"What was that all about?" I asked when we were out of earshot.
"Just some old family bullshit I don't want to drag back up," he responded, effectively shutting me down. I understood the impulse all too well. Family bullshit was the worst kind. Still, I was curious why he'd gotten so worked up seeing Ashley.
Grey placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me around the corner to the entrance. His fingers teased the skin exposed by the opening in my dress.
"Shit, it's raining," I said when we reached the door. "My car is parked a block away."
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You won't need it tonight. I promise to get you back to it safely, tomorrow."
It was as if the awkward exchange from a few moments ago never happened. Grey was back to his confident, sexy self.
I opened my mouth to protest, there was no way I was staying with him that long, but all rational thought flew out the window when he slid his tongue down my ear and planted soft kisses on my neck. I shivered, squeezing my thighs together as the tension that'd been building all night took on new life. The movement made me acutely aware of the desire pooling between my legs.
I groaned softly when he moved away. I'd never been a fan of PDA. It hadn't really ever been an issue because the only men I saw were married but God help me, with the way he kissed my neck I would have let Grey do whatever he wanted.
A driver appeared in the doorway, umbrella in hand.
"Thank you, Vince," Grey said, his fingertips returning to my back. We walked out and slid into a black town car.
The door hadn't even fully closed and he was climbing over me, or maybe I was pulling him onto me. I couldn't be sure who was doing what. My head banged against the side of the car behind the window. I didn't care. I guess four vodka and sodas and a couple of glasses of superb wine will do that, or maybe it was finally getting to run my tongue over those gorgeous, wine-stained lips.
I grabbed Grey's face and pulled his plump bottom lip between my teeth, biting down just a little before I slid my tongue against his. He tasted like dark, sweet fruit and something else I couldn't quite identify but whatever it was, I wanted more. Grey groaned against my mouth and pushed my legs apart with his knee. My dress rode up over my thighs as he moved his leg forward until my black lace thong was against the denim of his jeans.
I moaned as he moved his leg against me. He slid one shoulder of my dress down, taking the strap of my bra with it. Rather skillfully, he freed my breast from the formfitting material and pulled my hard nipple between his teeth. I sucked in a breath, bucking against the intense sensation as his tongue worked its magic, and he continued to move his knee against my throbbing pussy.
And then, as quickly and wildly as we'd begun, with me ready to let him fuck me right there in the backseat of the car, Grey released my nipple, moved his leg away and gave me a sweet, gentle peck on the nose as he pulled my dress and bra back up. He flashed a devious, satisfied smile, but his eyes gave away the lust and desire he was feeling. I gaped at him, completely stunned as he moved over and sat back in the seat.
He reached over and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. "I'm sorry, baby, but there's no way our first time is going to be in the back of a car like a couple of reckless teenagers. I'm going to take my time savoring every bit of you. We'll be at my place in just a few minutes, but we need to make a quick stop first."
Grey opened the divider and instructed the driver to stop at the nearest drugstore. I'd been so wrapped up in him I hadn't noticed or cared whether or not Vince could see us. Modesty wasn't really my thing anyway. When the car came to a stop, Grey gripped the front of his pants and adjusted what looked to be a rather impressive erection before hopping out into the rain. Vince jumped out after him, attempting to get the umbrella open to escort him in, but Grey waved him off and walked in alone.
I adjusted my dress before Vince climbed back in. Checking my phone, I found several messages from Jessica and one from Grace. I didn't bother reading any of them, opting instead to survey my appearance with the camera. My cheeks were flushed and my hair was mussed with several pieces having fallen loose while Grey and I wrestled around. I smiled with my kiss-swollen lips and pulled the pins from my hair, letting it fall in loose golden waves around my shoulders.
Grey slid back in beside me with a plastic bag in hand, sucking in a breath when he saw me.
"You are so fucking sexy." He tossed the bag on the seat before he shifted, groaning as he tried to adjust his erection again. My gaze followed the motion of his hand, and I bit my lip as thoughts of tasting the silky hardness he was wrestling with invaded my mind.
I grabbed the bag, noticing a condom box through the semitransparent material as I pushed it out of the way and slid closer to Grey. It was surprising a man like him didn't walk around prepared. I imagined opportunities for casual sex fell into his lap regularly, a thought which reignited that pesky sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Then I wondered if it was just a ploy to gain my trust. It wouldn't be the first time a manwhore tried to pull a fast one on me. Of course, they'd always been marks, so I was the one pulling a fast one. This was unfamiliar territory.
He grinned sheepishly at my eyeing the bag as I slid over to him.
"It's been a long time for me, so I haven't had to worry about keeping these on hand."
I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes slightly as I examined him for any hint of a lie. I saw none.
The sense of relief his confession gave me was disconcerting. I had no business caring who or how often he fucked. Our night together was going to be a onetime thing, and we would go our separate ways as soon as it was over. Grey took my hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over my knuckles as his gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes. I should have pulled away; the action was intimate, too intimate. He touched me as if we were a real couple, not the one-night stand I was determined we were. Instead I pushed forward, pressing my lips against his as he smiled against my mouth. Running my tongue over his lips, I pushed my fingers through his thick hair before he pulled me onto his lap.
