Chapter 15
The front door slammed behind them, and Evie gasped as her back hit the wall, Grey’s kiss becoming all consuming. The heat of his mouth moved to her neck, and he devoured her flesh, his hands moving to her bottom where he squeezed. For the first time since she returned to Seattle, beneath his hands, her world realigned. This, him, she wanted to give this a real shot. She moaned, melting into the way he took command of her body so easily, heating her up, making her want him with full-on desperation.
She pushed him forward, playing the push and pull she knew Grey enjoyed, and he gripped her arms. With a grin on his face, he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there. Her thighs clenched, her sex becoming drenched with the way he watched. The way he handled her with a firm confidence that made all thoughts disappear. Heat flooded her as his mouth returned to hers, more forcefully than before. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, and she gave in to all that he wanted from her and more.
His deep grunt vibrated against her skin, causing her to shiver. With a final swirl of his tongue, he leaned away, stripping his shirt off in one quick move, and her hands came to his chest, stroking the heat of his skin, the valleys of his hard muscles, flexing beneath her fingers. He unbuckled his belt then opened his pants, taking down the zipper, and then he boldly grabbed her hand, guiding her to where he wanted her.
With his smoky, seductive eyes on her, she eagerly stroked him, loving the way his hips shot forward and his expression intensified. Each deep moan he gave, the thickness of his cock, the hardness of him made her want all of him. His pupils were dilated, and his expression shone with sinful intentions. She squeezed his thick shaft, urging him on.
He responded instantly and grunted. “Fuck, that’s good, angel.”
She shivered against the promise of his voice, needing more of him, wanting to be all that he desired and more. “Let me taste you,” she whispered, letting her voice be heard in the way she knew he liked.
A low growl rose from his throat, and he placed a hand around her neck, not tight enough to frighten, but firmly enough to keep her pinned against the wall, those smoldering eyes stripping her bare as the seconds dragged on. With a dark smile, he reached for her shirt, yanking it off quickly then he had the rest of her clothes off a split second later.
She went to reach for his chest again, needing oh-so-desperately to be connected to him. He grabbed both of her wrists and murmured, “Have your taste.”
God, that look…his voice…the power he exuded…she’d never experienced a man like him. Grey knew his worth. He also knew how to command women. But it was different with her, she knew that. She felt it in the way he looked at her, as if they were completely connected, as if she were the only woman to ever captivate him like this. He made her feel desired and loved all at once.
She squatted, keeping her back pressed against the wall as he thrust his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees. She took hold of his thick cock in front of her face and held him at the base, sucking him deeply into her mouth. He tossed his head back and moaned, and she sucked harder, pulling in her cheeks around him before rubbing her lips up and down over his shaft. Teasing aside, she pleasured him, sliding her tongue across the slit, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum as she inhaled his musky, masculine scent.
Grey was pure man. All delicious male. She couldn’t get enough.
She glanced up at him, finding his one hand pressed against the wall, his head bowed, gaze on her. “You’re so fucking sexy, Grey,” she told him, swirling her tongue over his cockhead.
Whether it was what she said or how she said it, his expression suddenly changed, becoming more serious, more feral. Not a second later, she was on her feet again and spun around, her cheek against the wall. His hand pressed against the back of her neck, then he was kissing his way down her body, and she was shivering in anticipation.
With a low growl vibrating deep into her core, he grabbed her hips, pulling them out and kicking her legs apart, spreading her wide. She gasped as his tongue suddenly licked her sex from behind. In those same moments, she heard rustling, could tell he was grabbing a condom out of his wallet. His tongue continued to slide deliciously across her hot slit, and she pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more.
She shut her eyes against the pleasure, and then she was trembling as he squeezed both her cheeks, opening her wider for his tongue. Over and over again, he licked her, readying her.
Just as her moans became higher pitched, he was there, his chest pressed against her back. With one hand on her neck, and the other on her hip, he entered her right to the hilt, filling her, pleasing her.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes pinching shut against the perfection of him.
His deeper growl sounded at her back when he began pumping his hips, not slow and sensual, but hard and demanding, a claim that she read in each of his punishing thrusts. She screamed against the force building inside her, ready to blow. Though he clearly had other ideas than a quick fuck to a hard orgasm because he withdrew right as she peaked in her climax.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he murmured in her ear.
