Chapter 18

Skylar

Greyson’s hands were all over me. I was grateful to be in the water because after he made me come, my legs felt like Jell-O. I hooked my arms around his neck, and he waded out into the middle of the hot tub.

I could feel his cock pressed up against me as I wrapped my legs around his hips. I held myself against him with one arm and reached the other beneath the surface of the water to gently run my fingers over the tip of him. He smiled at me and kissed my cheek and neck.

I grasped his shaft. He kissed me more fiercely, his tongue pushing into my mouth desperately. I kissed him back and held the tip of his cock against my pussy. Then I lowered myself down on it.

Like the first time, there was a brief moment of pain. It was sharp but fleeting, and soon, I had taken all of him, and we were joined under the water. Greyson’s hands held my ass, and he began lifting me up and down.

The hot water was a wonderful combination with his dick inside me. My clit tingled from the water, and he hit that sweet spot deep inside me as he fucked me.

Soon, I was coming again and clinging to him desperately. My nails dug into his shoulders, and my teeth pinched his bottom lip as I moaned. It was too good, too intense, and I needed more of him.

Just as I was about to tell him so, he pulled out of me. I let my legs drift away from his hips, and I floated beside him for a moment before he drew me to the edge of the tub and turned me away from him.

He drew my now-wet hair over my shoulder and kissed my neck and shoulder, then pushed me forward so that I was on my knees on one of the underwater seats. The water bubbled at the tops of my thighs and beneath my ass. My pussy was just out of the water for him.

I was expecting him to keep fucking me, so when his tongue licked me again, I was startled but delighted. I grabbed the edge of the hot tub and leaned over it. I looked back at him. He was barely visible over the arch of my spine and ass, but I could just see the top of his hair.

He eased a finger inside me, and I moaned. He pressed another one in, and all the while, his tongue danced over my clit. I was going to come again.

He fucked me hard enough with his fingers that I could hear my own pussy when I squirted. I cried out in pleasure as my legs shook and my toes curled. Greyson kept going; tongue flicking and fingers thrusting. I thought I might come undone and lose all sense of who I was.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I came again.

After, I was weak, and my brain felt like mush. I was out of breath, and my whole body was succumbing to little spasms of pleasure.

Greyson bent over me, his mouth hovering by my ear. “Don’t tell me I’ve worn you out already,” he whispered.

His voice sent another wave of excitement through me. I arched my back again, pressing my ass into his groin. He chuckled in my ear, and his hot breath on my neck made me shiver.

I wiggled my ass for him. His cock was hard and thick. I wanted him to bury himself inside me. I wanted him to fuck me so hard that I couldn’t tell left from right.

But he made me wait.

He trailed his fingers down my spine and gripped my ass in both hands. He massaged me, spreading me open and running his hands down the backs of my thighs.

When he finally entered me, he wrapped his fist in my hair. I was surprised when he pulled my head back. It didn’t hurt, and I liked giving him the control. I was so used to being the one calling the shots at work and in life that giving in to him felt like the real release.

He pushed me down until my breasts were crushed against the hot tub. As he held me there, he buried his cock in me over and over until his name was on my lips.

His own moan mingled with mine when he pulled me up so that my back was pressed to his chest. He still held my hair, and he used it as leverage to turn my head to the side. He nibbled my ear and pinched my neck with his teeth. I moaned into him and rotated my hips over his cock, feeling the tip of him press against my walls with every thrust.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

He wrapped one arm around my waist so that his hand hovered between my legs just above the water. My clit was so sensitive when he touched me. I bucked against him, and he tightened his grip in my hair.

He pressed his lips to my throat as he rubbed me in quick circles with his hand. His cock moved in and out, and I continued the slow rotation of my hips. I was grinding against him in a way I didn’t even know my body could move.

“Fuck,” he grated in my ear. “Your pussy feels so good.”

And, somehow, he fucked me even harder.

My cry was a testament to my pleasure. The water bubbled and sloshed around us as Greyson sped up to his fastest pace, and right when I hit my highest point of climax, his cock swelled inside me and he moaned as he came. We rode out our orgasms together, my hair still in his fist, until Greyson’s thrusts slowed and he bent over me to shower my back and spine with soft kisses and nibbles of adoration.

