He pulls away much too soon. I lean forward to try and re-connect our lips, but he laughs and cups my face. I bite my lip and will my eyes to look into his, not his slightly swollen lips. “Get in the car,” he orders, voice gruff, making my knees feel weak. The look in his eyes is intense and makes every nerve in my body stand at attention, much like his erection that pokes dangerously hard, but I love that he’s hard for me. “Get in, Liv,” he says, and my naughty thoughts fade.
“Why? Where are we going—?”
His lips find mine, shutting me up instantly. “Shut up and get in the car,” he whispers haughtily, pulling his lips from mine. I love this dark side of him. I mean, he has always been dark. I’ve just never admired it so much like I do right now. The glint in his pitch-black eyes, the nefarious crook of his mouth, the look of danger in the way his thumbs are slowly caressing my cheek and lip—it all comes crashing down on me, and I don’t mind one bit.
Okay, my subconscious finally swoons.
“S-sure,” I stutter like an absolute idiot.
His lips widen, but he doesn’t say anything witty, just gives me a chaste kiss on my lips, then rounds the car. His mischievous smile dares me to get in, so I do. He pulls out of the spot as I attach my seatbelt around myself. I quickly undo mine and attach his too. I sit back and blush. What? There’s nothing wrong making sure my man is all buckled up and safe. I buckle my seatbelt again before he takes off.
Twenty minutes into the ride, I am quiet, nervous, chewing my lip like it’s licorice. Which is pretty impressive considering how much I want to open my mouth and ask him where the heck he’s taking us. I want to ask, but I don’t want him to tease me. After all we’ve been through, I am still nervous of being teased. I can’t tell if that’s a bad thing or good thing.
“You want to know where we’re going,” he states.
Can he read my mind?
“And you aren’t going to tell me,” I suggest.
He glances at me with a smirk and raised eyebrow. “Well, aren’t we mind readers?” He nudges me in my arm, and I roll my eyes.
We really are, but only when it comes to each other.
I smile and lean against the window, allowing the night breeze to tangle through my unruly curls. I like to think we have a connection, stronger than anyone other than us could possibly understand. Like a bond that ties not only our bodies, but also our minds and souls.
As if sensing my revelation, Grey reaches out and connects my fingers with his. I look at him without holding back how I feel for him. My heart, my soul—everything I could possibly hold in my body, I willingly allow him to take it, conquer it. And as I look into his eyes, I see past all the pain and hurt he has put onto me; I see past the darkness and spot a small spark of light. I want so desperately to reach in there and make a grand light show. I want to show him that he does deserve me, and we do deserve each other, and I do deserve to love him and be loved.
Thirty minutes later, we are in the middle of nowhere.
I can’t help but be a little confused.
“Where are we—?”
Again, he shuts me up with his lips. The kiss is passionate and makes my heart go wild. He pulls me into his lap, and I tug at the hem of his dress shirt. He kisses me like he’s afraid I will disappear. I unbutton his shirt until my fingers hit the cold metal of his belt buckle. I tug at his belt and moan as I grind myself on his impossibly hard member.
“Fuck—don’t tease me like that, baby,” he grunts, squeezing my bare thigh. “Or you’ll regret it.”
I nod frantically, believing him.
I gasp in shock when we are flipped, and I am on my back while he is in between my legs. He looks so imperfectly perfect: his dark hair disheveled, inky-black eyes glinting with troublesome intentions, chest, torso, and arms littered with black ink that hold meaning while others are just meant to scare you off. But in all of his blackness, I see light. I want to snuff it out. Who wants a blinding light when you can have this beautiful man with all his flaws and pure love for me in the dark, doing whatever you want, sinful or downright dirty?
“You are so beautiful,” I croak, and he bites his lip, furrowing his brows. I watch as he lowers himself onto me, inhaling me from in between my breasts to my neck. I moan and curl my fingers around his neck.
“No, you are the beautiful one,” he rasps, making every hair on my body rise. I moan and wiggle beneath him, moving my hips slowly as he drags my shorts down. I impatiently kick my feet, almost kicking him in the face as my flats fly off.