“Upstairs,” she wheezed.
He spun her around, and she met his grin seconds before she found herself tossed over his shoulder. A hard slap on her ass later, followed by his deep chuckle, he headed up the staircase and entered the small bedroom with her queen-size bed and white metal headboard.
He slid her down the heat of his body until she stood before him, and told her, “Go get your vibrator.”
She blinked. “How do you know I have a vibrator?”
One brow arched, and he repeated, “Go get your vibrator.”
She gave a soft laugh and rolled her eyes, though she moved to her closet. There, she grabbed the box on the shelf, and she reached inside. When she turned back to him, she held up the black wand vibrator, offering it to him.
“No, angel, let me watch you.”
Her breath hitched at this new game. She saw it in the way the side of his mouth arched. He was playing on her voyeuristic kink, and she fully intended to play along. Wicked heat coursed through her when she moved to her bed, sat on the edge, and turned the vibe onto a medium speed, placing it on her clit. The immediate buzz had her eyes shutting, and her breath slowly escaped her. She forced herself to look at him, and when she did, she lost her breath altogether.
Grey stood at the end of the bed, his hand around the base of his cock, keeping the condom in place, and he stroked himself. Dear God. A rapid flush of heat followed by a deep shiver stormed over her. The vibrator buzzed against her clit, tickling her into a higher pleasure, but it was him creating the blistering burn inside.
He stared at her intently with those smoky, passionate eyes, pinning her to the bed without a single hand on her body. Emotions charged the air between them, and she reached up, tugging on her nipple, needing more intensity. She moaned and shuddered, easily losing herself in the passion that shone in the depths of his eyes. But it was the small, sly smile he gave her—like he knew how much he owned her—that sent her head back, chin pointing to the ceiling, and her body shaking with her orgasm.
When she recovered and lifted her head, he gripped the base of his cock, his squared chest flexed, the lines of his six-pack more defined than ever. “You had your turn. Now I want mine. Do you want me to fuck you, Evie?”
“Yes.”
His sizzling gaze held hers. “Beg me,” he murmured.
She finally breathed again, near gasping now, seeing the promise in his eyes that he’d give her pleasures she’d never known. “Please, I want you…I need you.”
“No.” He stepped in between her spread legs, gazing at her bare breasts before looking her in the eye again. “I don’t want to hear it from your mouth…show me….” He dragged a thumb across her bottom lip, and in that second, she felt every barrier she’d ever put in place come tumbling down under the strength of his touch. She didn’t need to worry with him. She could let go.
She felt her heart soften as she leaned forward and sucked on his thumb.
His eyes flared with heady heat. “Yeah, angel, that’s what I want. Give me everything.” He grabbed her legs and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed. But before he entered her, he reached down next to the bed for something.
When he straightened again, she noticed a couple of clothespins in his hand, clearly from the laundry basket she’d brought in earlier after drying her clothes on the line. Instantly, she went to sit up.
“Stay there,” he said, pressing a hand against her chest, keeping her on the bed. He laid the clothespins on the mattress and then took the vibrator, turning it up to the highest speed then placed it on her clit. “Hold this right here for me. Do not remove it,” he said with a smirk. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She gasped and trembled.
He glanced around her room for a moment. It became near impossible to watch him when he moved to her dresser, the pleasure nearly blinding her. Only when he returned to her did she notice he had one of her fashion scarves in his hands. She anticipated him binding her, she felt the sensation ripple across her wrist.
He surprised her, like he always seemed to do, by placing the scarf over her eyes. He tied a tight knot at the back of her head, obstructing her view. She wasn’t bathed in darkness, but it was like a curtain had been placed over her eyes, leaving only shadows visible.
Silence fell.
In those seconds, she became aware of so much more. Her heavy breathing, the sounds coming from outside, even Grey’s breathing in front of her. But more, she could feel his presence, the strength he exuded. Goose bumps rose across her flesh, the hair on her arms standing up as he slid his warm hands up her thighs.
She exhaled deeply as he leaned over her, swirling his tongue around one of her puckered nipples. She kept the vibrator against her sex, buzzing delightfully on her bundle of nerves, and she gasped when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. When he fully entered her, she released a ravenous moan she didn’t even recognize, while he slowly shifted his hips in and out. His wet, strong mouth sealed across her other nipple, teasing the bud into a tight knot.
