One knee goes to the bed and then he’s lowering both of us. Only when my back hits the mattress and he presses his erection right in between my legs does he finally lift his mouth from mine.
His solemn eyes hold me captive, now a dark steel gray. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him.
Chapter 11
Ryker
That’s all I needed to hear.
I’m sure.
In typical Gray Brannon executive decision fashion, she told me she was all in. All the other consequences and ways in which this is wrong be damned.
I fall back down onto her, kissing her hard and deep. Dueling tongues, heavy panting, tentative touches. She rocks her hips against me, making me harder, and I feel like I’m back in high school making out with the smart, hot chick, desperate to get to third base with her.
And yet I’m completely satisfied if we just continue to kiss and feel each other up, because every touch and sound feels so fucking good right now. We roll to our sides and my hand automatically goes to the hem of her skirt to drag it up. Her skin is so silky…feels so good against my fingertips. I want them to continue their journey up and in between her legs, but her skirt is too damn tight around her hips, so I have to settle with snaking my hand up the back to grip her ass. Pressing my pelvis forward, I groan when Gray starts grinding herself on me and I’m overwhelmed with the need to touch her more intimately.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I roll slightly, pushing her onto her back. She stares up at me with fevered eyes and her breasts heaving. Grinning down at her, I say, “I used to be better in my youth at getting women out of their clothes.”
Gray snickers and moves her hands to her blouse, unbuttoning it efficiently. My eyes can’t help but follow her movements, watching as pale skin is uncovered, followed by the rounded swells of her breast, and finally a nude-color lacy bra. When she gets the last button undone, I peel the edges apart until her entire chest and stomach are revealed to me.
With just the tip of my finger, I trace a path from her collarbone over her right breast, catching the edge of the laced cup, and pull the material down. When her nipple pops free I’m on it, sucking it into my mouth and giving it a few hard pulls. Gray cries out and clasps the back of my head hard, holding it to her.
But I can’t…I’m too wound up and need more.
“Skirt,” I say as I push up from her. “Fastest way for me to get it off without tearing it?”
Gray’s hands go to the side of her hip where she undoes a single button. I knock her hands away now that I see the opening and pull the zipper down. Scrambling off the bed, I slip my hands into the loosened waistband and start pulling the offending material from her body. She lifts her hips to help me out and when I glance up at her, my knees almost buckle.
Her face is flushed, head tilted to the side as she watches me intently. One arm raised above her head and the other angled toward her face where she is biting down coyly on the tip of one finger. One breast covered, the other bare with a hard nipple still shiny from my mouth.
“Christ,” I murmur as I look at her with her skirt pulled halfway down her legs. “I don’t even know where to start with you.”
She pulls her finger from her mouth and whispers. “Between my legs. You should start there.”
This starts a beast growing inside of me. An insatiable monster that’s hell-bent on making Gray come hard. I yank her skirt the rest of the way off and quickly pull her down to the edge of the mattress by her legs. She gives a slight laugh of surprise and her legs fall apart.
I only take a moment—just a mere second to note that she’s not wearing virginal white but rather matching nude panties in a gauzy lace—before pressing my mouth right between her legs. I blow hot breath onto her, knowing it will snake its way right between the thin lace, and I’m rewarded with a deep moan. Gray flexes her hips upward…hungrily…demanding.
So I give it to her. I yank her panties free, peel her apart, and eat her pussy hard and fast.
The beast in me breaks free as I fuck Gray with my lips and tongue, sucking every bit of her down and growling against her in pride when she comes violently.
She cries out.
Her body shakes.
She commands me, “More.”
And I think that just may be the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I am completely and utterly without finesse as I start jerking my clothes off. Gray pushes up off the bed, shrugs her shirt from her shoulders, and undoes her bra.
As it falls to the floor, I give her a sheepish smile and say, “I would have gotten to that.”
She gives a quick kick of each foot and her heels go flying across the room. I have my shirt off and my pants unzipped when Gray shimmies out of her bra. My tongue about falls out of my head seeing Gray Brannon, the woman who just came in my mouth, standing before me beautifully naked.
“You’re stunning,” I say, my words thick and filled with lust.
I let my eyes crawl slowly down her, taking my time on the back way up, only getting sidetracked briefly when I see the inside of her thighs are red from my beard. My chest puffs and my dick swells harder over the way I’ve marked her.
When I finally get back up to her face, she’s looking at me pointedly. Her gaze flicks down to where my thumbs are tucked into the waistband of my boxers, prepared to push them and my pants down in one fell swoop.
“Hurry,” she says, and licks her lips.
Christ.
