“They were the first thing I noticed about you, baby. Your come fuck me shoes and then your long sexy legs and then, well, then that arsehole pawing you.” He grabbed Eve's rich brown locks that cascaded down her shoulders. “I really would like to know what the fuck a nice girl like you was doing in a cattle market like that.” He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her mouth back to his, angry almost. “But talk can wait,” he told her before closing his mouth over hers and pulling her arms free of the dress.
Her dress pooled around her feet leaving her standing in just a thong and her shoes.
“Do you normally go out in so few clothes?” He cast aside his jacket, shoes, tie and shirt but as he reached for his belt her hands covered his.
“You don't like how I dress?” She dropped a hand past his waist and found a large erection straining against his trousers.
“I think the contents of your hand tell you that I like how you dress very much,” he told her before he pulled her head back, allowing him complete access to her neck where he kissed, licked and nibbled across her jaw, neck and shoulders until she was breathless.
Gray lay her down against the cold throw that covered the bottom half of the bed and knelt over her. He smiled as he surveyed her then grazed her skin with the nail of his index finger, covering the same areas his mouth had previously travelled before tracing a path lower, across her chest and then her breasts, first one and then the other. His nail scratched across the top of her breast, then around the side until he was cupping the full, underside of it. A circular movement followed, moving back up in ever decreasing circles until he reached the tight, blushed pink areola that puckered further at his touch. She arched her back off the bed, pushing herself into his touch, desperately trying to force him to find her swollen, aching, hard nipple screaming for more.
“Oh baby, one night may not be enough for you. I could do this all night, Evie, tormenting you until you are screaming and crying for more,” he said seriously as if it was some kind of threat he was holding over her.
Eve wondered if that was his plan, to make her so desperate for him that she would sell her possessions or her soul to the devil to pay for his services that were, by his own admission, expensive.
A small, low whine left her lips which appeared to please Gray as her reward was delivered in the form of a gentle flick followed by a very firm squeeze of her nipple that caused an erotic and exciting ripple to course from her breasts, warming her everywhere until it gathered in her core. She squeezed her thighs together hoping to trigger some relief.
“Not yet, Evie,” he chastised before forcing her knees apart with one of his own, preventing her thighs meeting. “Now, where was I?” He returned his attention to her nipple that he squeezed again, not stopping until she was arching off the bed wondering whether this was pleasure or pain she was feeling, maybe it was both.
“Gray,” she mewled as he repeated his movements on her other breast before resting back to view his handy work.
“Very nice, Eve,” he mused as he lowered his mouth to her ribs. He bit gently across and down them until he reached her naval where he dipped his tongue and swirled it making her cry out as the sensation was arousing her clitoris as if his tongue was moving around it. “You are so responsive, so sensual.”
He rested both of his hands on her pelvis and began to make circular motions. Gentle, slow movements at first and then firmer ones, moving inwards towards the tiny strip of dark hair that barely covered her sex. As first, one thumb, then the other began to stroke her hair and the skin and tissue beneath it in firm, circular movements, Eve could feel she was going to come and he hadn't even touched her genitals, not since the dining room. How was that even possible?
“Gray, I'm going to come,” she told him nervously.
“Do it, baby. Come for me, Evie,” he told her as he pressed his knee against her sex.
Eve pushed down and was rubbing herself against Gray's leg while his thumbs continued their movements until she was crying out and calling his name loudly. Slumping back into the bed Gray leaned in and found Eve's mouth once more and kissed her passionately, his chest pressed firmly against hers, nothing between them. She felt almost overwhelmed by how turned on she was and how easily he had done this to her.
Gray rolled onto his side and looked down at Eve smiling.
“What?” she asked suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“Nothing, just that you are very, very beautiful, especially when you are calling my name as you come,” he said seriously.
Eve laughed as she covered her face with her own arm to avoid Gray's gaze and to hide her embarrassment at being there, with him, with anyone.
“Even your embarrassed little giggle and hiding is sexy.” He pulled her arm from her face. “I still can't believe you were here on a singles thing. Women like you aren't meant to be single; you're meant to be attached, married, taken care of, loved and cherished,” he told her, causing her to question what she was doing with him, a gigolo, although he probably preferred the term escort.
He had been right that he was very good because she knew what he was saying had to be patter, yet she was getting drawn in and was desperate to believe his words were sincere.
Her thoughts wondered to Max, making her consider bolting naked from a strange man's hotel room, yet she knew she wanted to stay here with him.
“Hey.” He brushed the hair off her face. “You okay? Have I upset you with my sentimental clap trap about a girl like you?”
“No…maybe a little,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Well, I forgot something about you,” he told her mysteriously.
“You did?” she asked curiously.
“You're not single, you're my wife, remember? I'm sure we could track that slimy git down who manhandled you, he'd confirm that you're my wife.” He laughed, arching a brow.
“I'd almost forgotten that.” She sat up and smiled.