Then she knew why.
Soon, his mouth was gone, and she felt a squeeze on her nipple, tightening and tightening while he applied the clothespin…until she gritted her teeth against the painful pinch. Once he released the clothespin, leaving it there on her nipple, his hand came down on the vibrator, and the pleasure brought her focus there. He moved his hips faster now, working into a fast rhythm, as her other nipple endured the pinch of the clothespin.
This time, the pain never came, the buzz on her clit had her gasping and moaning and unable to think about anything else, as it began to feel like hands were touching her clit, inside her, her nipples. The thickness of his cock rammed into her, and she gripped the bed sheets, feeling so full, so taken, when suddenly she felt a sensation new to her.
His damp thumb pressed against her anus, gently applying pressure, until with a pop he slipped inside her. He kept this thumb there, and every new sensation blasted through her, leaving her mindless. The tightness on her nipples. The torturous buzzing on her clit, squeezing her eyes shut tight. His hard cock filling her up, riding her hard. And the fullness of his thumb, making her feel touched in ways no one ever dared to touch her before.
With a roar, she arched her back, taken higher and higher.
In that very moment, he yanked the blindfold down, placing it around her neck. She forced her eyes open, finding dominance hovering over her. Grey’s eyes were intense, his muscles flexed, as he took what was his.
That very statement echoed in the air around them as he took one of her hands and placed it on his chest, then did the same with the other. That’s when she knew why he bound women. Emotion rushed across his face, and this, running her hands up his chest, cupping his face, and staring at him intimately was something he saved for her. For the only women who touched his heart. It never needed to be said or ever explained. It was their secret, the one thing she knew about him that no one else did.
And it was in that moment that she gave Grey what he wanted. Her heart.
With all that emotion burning between them, her breathing hitched, her climax…right there. And in that very second, with quick hands, Grey removed the clothespins. Then there was nothing but pleasure in its purest and rawest form as she lost herself in the intensity that he offered her, hearing her screams echoing his roars.
Sometime later, when her mind decided to work again, Grey’s soft chuckle brushed across her. “Fuck, you came so hard you made me come with you.”
Only then did Evie open her eyes to realize Grey was resting on top of her with the vibrator now lying on the mattress, still buzzing away. It was a statement of how hard she came that she couldn’t remember him dropping down onto her or when she exactly let go of the vibrator.
She began chuckling, euphoria dancing through her. “Oh, my God, you’re so much better than Dean.”
Grey rose on his hands, hovering over her, and narrowed his eyes on her. “Saying another man’s name while my cock is still buried inside you is not a wise decision, Evie.”
She grabbed the vibrator off the bed and held it up. “This is Dean.”
The irritation was gone from his expression just that easily, and he chuckled. “You named your vibrator?”
“Yeah, he’s Dean Winchester.” She laughed at Grey’s blank expression. Obviously, he’d never seen the TV show Supernatural. “Never mind. All I meant was you’re better than the greatest fantasy that I could ever dream up.”
He chuckled and withdrew his flaccid cock, grabbing a tissue off her end table and removing the condom, placing it in the trash. After he’d grabbed her sides, pushing her farther up the bed, he slid in next to her. “Well, that’s it then.”
“What’s it?” she asked, boneless.
“To ensure I always keep you happy, I must discover who Dean Winchester is and aim to always be sexier than him.”
Evie laughed softly. “Oh, that’s quite the feat.”
Challenge obviously accepted, Grey leaned in, pressing all that sexy man against her, and his brow arched. “I bet he can’t make you do this…” He cupped her sex, and she moaned, melting beneath his hand. His chuckle rushed over her in a heat wave. “See, there’s no denying it.” With his mouth right by hers, he slid his fingers between her oversensitive folds. She gasped and arched into him, and when she moaned, he took her mouth. His hot, searing kiss quickened her breath, as he added, “The only man you will ever belong to is me.”
She arched off the bed, grasping his arm. “Oh, my God, don’t stop.”
“Tell me, angel,” he murmured against her mouth.
She stared into the heat of his eyes, digging her nails into his hot, sweaty flesh. “I’m yours!”
He slid his fingers through her folds, pushing them inside her, and he agreed, “You’re damn right you are.”