Monster is back full force and it’s rumbling deep in my chest. It needs to fuck Gray…like right now.
His solemn eyes hold me captive, now a dark steel gray. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him.
Chapter 11
Ryker
That’s all I needed to hear.
I’m sure.
In typical Gray Brannon executive decision fashion, she told me she was all in. All the other consequences and ways in which this is wrong be damned.
I fall back down onto her, kissing her hard and deep. Dueling tongues, heavy panting, tentative touches. She rocks her hips against me, making me harder, and I feel like I’m back in high school making out with the smart, hot chick, desperate to get to third base with her.
And yet I’m completely satisfied if we just continue to kiss and feel each other up, because every touch and sound feels so fucking good right now. We roll to our sides and my hand automatically goes to the hem of her skirt to drag it up. Her skin is so silky…feels so good against my fingertips. I want them to continue their journey up and in between her legs, but her skirt is too damn tight around her hips, so I have to settle with snaking my hand up the back to grip her ass. Pressing my pelvis forward, I groan when Gray starts grinding herself on me and I’m overwhelmed with the need to touch her more intimately.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I roll slightly, pushing her onto her back. She stares up at me with fevered eyes and her breasts heaving. Grinning down at her, I say, “I used to be better in my youth at getting women out of their clothes.”
Gray snickers and moves her hands to her blouse, unbuttoning it efficiently. My eyes can’t help but follow her movements, watching as pale skin is uncovered, followed by the rounded swells of her breast, and finally a nude-color lacy bra. When she gets the last button undone, I peel the edges apart until her entire chest and stomach are revealed to me.
With just the tip of my finger, I trace a path from her collarbone over her right breast, catching the edge of the laced cup, and pull the material down. When her nipple pops free I’m on it, sucking it into my mouth and giving it a few hard pulls. Gray cries out and clasps the back of my head hard, holding it to her.
But I can’t…I’m too wound up and need more.
“Skirt,” I say as I push up from her. “Fastest way for me to get it off without tearing it?”
Gray’s hands go to the side of her hip where she undoes a single button. I knock her hands away now that I see the opening and pull the zipper down. Scrambling off the bed, I slip my hands into the loosened waistband and start pulling the offending material from her body. She lifts her hips to help me out and when I glance up at her, my knees almost buckle.
Her face is flushed, head tilted to the side as she watches me intently. One arm raised above her head and the other angled toward her face where she is biting down coyly on the tip of one finger. One breast covered, the other bare with a hard nipple still shiny from my mouth.
“Christ,” I murmur as I look at her with her skirt pulled halfway down her legs. “I don’t even know where to start with you.”
She pulls her finger from her mouth and whispers. “Between my legs. You should start there.”
This starts a beast growing inside of me. An insatiable monster that’s hell-bent on making Gray come hard. I yank her skirt the rest of the way off and quickly pull her down to the edge of the mattress by her legs. She gives a slight laugh of surprise and her legs fall apart.
I only take a moment—just a mere second to note that she’s not wearing virginal white but rather matching nude panties in a gauzy lace—before pressing my mouth right between her legs. I blow hot breath onto her, knowing it will snake its way right between the thin lace, and I’m rewarded with a deep moan. Gray flexes her hips upward…hungrily…demanding.
So I give it to her. I yank her panties free, peel her apart, and eat her pussy hard and fast.
The beast in me breaks free as I fuck Gray with my lips and tongue, sucking every bit of her down and growling against her in pride when she comes violently.
She cries out.
Her body shakes.
She commands me, “More.”
And I think that just may be the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I am completely and utterly without finesse as I start jerking my clothes off. Gray pushes up off the bed, shrugs her shirt from her shoulders, and undoes her bra.
As it falls to the floor, I give her a sheepish smile and say, “I would have gotten to that.”
She gives a quick kick of each foot and her heels go flying across the room. I have my shirt off and my pants unzipped when Gray shimmies out of her bra. My tongue about falls out of my head seeing Gray Brannon, the woman who just came in my mouth, standing before me beautifully naked.
“You’re stunning,” I say, my words thick and filled with lust.
I let my eyes crawl slowly down her, taking my time on the back way up, only getting sidetracked briefly when I see the inside of her thighs are red from my beard. My chest puffs and my dick swells harder over the way I’ve marked her.
When I finally get back up to her face, she’s looking at me pointedly. Her gaze flicks down to where my thumbs are tucked into the waistband of my boxers, prepared to push them and my pants down in one fell swoop.
“Hurry,” she says, and licks her lips.
Christ.
Monster is back full force and it’s rumbling deep in my chest. It needs to fuck Gray…like right now.
