He brushes his lips to mine. So soft. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He growls at my words and sinks his teeth into my skin.
Oh, God. I arch against him, begging for more. Begging for whatever he’s willing to give me.
Grayson soothes the sting with his tongue and whispers, “We’ve only had sex a couple of times. I’m not sure you’re ready for me to fuck you.”
“I’m ready.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Grayson closes his eyes for a beat, and when he opens them, I know he’s going to give me what I’m asking for.
He grips my hips, pulls me from the hood of the car, and flips me around.
“Hands on the hood.”
A shiver runs down my spine as I place my palms flat on the car. Grayson pulls my shorts down. I step out of them. He sinks to his knees, pushes my thighs apart, and buries his face between my legs.
He licks, sucks, and kisses my folds and my clit. I have nothing to hold onto for leverage, so I push my hips back against him for friction until my legs are shaking and weak. It’s embarrassing how fast he brings me to orgasm.
Within minutes I’m flying apart, crying out his name. He pushes two fingers inside while my body continues to pulse and stands up.
“I need you inside of me.”
“Workin’ on it.” I hear him push his pants down, and then he’s poised at my entrance.
I spread my legs, and slowly he pushes through the wetness and sinks into me.
I expect him to fuck me hard, the way I asked, but he has other plans.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against the back of my neck.
“Yours,” I whisper back.
He begins to move—slow, languid strokes meant to drive me out of my mind.
“Grayson,” I plead, my voice thick with need.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, already knowing what I’m going to ask for.
“Damn it, Grayson, if you don’t fuck me right this second, I’m gonna—”
He wraps his hand around my hair and yanks my head back. Not too hard—it doesn’t hurt—but it’s enough to steal the words right out of my mouth.
He pulls out and slams into me.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes. Oh, yes!”
Letting go of my hair, he reaches around the front of me, under my shirt, and drags my bra down. With one hand gripping my hip, the other finds my breasts, tweaking my nipples into tight peaks as he slams into me over and over again.
I’m going to be sore in the morning, but I can’t bring myself to care, because this feels too good.