid them slowly in and out. I moaned and whimpered, squirming against his mouth. He closed his lips over my clit and sucked on it, making me jerk and spasm. I was so close to another orgasm, I begged him for release. But Grayson wasn’t going to give it to me. When he glanced up from my pussy, his lips still closed around my clit and his eyes full of mischief, I knew he was going to torture me for that orgasm.

And he did. As soon as I was close to orgasming, Grayson stopped, moving his mouth away and ceasing to pump his fingers into me. When I calmed down, he resumed, and I became more and more desperate for a release.

“God, Grayson, please,” I begged, and he chuckled.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please, make me come again. Fuck, I need it so badly.”

Grayson’s face changed, hunger taking over. He took my hand and pulled me up. I yelped. It had been unexpected. Grayson picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked me to my bedroom and dropped me on the bed. He kicked off his jeans, and I tugged my bra off. Grayson’s eyes were on my breasts while he undressed. When we were both naked, he leaned forward, but instead of climbing between my legs, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer to him. I yelped again. He flipped me over so my ass was pointing at him and my legs were on the floor. I pushed up until I was standing, bracing my hands on the bed.

Grayson massaged my ass with his hands. His hard cock pushed against me, and I felt his slick pre-cum on my skin. Before he took me, he rolled on a condom. His tip found my entrance and he pushed into me. I cried out when he did, the size of him splitting me open once more. Grayson put his hands on my hips and held onto me as he started rocking back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of me. He fucked me from behind, and my breasts swayed back and forth as he rode me harder and harder. My moans turned to cries, which turned to screams as he rammed into me, splitting me in half, forcing every thought out of my mind until I could only focus on how good he felt inside me.

I orgasmed again, and my body tightened around his cock. I shuddered, collapsing my arms. Grayson slowed down while I orgasmed, and I appreciated the break. He was pushing me to my breaking point, and it was fantastic, but he seemed to know when I needed a breather.

While he stroked slowly in and out of me, Grayson leaned forward and reached around me, his hands finding my breasts. He fondled me, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers, tugging at them, squeezing and massaging. I moaned and sighed, glowing with sexual bliss.

Grayson pulled out of me. It was unexpected. He seemed to like the element of surprise. He flipped me over onto my back, and my thighs fell open for him. He crawled onto the bed and pushed into me again without ceremony, his body positioned over mine, his face so close to me, I could see the three small freckles beneath his left eye. He kissed me, slowly moving his hips so he slid in and out of me. I gasped and sighed with every stroke, moving my hips with his. This time, it wasn’t about getting off, fucking me hard, getting a release. Grayson did something that felt a lot like making love, but it was a long shot to assume that was what it was.

I could justify it by my own feelings. I hadn’t thought I would fall for someone like him, but it had been below the surface for a while now. Tonight, I let go of all my inhibitions. I let my guard down, and I let myself feel what I had been wary to admit to before. For a short while, Grayson and I carved out space in a reality where we would never be together, and in that bubble, it was just us and no one else. It was us and what we could be together.

Grayson picked up his pace, and it broke the spell. The feeling of ecstasy that washed over me stopped me from caring about what it had meant or where it had gone, and I concentrated on the feel of his cock ramming into me, claiming me again and again. I cried out as Grayson fucked me harder and harder. His strokes shortened, and I felt another orgasm building. It was the third. I had never managed so many with a man before, but Grayson wasn’t just any man.

Grayson kicked up the pace again. He pounded into me, something animalistic taking over, and we got lost in the rhythm, the sounds of our fucking filling the room. Grayson shoved himself deep inside me as he released, and I felt his cock pumping, emptying himself. It pushed me over the edge, and I orgasmed again, my body milking his as we rode out the wave together.

It felt like forever before the sensation let up and I finally drifted back. Grayson was breathing hard, his face sweaty, lips parted. He rolled off me, his softening dick slipping out, and we lay together on the bed, panting, still caught up in the high of what we’d done.

Grayson turned his head to me and grinned. I didn’t know what to expect. Was he going to get dressed and run like he had the last time? Pretend it had never happened? Or was this going to be different because I meant something now?

“Come here,” Grayson said and stretched out his arms. I rolled onto his chest, my leg draped over his thigh. Grayson closed his arm around my shoulder, and the feeling of him wanting me after we did the dirty was almost as pleasurable as the orgasms themselves. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.