“I am so sorry,” I exclaim, sitting up, hands over my mouth.
He laughs but it is soft and not mocking. “It’s okay.” He glances down, and I do too, blushing even harder. “I’m a little excited too.”
I can’t help but giggle, and he rolls his eyes and pushes me back. He hovers over me and tips my chin, dragging my head up. Lips touch and a need for him fills me instantly, like I wish he would do to me. Now.
“You know, we can always talk—” I begin, pulling away slightly. But then he grazes his teeth along my teeth and sucks. I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Or not,” I breathe, and he laughs, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear, eyes glued to my lips.
“No talking,” he confirms. I gasp and bite my lip when he trails his tough fingertips down my arm…all the way down to my butt. He squeezes it, pulling me toward his chest. “Plus…” he drawls, and I pant with need as he circles his finger around my clitoris. He leans up and sits on his knees. Locking dark, lustful eyes with me, he forcefully pushes my legs apart and smirks. “Abuela always said to never eat with my mouth full.” I don’t understand what he means until he bends down and cups his mouth around my vagina, tongue running flat down my clitoris.
“Oh my God!” I cry out in surprise and a brutal shock of pleasure.
“Take off the shirt, although you look so fucking sexy in it,” he instructs and flicks his tongue, making me cry out again.
I am quick to tug it off and drop it on the floor. I arch my back and weave my fingers through his thick hair, giving it a nice tug. He groans into me, and I make a strangled sound. His tongue flips and circles around me, tasting me on another level. The feeling is almost indescribable. I see stars and push his head harder, greedy for his mouth.
“Please,” I moan, gripping my own hair and arching higher. I moan his name and whisper, “Grey mmmm…that feels so good.”
“You taste heavenly, princesa,” he actually moans. I think I am starting to come just hearing it. Then, as if he really wants to make me explode, he grunts in his deepest, yet velvety voice, “Tan jodidamente bueno. Me haces difícil, lo sabes, ¿Verdad, nena?” (So fucking good. You make me hard, you know that, don’t you, baby?)
I nod, feeling his fingers clutch my thighs. “Sí, Grey. Pero quiero que me enseñes. Por favor, que me jodan. Te necesito tanto que te duela.” (Yes, Grey. But I want you to show me. Please, fuck me. I need you so badly it hurts.)
“Fuck, yes,” he nearly growls but doesn’t budge. His tongue picks up speed, and he even plunges two fingers into me. I scream his name over and over from the shock and pleasure hitting me again and again. He whispers dirty, blush-worthy things while swirling his tongue like the fucking pro he is.
When I finally come, my eyes roll in the back of my head and I yell his name. I am pretty sure the whole of Venezuela has heard. Finally, he puts his weight up on his hands, leaning over me like a dark, fallen angel, lips moist with my release. “Give me a kiss.” His voice is rough, but I don’t care. I kiss his lips covered with me, and I moan at how good I taste. I lick his lips and suck on his lower one.
“Holy fuck,” he drawls, cupping my pussy and playing with my sensitive clitoris. I feel him smile against my lips. “You are just my Princesa traviesa, ¿No es usted?” (Naughty little princess/ aren’t you?)
I answer him by attacking his lips with mine whilst pulling off his belt. “¿Qué crees?” (What do you think?)
“Shit,” he says breathlessly, and I giggle, only making him grow in darkness. He kisses me with greed and passion and everything in between. I feel him shift and hear his boots collide with the ground. I unzip his dress pants and tug them and his boxers down forcefully. He leans back until his back is on the wide seat, and I am on top. “Condom,” he says just as I am about to get onto his glistening wet dick.
Jesus H. Christ, was I about to get on him without protection? I’m becoming so wild because of him…I think I’m getting addicted to it.
He leans over and digs in his pants pocket. I raise a brow when he pulls out a brand new pack of condoms. “What?” He shrugs, smirking. “I stopped on the way back to the house.”
I flush and look away. He had seen this coming. Well, I guess I sort of did too. Like I said, he’s started an unbelievable craving for him earlier today.
When the condom is securely placed on him, I smile giddily.
