Chapter 14

Skylar

As soon as I answered his question, Greyson was on his feet. He moved gracefully and carefully, as if he was worried he might scare me off. He took my hands and pulled me gently behind him, through the living room awash in the reflection from the pool, down the hallway, and into the bedroom, which was illuminated by a lamp in the far corner that cast pale light across the bed. The windows were uncovered, and Boulder City glowed far below like hundreds of thousands of trapped fireflies.

My stomach was a cluster of nerves. My fingertips were tingling, my lips felt numb, and I could feel my heartbeat in every square inch of my body.

Greyson went to a panel on the wall and pushed a button. Blinds descended from the ceiling and slowly began to cover the windows.

This was all new territory for me. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do or say. Did I take my clothes off first? What did he expect from me?

When the blinds were down, Greyson turned back to me. I didn’t know why, but I had been expecting him to look different. I had expected him to be different. I knew sex could change things, and I had already assumed he would be more primal, more abrupt. Harder.

But he wasn’t.

His blue eyes still looked at me the same way they had moments before as he closed the distance between us. He paused only half a foot away. All I had to do was step forward and we would be pressed together. But I stayed where I was, paralyzed by nerves and expectations.

Greyson ran a hand up my bare arm. My skin erupted in goosebumps, and I stayed where I was as his fingers wandered over my shoulder and up my neck until they were buried in my hair at the nape of my neck. He drew me to him then, forcefully yet gently, and all at once, I succumbed to him.

When his lips touched mine, a fire started burning inside me. His kiss was tender, and his lips were softer than velvet. I kissed him back, tasting the wine on his tongue when he slipped it between my lips and kissed me in earnest.

His kiss and the way his fist was tightening in my hair chased away the nerves in my stomach. It turned into a tightness, an ache unlike anything I had ever felt before. Heat started to form and build lower until suddenly, wetness bloomed in my panties.

My body knew what to do, so I tried to quiet the thoughts in my racing mind as Greyson walked me backward, hand still in my hair, tongue still exploring my mouth, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of his mattress. His free hand caught me as I nearly fell backward, and he steadied me by holding my lower back, curving my body into his. That same hand found the tie around my waist that held up my skirt. With little effort, he pulled the bow apart, and the floral fabric cascaded to the floor around my feet.

Greyson placed his hand against my lower back once more and began lowering me gently down. I had no idea how he controlled it and managed it so slowly. All the while, our kiss continued, and the longer we stayed joined together, the more I forgot who I was. I was becoming someone else; someone who wasn’t afraid of what was going to happen. I wanted it. I craved it. I needed him more than I had ever needed anything before.

When my shoulder blades rested upon the mattress, Greyson pulled away from our kiss and straightened above me. He was watching me with a heavy gaze that suggested he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I felt beautiful lying beneath him.

He began unbuttoning his shirt. With the undoing of every button, a little bit more skin was exposed, and I was hooked by the tanned skin and the lines of lean, powerful muscles in his chest and down his stomach. I had known there was a body hiding beneath the fabric of his clothes, but I hadn’t expected one as strong as his, or as magnificent.

Before I realized it, his shirt was on the floor, and he was undoing his belt. He pulled it free of the denim loops around his hips. The metal of the buckle jingled, and he tossed it aside before leaning over me and planting a hand on either side of my shoulders. He lowered himself down, as careful as ever, until our lips grazed one another’s.

The ache below my belly was calling the shots as I wrapped my hands around his neck and drew him closer to me. His bare torso was warm, and his skin was smooth. I let my fingers wander over his back and traced the lines of his shoulders.

His kiss left my mouth and strayed down my throat and over my collarbone, until his lips were tantalizing the skin of my breasts just above the collar of my white tank top. It was the lightest touch, like a feather tickling the flesh, and I surprised myself when a breathless little sigh escaped my lips.

The sound made him smile, and he looked up at me. His blue eyes held my gaze for a short moment before he righted himself again. He pulled me up with him so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him. He eased my knees apart with his own and stood between my legs as he reached for the hem of my shirt.

Before he began lifting it upward, he met my eyes as if asking for permission. I lifted my hands over my head. I was incapable of words but more than willing to encourage him with action. The corner of his lips curled up as he began pulling the shirt over my head.

When it was off and on the floor with the rest of our clothes, he regarded me like I was water and he had been wandering in the desert for days. This was the look I had been expecting. The hungry, needy, lustful look. It only made me want him more.

I reached out and fumbled with the fly of his jeans. The button popped open, and I pulled the zipper down. The whisper of the metal on metal was louder than anything else I had ever heard; or at least, that was how it seemed in my ears.

Soon, I became aware of the other sounds around me. The rustle of the blankets beneath me, the hum of denim against Greyson’s thighs as he pulled his jeans off, and the ever-present steadiness of his breath between us.

He was in nothing but his black boxers now, and they left little to the imagination. The swell of him within their confines was generous, and I was finding it hard to look anywhere else. His finger under my chin lifted my face to his.

“We will go slowly,” he said in a voice that was barely a whisper. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded. I trusted him more than I had ever trusted anyone. Maybe even more than I trusted myself. That was a startling revelation that my sex-induced mind was incapable of making sense of, so I pushed the thought away to focus on those intense blue eyes of his.

He held my stare as he lowered himself to his knees between my legs.

My heart was racing. My breath hitched, and my fingers clutched the blankets beneath me nervously.