When he released my hair, he stepped back and sank into the water up to his chin. He watched me as I turned back to him with a small smile playing on his lips.

“What?” I asked, sinking into the water with him.

If he shrugged, I couldn’t tell. “Nothing,” he said. But that smile was still lingering, and those eyes of his betrayed his thoughts.

“Liar,” I said.

“You just always manage to surprise me, somehow,” he said. “I’m not used to being surprised.”

“No?” I asked.

He shook his head and then glided through the water toward me. I stayed where I was, and he gathered me in his arms and pulled me into his lap as he found a seat at the edge of the tub. He leaned over and turned the bubbles off.

I hadn’t realized how loud they were. Their bubbling was replaced by the fizzing of air leaving the water. Tiny bubbles tickled me as they burst against my skin along my legs and back. We waited, surrounded by the hush of the settling water, until we were basked in silence.

All save the sounds of nature around us.

Somewhere nearby, a bird was singing an evening song. Crickets were also chirping in the background if I strained my ears, and the gentle rush of traffic was far, far off in the distance.

“Can you always hear the highway?” I asked, letting myself settle into him.

“Only on the really calm nights. If there is a breeze, it will usually carry the sounds of the traffic north.” He gestured over his shoulder.

“You were right,” I said, gazing out at the horizon which was still tinged with the slightest hue of pink, despite the sun having been gone for nearly an hour. The stars were starting to appear overhead; stars that were usually out of sight from the blinding city lights. This was the first time I had seen them since arriving.

“About what?” he asked, mindlessly running his fingers over my shoulder as he rested his head back.

“About liking it here. It’s not what I thought it was.” What I really should have said was “You’re not what I thought you were,” but I didn’t want to talk so forwardly about my feelings. Not when I was going to be leaving him behind in three days.

Monday was approaching much too quickly.

The thought of boarding the plane made me feel sick, so I tried not to dwell on it for too long.

“I knew you would come to see it the way I do,” Greyson said. “It’s not what everyone says it is. It’s not just the casinos and the lights and the canyon. Mind you, the canyon is pretty cool. It’s everything else about it. We’re in the middle of the desert. When you really think about it, it’s pretty cool.”

“It is,” I said, watching him watch the stars.

He peered at me out of the corner of one eye. “Something is bothering you,” he said.

I was afraid to be vulnerable with him. I was afraid of telling him how I felt and how much I wanted to stay with him. I feared it would make leaving even more difficult than it was already going to be.

But carrying the burden of grief on my own was overwhelming.

“Going back to Houston after all of this is going to be harder than I thought,” I said, choosing my words carefully.

His gaze drifted away from me to regard the stars once more. “I know.”

I swallowed the tightness in my throat. “Part of me wishes we never did this so that I wouldn’t feel like I was leaving something behind. But I think not having known you this way would be far worse.”

“Me too,” he said. Then he gently pushed me from his lap and stood. “Come on. Let’s head inside. I’ll open a bottle of champagne and grab you a robe. Let’s make the most of the time we have left.”

I nodded past the wetness in my eyes and hoped he didn’t notice. We climbed out of the hot tub, and Greyson collected our clothes. We hurried inside and left wet footprints all across his floor until we reached the bedroom, where he grabbed me a fluffy white towel and a matching robe.

“You’re a good host,” I said, tying the sash around my waist.

“Sometimes,” he said, dressing in a matching robe.

His hair was a disheveled mess atop his head, and the top of the robe was open to expose his chest. I was sure that he had never looked so handsome before.

He took my hand, and we both went to the kitchen where he popped a bottle of champagne. He poured us each a glass, and we toasted with no words. Our eyes said it all. I’m going to miss you.

We brought our drinks to the sofa, where we sat, half draped over one another, talking until well into the early hours of morning. We made our way through two more bottles of champagne, and when we polished off the third, it was almost three in the morning.

Greyson grabbed the sash of my robe and pulled it free. It fell open, and I smiled at him as he caressed my breasts and flicked his thumb over my nipples.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“Not too tired,” I said.

He took me on the couch, slowly and gently, and I made sure to burn the memory of him into my brain so that I could always remember how it felt having him inside me.