As we kissed, a little voice in the back of my mind told me this was dangerous, but I ignored it, convinced I was in control. I told myself again the attraction I felt to Grey was purely chemical; I needed to fuck him once to get him out of my head so I could focus and move on with the job at hand. Between the drinks and the making out and all the emotional shit I had going on in my personal life, I needed release. I needed to be fucked good and hard, so that was exactly what I intended to get.
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"We're here," Grey said, breaking our kiss.
I smiled and moved off his lap to fix my clothes as I looked out the window. My heart pounded as the car turned onto the long winding driveway that led to Grey's home. My emotions swirled below the surface as the house came into view. The elegant and inviting property wasn't exactly what I expected for a bachelor. The lawn and landscaping were tasteful and well manicured. The house, while quite large, wasn't flashy or overbearing. It looked like a home.
Holding my hand, Grey helped me out of the car and led me around to a side door, stopping briefly to tell Vince he wouldn't need him again until the morning. I should have stepped in and told the driver to wait because I wouldn't be staying that long. Instead I remained silent and followed Grey into the house. I would call a cab after I'd gotten what I needed.
"Wow," I said, stepping into the kitchen. It was set up much like I imagined the kitchen of a professional chef would be. Top-of-the-line stainless steel appliances, tons of cabinet and counter space, and a variety of cooking gadgets built in all around. And the smells. I'd stuffed myself at dinner, but the scent of cinnamon and vanilla in the air made my mouth water.
"I told you I like to cook," he said, pulling me along. Good, he wanted to get down to business, which was exactly what I needed.
We entered a large family room and he took me over to the couch. I guess that was better than the bedroom--less personal.
"Give me a minute," he said as I sat.
"Okay, where's the restroom?" I wanted to freshen up after our twenty-minute make out session.
He led me back toward the kitchen, pointing around the corner before he pressed a gentle kiss on my swollen lips and walked away. I watched him stroll back across the room and disappear down a hallway, plastic bag in hand. I slipped into the bathroom and took a moment to survey my appearance in the mirror above the vanity. I was surprised by how I looked. Based on how I was feeling, I expected to be a mess, but I looked as good as I had walking into the restaurant hours before, maybe better with my hair hanging in loose heavy waves. With no need to reapply my makeup, I splashed a little water on my face and ran a hand through my hair.
I slipped out of the bathroom and back to the family room. Grey was nowhere to be seen, so I took the time to explore the room. I stopped to admire an oil painting of a mountain landscape on my way to the fireplace. Landscapes were my favorite. I loved seeing the different perceptions of nature's beauty artists captured. A slight scent of burnt wood tickled my noise, which was surprising considering most people I knew opted for gas. I appreciated the realness of it.
The expansive mantle was lined with photographs that spanned many years. There was one of Grey and his brother when they were boys with a beautiful young woman I assumed was their mother. The twins couldn't have been more than two or three in the shot. Even then Grey had a smile to kill for. His hair was lighter, but the big golden hazel eyes were the same. I moved down the line of photos, which appeared to be arranged chronologically with various shots of Grey and his family. A wedding photo of his parents revealed the source of his good looks. He and Gregory looked a lot like their father, except for the eyes. Those were definitely their mother's. Chad, on the other hand, was like a masculine clone of her, just with lighter hair. There was another wedding photo, one of Elsa and Gregory. I immediately felt a twinge of guilt looking at her smiling face.
What the hell was I doing? I was supposed to be getting her answers about her husband, not fucking his brother for my own selfish reasons. Seeing her was almost enough to make me leave. To run home and confess my mistake to the girls so we could forge a new plan of attack. Almost.
Instead, I lingered as another picture caught my eye. It was of Grey's whole family, except this one included the blonde from the restaurant, Ashley. Grey's arms were draped around her from behind, the two of them looking as happy as any couple I'd ever seen. I had a sudden urge to vomit, followed by a strong urge to break something.
"That was a long time ago."
I jumped at Grey's unexpected presence behind me but didn't turn around.
"How long did you two date?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on his happy expression in the photograph.
"A few years, but I don't want to talk about that right now."
I turned to face him. A mischievous smile lit his handsome face, but there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. I couldn't keep my eyes up for long, considering he'd lost his shirt somewhere in the short time we were apart. All thoughts of leaving evaporated at the sight. He hooked his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I gasped, but he swallowed the sound, pressing his lips to mine as he pushed me backward. His tongue flicked over mine and then retreated just before he did.
He sat down on the couch, pulling me with him before running his hands down over the bare skin of my knees and then around along my calves. My skin caught fire every place he touched, and I squirmed in anticipation. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he slipped my shoes off and set them down carefully off to the side. Taking one foot into his strong hands, he rubbed his thumbs up from heel to toe. I groaned at how good his touch felt, unaware of how sore my feet were until then.
"God, that feels good," I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning back against the plush cushions while he continued with his skillful massage. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of each arch and then moved his hands up to my calves.
"You're so tense," he said as he worked his magic on my legs.
"I wonder why." I smirked, lifting my head up to look at him.
