Grayson: I’ve been thinking about you all day.
I look down at the text and smile before turning my attention back to Rissa and our plans for how we’re going to end this round of voting and move on to the top five.
“So, I think we close it out and then maybe take the next week and announce one of the finalists each day. Give little tidbits about each of them, make readers like them more, just have fun with it.”
My phone beeps again with another text, and I bite back the new grin trying to form on my lips. Rissa only huffs, eyeing my phone with annoyance. “Sorry, let me turn my ringer off.”
And then I have to feign nonchalance when I look down at my phone and find another text.
Grayson: My dick is rock hard, and it’s you I’m imagining. It’s in my hand when I’d rather it be in your mouth with my fingers in your pussy, working you into a frenzy.
“Is everything okay?” Rissa asks, making me realize I must have made a noise when I read the text. “You look startled.”
I glance back at the text again and shake my head while every part of my body comes to life. “Yeah, it’s, uh, fine.”
“Your ringer.” Her brows are lifted as she glances to my phone and then back to me.
“My finger?” I squeak, thinking she saw the phone screen.
“Ringer. Sound on your phone.”
“Oh, yes . . . sorry.” Flustered, I fumble with my cell, and before I can even switch it off, another text alert pings.
Grayson: I want to bend you over and watch as my cock slides in and out of you.
“So back to next week . . .”
“Yes,” I swallow over the desire lodged in every place it should be and try not to glance at my phone as it vibrates again.
“Are you good with that plan?” Rissa asks as I shift in my seat to abate the sudden ache burning brighter than bright.
“Yes. Sure. I think that sounds like a great plan.”
Grayson: I want my cock buried so deep that you feel every damn inch of me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, why?” My voice breaks like a prepubescent teenager.
Grayson: I want you to come so hard you have to bite the pillow.
“You look a little flushed. Are you coming down with something?”
Grayson: You always have a choice. Isn’t that what you said to me once? Make a choice, Sidney. Isn’t it time to head to lunch?
“I mean, yeah, maybe.” I pull at my collar some. “Maybe that’s why I feel so flushed all of a sudden.”
Grayson: Meet me on the backside of The Cottages. Room Six. Fifteen minutes.
“Either that,” she says as she stands and heads to the door, only turning back to give me a wink, “or you’re guilty as hell. Maybe you should go take care of that itch texting you . . . or take some Tylenol. Whichever one it is, I think you should take the afternoon off.”
Grayson: Choose me.
“Oh.” It’s the only thing I can think to say because my brain is otherwise occupied imagining Grayson following through on his promises.
“And, Sid?”
“Yeah?”
“I sure hope he’s every bit worth breaking the rules.” She winks. “It’s about damn time. Your secret is safe with me.”
I rush out of the office, embarrassed but horny as hell, and park in the central lot that sits squarely in town. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, I walk around the block a few times before I figure the best way to get to the back side of The Cottages, which is a local bed and breakfast.
For some stupid reason, I’m nervous when I see the number six on the door of the only cottage that seems to have complete privacy. Is it because going to a hotel room in the middle of the day for sex is weird, or is it because it’s hotter than hell?
Judging by how damp my panties are, I’m betting on the latter.
I take a deep breath and knock on the door. When it opens, Grayson is standing there buck naked in all his glory. His dick is rock-hard and is more than demanding my attention.
“Nice choice.” He lifts his eyebrows and a ghost of a smile is on his lips.
“It’s always the quiet ones you have to worry about,” I murmur when our eyes meet and speak a million greetings as I step into the darkened room without any hesitation.
The minute the door is shut, he says, “Take your clothes off.”
Unable to speak, I do exactly as he demands. I remove every single item of clothing, one by one, as our eyes hold and his hand strokes ever so gently over the shaft of his cock.
When I’m done, our lips meet in a kiss that is so contradictory to the moment it’s staggering. It’s soft and tender while our hands are greedy and desperate as they roam over each other’s bodies.
“You distracted me at work,” I murmur between kisses.
“That was my plan.” Another kiss. A nip to my lip. “And I’m about to distract you again.” He turns me around and laces a row of open mouth kisses over the slopes of my shoulders before using his hand to push my back forward. “Bend over.”
I obey without a fight—probably the only time I ever have in this casual sort of relationship we have. I tell myself that the only reason I do so is because I know just how well Grayson Malone can give it.
