Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Tell me you have condoms and lube.” I tried to make my voice as commanding as his always was.
He quirked his mouth, considering, and I braced for another round of “we shouldn’t do this,” but instead, he finally nodded.
“Gotta check the expiration date, but yeah.” He crossed to the dresser opposite the bed and retrieved a box from the top drawer. He studied it intently before chuckling. “Yep, we’re good.”
He tossed the box on the bed before holding up a bottle of lube from the bedside table. “This work?”
“Yeah.” I had to chuckle because it was a generic for the most basic brand around. Him being all thrifty about what he used to jerk off with was totally in character. Continuing to worry that this was either a dream or something he was about to call off, I launched myself at the bed. “Come here.”
“Think you’re forgetting who gives the orders.” He stalked to the bed, feral look in his eyes. Thank God Grayson seemed way more ready to play than to send me packing.
“Oh, I remember.” I grinned up at him as he levered himself over me.
“You better.” Grayson’s cock dragged along my thigh, and I reached for it, but he brushed my hand aside. “Nuh-uh. You gotta earn that. Besides, I’m too worked up as it is.”
“Me too.” I felt around for the condom box and lube, thrusting them both at him. “Feel free to skip the prep and just go.”
“Nope.” He set them aside again in favor of pinning my arms down. “If we’re doing this—”
“We’re doing it.” I glared at him. My bruised finger gave the smallest of protests, but the last thing I was worried about was my earlier injury.
“Then I’m intending a nice, long ride, not some fast scuffle.” His voice was stern, but his touch was tender as he trailed a hand down my jaw. “Want you to feel it, but I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“You won’t.” That much I knew for a fact. I was aching to have him inside me. Thanks to his threats of punishment, I was increasingly curious about things like spanking. However, if Grayson was reluctant, now wasn’t the moment to convince him, not when we’d already come this far. Instead, I stretched toward him. “Kiss me.”
He obliged me, hands roaming as we kissed. I thrilled at every touch and the deep, drugging kisses. Sitting up, he stroked farther down my torso to wrap a fist around my cock, grip sure and strong.
“You’re not the only one liable to go off,” I warned.
“You can wait.” His voice didn’t invite argument, which was precisely why I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Says you.”
“Flip.” He didn’t wait for me to comply, manhandling me into position. “Ass up. Head down. No more sass.”
Little did Grayson know I’d happily give him all the sass he could handle if it got me tossed around like a baby cow who’d wandered off from the herd. All that strength focused on subduing me was a heady rush.
And then he went and trailed a calloused finger down my spine and over my crack, dancing around my rim before he reached for the lube. He moved with a lazy sort of confidence as he slicked his fingers and resumed teasing me. I rocked toward his hand, trying to invite more contact, but he took his sweet time working up to penetration until I was panting for it. When he finally pushed his finger inside, I made a sharp keening noise.
“Doing okay?” He paused his motions like he might stop entirely if I didn’t give the correct answer.
“Never better,” I gasped. “More.”
Thank fuck, he listened, adding a second finger and pressing deep until he was able to tease my spot.
“That it?” His tone was all conversational. Meanwhile, I was going to combust if he didn’t fuck me soon.
“Yes.” I rode his fingers, trying to show him how ready I was. “Need you in me. Please.”
“Hmm.” Grayson kept right on playing my ass like it was an instrument he wanted to master.
“Please.” I moaned. I’d never come from prostate play or hands-free, but my body kept tensing like it was about to try. “Gray.”
“Fine.” He gave the side of my ass a fond pat. “I reckon you’re ready.”
“Definitely.” I arched toward him as he took care of the condom and more lube. He moved back behind me again, bed shifting slightly from the motion, and I braced myself with my hands against the headboard. Even with more than adequate prep, Grayson’s cock was still thick and blunt and made me suck in a breath as he pushed in. I tried to will myself to relax so he wouldn’t stop, but something in my body language must have given me away because he paused.
“We good?” he asked, petting my sides. And okay, I did welcome the chance to adapt to the intrusion. I took a few moments to breathe and rock backward in small motions, gradually taking more of his cock.