My desire flared as bright as ever seeing him down between my legs like that. His eyes were darker than before, clouded with lust as he watched me. I was certain the massage was over, but he kept going, taking his time working out the tension in my legs.
"I want you to fuck me, Grey."
"I know you do." His voice was low and sexy.
My hips rocked back involuntarily at his words. I sat up, reaching for him, trying to coax him up to me, but he resisted. He was so controlled, despite the emotions swirling in his eyes.
"I told you I was going to take my time savoring you, Claudia."
He kissed then licked up the inside of my calf up to my knee and then repeated the action on the other leg. Pushing my dress up to my hips, he spread my legs further apart and pressed his lips lightly against the inside of my thigh before nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. I squirmed, pressing my palms down into the couch. My pussy clenched with need. I wanted to grab his head and force his mouth to where it ached, but I resisted.
"I've been thinking about this since you crossed these beautiful legs in front of me in my brother's office. You knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?" He stroked his fingertips just outside the edges of my panties while he looked directly between my legs.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice husky.
"You wanted to tease me, didn't you?"
"Yes, God yes!" I replied as he let his fingers drift just inside the edges of the thin fabric.
"How do you like it, Claudia? Do you like being teased?"
"No, yes, fuck. I don't know, Grey. Please," I blurted out.
He reached under the crumpled material of my dress and gripped the sides of my panties. I raised my hips and he slid them down over my legs and tossed them onto my shoes. Grabbing the backs of my calves, he pulled me closer to the edge of the couch.
"I've been thinking about this pussy all day. I imagine you taste so sweet. Have you ever tasted yourself, Claudia?" He finally rubbed one finger between my swollen lips. "No," I moaned loudly. His touch felt better than I could have hoped.
"Tell me, is it sweet?" he demanded, sitting up and rubbing the same finger over my lips. I opened my mouth and he dipped it inside, letting me taste my own arousal. I closed my lips around his finger, watching him as I moved my tongue around it.
He growled and slowly pulled his finger from my mouth.
"Well?"
"Mmm, it's so sweet," I whispered. He groaned and bit his lip as he moved back down.
"I'm not sure I believe you."
I could feel his warm breath against my aching flesh. He inched forward ever so slowly. Finally, when I didn't think I could stand it a moment longer, he ran his tongue over my soft, swollen lips. My loud moan filled the otherwise quiet room.
"God, you're even sweeter than I imagined," Grey said, his voice gravelly.
He spread my pussy with his fingertips, groaning at the sight before he flicked his soft tongue over my clit and sucked it between his lips. I gripped the couch for dear life as he stoked the fire inside me until I was sure I was going to set us both ablaze. He pushed one and then two fingers inside me and I came apart, crying out as my walls pulsed around him.
He crawled up over me, pressing his mouth against mine and parting my lips with his tongue. Tasting myself on his lips, I was immediately turned on again, as if I hadn't just had the most amazing orgasm.
He pulled back and stood up, still wearing his pants.
"I need to be inside you, Claudia," he whispered, watching me as he unbuttoned his pants, which hung low on his trim hips. "Take off your dress."
His body was exquisite, as if he'd been Photoshopped with his perfectly chiseled pecks, well-defined abs, and golden tan skin. My gaze drifted lower to the obvious strain in his jeans and my mouth watered.
I stood and obeyed his command, slipping my dress up over my head and adding it to my pile o
n the floor. I reached behind my back to unhook my bra and removed the last stitch of clothing I had on.
"Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful," Grey said, running his gaze over my body as he slid the zipper of his pants down.
I watched his hands, biting my lip in anticipation. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his boxer briefs and slid them off with his pants, his torso blocking my view until he stood back up. I moaned, seeing all of him for the first time. He was fucking perfection, and his cock may have been the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs as we stood there staring at each other. I couldn't take it anymore. Walking forward, I reached for his huge cock but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me just before I could touch him.
I looked up at him, confused. He put his other hand on my shoulder and guided me down to my knees. My mouth watered with his swollen head mere inches away. Licking my lips, I moved forward and then stopped, glancing up at Grey for approval. Jesus, that was a whole new experience. Before then, I was always in control, in and out of bed, but with him, letting him drive was just so fucking hot.
He wrapped his hand around his thick base, pushing his hips forward just enough to brush it over my lips. My tongue shot out instinctually. He moaned as I swirled it around his tip before I sucked it into my mouth.
I can't honestly say I'd ever enjoyed giving head; I was good at it, but it wasn't really my thing until I tried it with Grey. The view of his perfectly sculpted abs, the delicious V cut into the sides of his pelvis like a map to the silky hard cock I was slowly taking further into my mouth. He bit down on his luscious bottom lip. It was the most erotic scene I'd ever laid eyes on. Grey tossed his head back and groaned as my lips moved further down his shaft while I flicked my tongue skillfully over the underside.
"Fuck," Grey moaned as I moved my mouth back and forth over his cock. "Oh fuck, stop!" he said, pulling away. "That felt way too fucking good."
He pulled me up and crushed his lips against mine. He traced my lips with his tongue, first the top and then the bottom, requesting entry. I happily obliged, sliding my tongue against his while his hands stroked my back. He gripped my ass and hoisted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
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