He laughs, but it quickly transforms into a sigh of relief when I slowly sit on him. I do the same and nearly pass out because of how great he feels. “Fuck…montarme, princesa,” he gripes, holding my waist. (Ride me, princess.)
I nod frantically, slowly rocking my hips against him. “Oh my God!” I exclaim. It feels so deep like this, and I feel like I am going to implode. I continue grinding against him, bouncing a little even, and he cries out my name over and over like a prayer. I splay one hand against his hard stomach while the other is gripped in my curly hair, clutching tightly as if to keep me grounded.
“Fuck, you look…fuck! You look good.” His eyes are pinch closed as he struggles to find the right words. “You look so fucking sexy,” he finally says, drawing the word out.
I suck on my bottom lip before letting both of my hands fall against his chest. I drag them down and moan while he cries out, lifting his hips to meet mine, “Y te sientes increíblemente increíble, Grey. Tan jodidamente bueno. Oh, mi—” (And you feel fucking amazing, Grey. So fucking good.) And I’m not lying. Has it ever felt this great? This fucking good to the point that I’m looking down at the planet and the heavens and hell, all combined. I grind my hips harder and feel my sex quake under his cock. “Grey,” I groan his name, closing my eyes.
“More,” he growls, flipping us over quickly. I don’t complain. He grabs one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder and pounds into me, hitting my G-spot too fucking perfectly.
“Grey!” I scream his name on the top of my lungs, my eyes rolling in the back of my head and falling down to my stomach. “Please—” I whimper, not knowing what I mean.
“Please what? Please fuck you until you can’t remember your fucking name?” he gripes, hitting the spot shaper. I scream his name. “Fuck you until your screaming my name so loud, so hard you lose your voice?” His hips grow faster, and I grab his torso and drag my fingers down his abdomen, needing something to claw to get my worked-up tension relieved.
“Yes, please. All of the fucking above,” I breathe, arching my back while gripping him.
He smirks, and my heart leaps in my chest. He resembles an angel whose intentions are nothing but good. But then he leans down and the light shifts, and his eyes glow through the dark with intentions to rip me apart and suck out my soul. I welcome him all the same and grip his hair as he presses his lips to mine, still thrusting in and out of me haphazardly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the ends of his hair while he works with everything he has in him to slowly drive me to insanity. I migrate my hands down his back, gripping his warm skin between my nails. He cries out in my mouth, and I moan loudly at how it affects me, making me grow tighter around him. He feels it too, and I feel his cock twitch in me. He removes his lips from me and curses my name.
“Come for me, Grey,” I moan, my voice guttural. “Please, please, pl—please—ugh, fuck!”
“Fuck, I’m coming, bebé,” he announces, leaning back slightly, and I admire the sweat lingering in his hair and across his forehead and muscles, skimming his beautiful array of tattoos. The sight of him makes me come alone.
“Ahhhh!” I scream, gripping his shoulders so tightly, I fear I am causing him to bleed.
He sits up on his knees and fucks me in the deepest, most delicious way possible. “Fuck!” he screams loudly, and I feel his member grow heavy as he comes. I bite my lip and hold in my moans as he continues to pound into me, getting himself off more. As he does, another burst of pleasure hits me and I groan his name, pulling him to me. He sucks my neck, and I stare up at the ceiling of the truck.
Finally, he stills, and I finally breathe for what feels like an eternity. Like I was going to die or implode if I didn’t.
He picks me up like a feather and flops down on the seat, pulling most of my body on him.
“I’m—”
He cuts me off by reaching down to the ground and unfurling a plaid blanket, laying it on me completely. I sigh in relief and kiss his chest appreciatively. He really can read my mind.
“Thank you.” I blush.
He chuckles, and I stare up at him. “No problem.” He brushes my crazy curls past my forehead and pulls me up a little, then lightly brushes his knuckles against my cheek. I close my eyes and lean my head against his warm chest, listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat beneath his chest.
“What are we doing?” I whisper, feeling my eyes grow heavy with exhaustion.
“Shhh…we’ll figure it out later.” He presses his lips to my forehead for a moment, then pecks my nose. “Just go to sleep now. M’kay?” His soft voice is enough to push me over the edge of sleep.