Chapter 2
Gazing up into Gray’s eyes took Eve’s breath away momentarily. The intensity of his stare and the glittering blueness caused her to shiver, nervousness and apprehension coursing through her suddenly, forcing her to remove herself from his scrutiny.
“Where are you going?” asked Gray watching Eve sit up to adjust her position.
“I am going to fulfil my wifely duties, for one night only,” she told him as she reached for his waistband, undoing his trousers and with some co-operation in his movements she freed him from them and his jersey boxers to reveal a very impressive erection, long, not excessively, but as long as she had ever known, thick too.
She gripped the base of it firmly and slowly pumped it several times until a droplet of clear, sticky fluid escaped from its small opening. Using one hand to stroke him and the other to cup and massage his balls Eve looked up and smiled at the image of Gray lying back with his head thrown up, eyes gazing towards the heavens, waiting, anticipating what she would do next. Tracing a nail from his balls towards his behind, across the small, sensitive area of skin she felt him shudder, making her smile from satisfaction and something else she was struggling to identify.
“Oh, Evie,” he said through gritted teeth as she employed her tongue too.
She licked his length from the base to the tip and back again before licking across his heavy balls making him hiss now. Smiling to herself she licked back up his length and back down again before nibbling her way back up where she circled the tip with her tongue before licking across it, spreading his own pre-cum.
“Fuck, baby, you are a tease. Suck me, Evie, please,” he said with genuine desperation in his voice.
Allowing a small smug smile to cross her lips, Eve took the tip of Gray's erection into her mouth and began to gently suck on the first inch, then the second before pulling back to circle the tip.
“Eve, you're killing me here and if you keep tormenting me I’m going to bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you hard,” he told her as if the idea of being fucked hard over the end of the
bed would in any way be some kind of punishment to her, but she was pleased that she was driving him crazy with desire.
She returned her attention to his arousal and inched back down his length until he was fully encased in her mouth where she set about driving him to the brink of pleasure with long, hard sucks along his length while stroking his balls, clawing gently against his perineum with a nail and using the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to grip tightly around the base of his penis, moving it in time with her mouth.
Unsure how long she'd been doing this she felt Gray's hands pulling her hair tightly as he seemed to be warning her, “I'm going to come, baby.”
Eve lifted her eyes to watch him come undone; breathing heavily, his face contorting in tortured bliss as she set about ensuring that he did precisely as he had threatened. His hands fisted painfully in her hair as the first spurts of hot salty liquid splashed at the back of her throat almost causing her to gag. Eve pulled back just enough to ensure that the remainder of Gray's load landed across her tongue, the roof of her mouth and gums as he continued to pump into her, leaving her in no doubt that he was actually fucking her face as much as she was fucking him with her mouth.
When he eventually stilled, he was breathing hard and loud as he reached down towards her and pulled her up to lie alongside him. “God, that was something else, Eve.” He stroked the hair back off her face and wrapped his arms and legs around her.
“Well, assuming that was a compliment, thank you.” She grinned up at him.
“It was most definitely a compliment and you are very, very welcome,” he told her. “I really cannot wait to fuck you,” he added, making her frown slightly.
“But, you've, I mean will you—” she said incoherently, making him laugh.
“I think what you meant to say was, will you be able to get it hard again? to which I would reply, yes, especially after I've made you come again, but this time on my tongue.”
“Oh,” she said quietly.
“I'm hoping for a bit more enthusiasm when you do come, Eve. And don't sound so surprised that I can go more than once a night,” he told her. “I may not be nineteen anymore, but I'm not past it yet.” He laughed.
“Sorry.”
“I'll forgive you. Now…” He uncurled from around her body and slid down the bed until he was kneeling on the floor. With Eve pulled down the mattress, he balanced a leg on each of his shoulders. “There isn't one part of you that isn't gorgeous,” he said as he slid a finger through her moist arousal and then inserted first one and then a second finger into her molten core. “You are so fucking wet, baby,” he told her as he gently moved his fingers in and out of her until she began to moan.
Pulling his fingers from her he used them to pull her lips apart while lowering his face towards her, making her whole body tense in anticipation. His warm breath caused her to moan before he finally touched her with his tongue, one long, gentle stroke along her whole length, from her perineum, to her wet, aching sex that was begging for his attention as his tongue curled and pierced her briefly before moving on and finding her clitoris standing proud and in need. His tongue gently flicked across the nub of nerve endings and soon she was writhing and moaning as the electricity was beginning to build and course through her.
“Please, Gray,” she moaned.
“Tell me what you want, Evie? What do you need, baby?”
“I need to come, make me come, please, with your tongue, Gray,” she cried between moans.
Returning his tongue to her soaking core he lapped against it before inserting his tongue again and with a gentle thrusting he was making love to her with his tongue while he employed a thumb to stroke her clitoris in circular movements until she was panting heavily as her climax gambolled towards her.