I bend over the edge of the bed and prop myself up on my elbows. There is silence for a brief second, which has my every nerve high on anticipation. The texts were foreplay enough. I already want him. I’m already more than wet for him, but I startle when his hands rest on my ass and squeeze.
That action is followed by him burying his nose into my slit and taking one long slide of his tongue from my entrance back up. My breath catches. Every muscle affected by the lick of his tongue tightens in anticipation. Every part of me wants.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sidney.” Another lick. “I’m going to bury my cock in this tight pussy of yours.” His breath hot against my tender flesh. “Then I’m going to slip my finger into your ass.” The soft press of his thumb against my rim of muscles. “I’m going to fuck you with both so that when you come, every single damn part of you does.” The slide of his tongue into my pussy so that every part of his face is buried against me. “Do you understand?”
I nod, the dark promise of his words an aphrodisiac poured on top of the seduction he’s already plied me with.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he murmurs as he fists my hair in his hand and gently pulls my head back as he runs the tip of his nose up the length of my spine. His finger slips into me just as his mouth reaches my ear and his dick presses against my thigh. “No nods.” He works his fingers in and out of me, the sound of how wet I am filling the room. “No easy way out.” They slide back out and the trace of his coated fingertip travels up the crease of my ass and then down. “I want you to make a noise, Princess.” The tug of his teeth on my ear as his fingers tuck back in and curve against my G-spot. “I want you to scream.” A soft tug of my hair. “And I want to know you know who’s making you scream.”
Jesus. I could come from the dominance in his voice alone.
“Yes, Grayson,” I say as I push my ass back toward him and prepare myself for the pleasure.
“Good.” The heat of his breath hits my ear as his fingers slip out of me. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good.” My breath picks up, and the only part of him touching me is the promise of his cock between my thighs, just at my entrance. Another gentle pull of my hair, this time he turns my face some so he can slip his fingers between my lips. “Suck.”
I taste myself on him. I wrap my tongue around him and suck as hard as I can. His groan fills the room as I do so, and then it takes everything I have not to bite his fingers when he leaves them there as he thrusts his hips forward and fills me completely.
“Take it,” he murmurs as he grinds his hips against my ass so that I buck and writhe and beg for him to move again. To manipulate those nerves again. To make me come like he promised.
“God, yes,” I finally say when he slips his fingers from my lips and slowly pulls out before slamming back into me again. My hands grip the sheets as his hands grab the globes of my ass and spread them apart so he can watch as he fucks me.
Thrust after pleasure-inducing thrust, and with each one, my breasts jolt forward and brush against the comforter beneath me. It teases my nipples, which are, aroused to the point of being painful, but the sensation only seems to add to the whole of it.
“Sid,” he moans as he bottoms out and grinds into me at the same time I feel pressure on the rim of muscles.
“Yes,” I pant as I grow even wetter at the thought of sharing this with him. Of giving this to him.
He holds still as his finger presses ever so slowly into me. There’s resistance at first. A slight burn of pain. When the moment passes, and he begins to move his cock as his finger moves ever so gently in and out of my ass, my pleasure center is stretched to maximum capacity.
I want him to stop. I want him to never stop. I want him to take every ounce of bliss he’s giving me and somehow get it in return . . . but I can’t speak. I can only feel. I can only react. I can only let him take whatever it is he needs from me.
And I know when he does. I know when he’s done being the considerate lover and the strings of his restraint have snapped.
The current in the room shifts.
Grayson picks up the pace.
There is nothing gentle about him anymore. There is no sweet touch or tender affirmations. There is pure dominance. A side to him he’s hinted at but has never really shown me before.
This woman is definitely not going to complain.
While he is relentless in the pursuit of our orgasms, bringing me to the brink and then edging me down so I don’t come before he wants me to, there is something different about today.
Something shifts between us.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I can feel it when he kisses me goodbye.
I can hear it in the tone of his voice when he says he’ll call me later.
I can see it in the look in his eyes as he shuts the door behind me.
I think about it all the way home and still can’t figure it out. Maybe I don’t want to.
All I know is that Grayson Malone just pulled the most classic display of “this is casual sex,” I’d ever seen.
It was just a display, though.
Because what we just did was so much more than casual. It was intimate and tender and demanding and so many things, and I’m not sure what the hell to think about that other than wanting more.