Greyson hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my pink panties and worked them down my hips and thighs. I was wearing only my bra now, and I was painfully aware of the fact that he could see me. He was so close, all he had to do was stick out his tongue and he would even be able to taste me.

When he did just that, I gasped. I watched, unmoving, as he put his hands on each of my hips and drew me even closer to him. His tongue darted out again to wander up and down my slit and caress my swollen clit. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I let myself relax and melted back into the mattress. I stared up at the white ceiling as his tongue dipped inside me.

This exquisite routine of licks and nibbles continued until suddenly, he was suckling my clit. He drew it in between his lips and ran the tip of his tongue over it in quick flicks. Each one sent a shock through me, and the tight ache below my belly suddenly exploded.

I cried out in surprise and pleasure as my thighs began to quiver and my back arched. Greyson continued to suck my clit as I came, and when the climax passed, he eased a finger inside me slowly, pushing me open.

I was powerless to him and his touch. My hips moved of their own accord, rotating slowly against his hand, as he licked me while he fucked me with his finger. I whispered his name before I knew what I was doing, and his eyes caught my stare as I glanced down at him. That was all I could see over my own tits and pussy; his thick dark hair and bright blue eyes. As he held my gaze, another finger stretched me, and I let my head fall back to the mattress as he began working up to a steady pace of fucking me with his fingers.

It felt so good.

I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted all of him.

“Greyson,” I breathed, clutching at the sheets as his fingers moved in and out of me. “Please. I’m ready.”

He pulled his fingers out slowly and ran them over and around my clit. I was so sensitive and so wet that just his touch sent me over the edge. He knew what he was doing, and he pushed down on my clit with his thumb as I came.

As I recovered, he reached for his jeans and drew something small from the pocket. A condom. Then he stood once more and forced my legs farther apart with a hand on the inside of each of my thighs. When he pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang free and reached up toward his belly button.

It was a daunting sight as I watched him roll the condom on.

He lowered himself on top of me. His searching fingers found mine and intertwined with them. He brought my hands over my head where he held them down. I didn’t feel trapped. I felt empowered somehow, and I lifted my hips to his when I felt the tip of his cock resting upon my belly, right above the spot that was aching so terribly.

“Please,” I said again, unaware that I was speaking, but hearing my own voice between us.

Greyson’s fingers tightened in mine, and he stared into my soul as he lowered his hips to rest his cock between the folds of my pussy. I bit my lip. He let out a soft sound in the back of his throat and inclined his head to mine, sealing my lips with his as he slowly entered me. He pushed me apart, forcing me to take him.

At first, all it felt like was immense pressure as he slid inside me. I was so wet that the first couple inches went in easily, and then all at once, my insides were stabbed by a sharp, shooting pain. I winced and tightened my grip on Greyson’s hands instinctively.

He paused, his tongue still moving in my mouth, until he felt me relax again. Then he pushed on, encouraging my pussy to stretch for him. The slow and uncomfortable beginning didn’t last long. Soon, I had taken all of him, and when we were joined as one, Greyson waited again. He waited for my body to be ready and continued showering me in kisses. He kissed my cheek and nuzzled my face to the side so he could kiss the side of my neck and nibble my ear.I moaned softly, and he took this as a sign that I was ready to continue.

He pulled out of me and entered again.

This time was completely different than the first. The pain was all but gone, and the movement of his cock sliding in and out of me was the best thing I had ever felt. I found his lips again and kissed him in a way that I hoped told him how much I wanted this.

His hips worked faster as he began thrusting at a quicker pace. All the while, he kissed me until I was too breathless to kiss him back, and he straightened above me, releasing my hands. He spread my legs even farther apart and pushed them back so that my knees were nearly level with my breasts.

All the while, he fucked me.

I gripped the sheets as the tip of his cock hit something deep inside my pussy. A cry escaped me as my body took control once more. Greyson pushed his thumb down on my clit and rubbed it in slow circles. His cock slid in and out, and he thrusted upward to hit that particularly delicious spot inside me. I didn’t want him to stop. I was desperate for the release of tension building inside me. I needed him to keep fucking me. I needed him to keep hitting that spot.

Greyson wasn’t stopping. His eyes were on me as he stroked my clit and fucked my tight little pussy. I could hear how wet I was.

I closed my eyes. The moment was coming. I was going to orgasm again. I was so close.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered as I gripped the sheets and arched my back so that he could get even deeper inside me. “Please don’t stop.”

He fucked me harder. I cried out his name. His thumb never ceased the swirling motions over my clit as he bucked against me, his thighs slapping against mine, his groans mingling with my sighs until everything was ripped apart and I was turning my face to muffle my scream of pleasure in the blanket.

At the same time, his cock swelled and jerked inside me. My name was on his lips as I came, and I knew in that brief moment that I had never heard anything sweeter. I forced myself to open my eyes. I wanted to see him.

I wanted to see the way he strained against the pressure of his own climax. I wanted to see the tightness in his shoulders and his jaw. His hands gripped my hips as he rode me until he was done, and even then, he stayed inside me, breathlessly tracing gentle fingers over my belly and ribs.

“You are so sexy,” he said huskily.

I started giggling. Once the sound bubbled out of me, I couldn’t contain it. He pulled out of me, and I gasped in surprise. I felt empty, but my heart was full. He collapsed on the bed beside me and rolled onto his back where he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I shifted into him, pressing my cheek to his chest to listen to the steady thump of his heart and the rush of breath in his lungs.

I was smiling as he drew me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.