Sensing she was close, Gray withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a finger, or thumb, maybe both, while his tongue flicked across her clit until she was calling him again hoarsely as her body pulled tightly against his digits that were still moving inside her.
She felt and heard him remove his fingers and although she thought she would normally have been embarrassed by the noises her body was making due to how wet she was, she didn't feel anything other than satisfied and happy. Lapping against her for the final time and then sucking her from his fingers he grinned at her before joining her on the bed again.
“So, in case there was any doubt about my ability to get hard for you again…” He placed her hand over his penis that was most definitely hard again. “How do you want to do this, Eve? Any preferences?” He leaned across her upper body to kiss her gently, sharing her own taste with her from his mouth.
“I quite like your earlier suggestion of bending me over the end of the bed and fucking me hard,” she said seriously.
“And I would hate to disappoint you.” He got up and pulled her to her feet, leading her to the bottom of the bed. “Put your fuck me shoes back on, we may need the height,” he told her darkly.
She slipped them on and fastened them with trembling hands before returning to the foot of the bed where the raised, carved, wooden bed frame with its scroll design waited for her to be bent over it.
“Spread your legs, baby,” whispered Gray as he pulled her back against him.
She followed his instructions immediately and was suddenly thrust forward, bent over the foot end of the huge, king size bed.
“You look seriously fucking hot like this, Eve,” he told her as she heard foil tearing, signalling the condom going on.
Eve took a deep breath and let out a small sigh as Gray stood between her spread thighs. Using one hand he found her sex, hotter and wetter than she ever remembered it being and with the other hand he guided his erection to her until it was nudging against her opening. Slowly and gently he began to inch into her.
“You are very tight, baby,” he told her.
She was unsure if she was or whether it was some kind of line, but he did seem to be a very tight fit for her. As she remembered him in her mouth and the slight ache she still felt there she wondered whether it was the width rather than the length that was struggling to find room.
“Open your legs some more, I want you to feel all of me inside you,” he told her as he rocked against her now widened stance. “Oh yes, that's better.”
His rocking changed to more of a thrust once he was happy that she had accommodated all of him and she realised he had been right about needing her shoes on. The pace he set was steady initially, but as he continued it increased along with his breathing.
“I need you to come again, Eve,” he told her. “Make yourself come for me while I fuck you, baby. Let me feel how tight you can squeeze me,” he said making her realise that his talking alone may be enough to ensure that.
She had both hands flat on the mattress gripping the throw tightly with curled fingers so uncurling one hand she found her clitoris and immediately began to circle it.
“I love how tight you are, how you twitch and grip me while I fuck you and I can feel how much you like it,” he told her. “Come on, Evie, now,” he cried.
She was close, she could feel that it wouldn't take too much more, but nothing prepared her for what would actually trigger her climax; she felt it and heard it at the same time, but it wasn't until she was falling apart beneath Gray, as he held her up, against him, as he pounded into her for several seconds more until he grunted, froze and called her name through gritted teeth as he came that her brain registered what 'it' was. He had spanked her, twice, maybe three times, and she had come with it, had enjoyed it, the action and the heat that remained in her behind.
Standing upright he removed himself from her and disposed of the condom before wrapping her in his arms. He deposited her on the bed where he removed her shoes then covered her beneath the crisp sheets where he joined her and cocooned her in his embrace where they both quickly and comfortably fell asleep together.
Eve came to and it took several seconds for her to realise that Gray was not fictitious, not a charac
ter in her own erotic dream. He was very real, lying next to her and snoring gently. Watching the rise and fall of his broad chest with a light covering of dark hair she smiled and wondered whether she could touch him, wake him, to pick up where they'd left off last night. Would she even be capable with the ache of new bruises throbbing between her legs?
Gray licked across his lips as he slept, making Eve remember what he'd done with that tongue and how well he'd done it which also reminded her how he had honed those skills and had been gracious enough to give her a freebie last night. That thought brought her to her senses with a start; she carefully got up and having found her dress threw it on quickly before searching, unsuccessfully for her underwear, but she did find her come fuck me shoes and decided that the thong was a reasonable price to pay for the night she'd had. Grabbing her bag, she took one last look down at Gray and smiled before letting herself out of the hotel room, still carrying her shoes.
Standing in the lift she recalled her last journey in it, with Gray. She shook her head at her own reflection in the mirrored wall, slipped her shoes on and hoped to fasten the ankle straps before she arrived at reception. As dressed as she could be, the lift arrived on the ground floor revealing a near deserted reception area with a night porter viewing her suspiciously, and why wouldn't he? She looked like a lady of the night making a run for it at half past four in the morning.
“Miss,” he said with a frown.
She really did want to get out before Gray woke and realised she'd bolted, but she felt bad at not saying goodbye at least.
“Excuse me,” she said approaching the middle aged, portly man behind the desk.
“Yes, Miss.” He smiled now.
“Could I leave a message for Mr Sharp, my erm, my husband,” she said, wondering why she felt so obliged to explain herself.
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