The Price_Greyson and Sasha's Story

by Ruby Rowe

  Surely, she didn’t take it in the bathroom with her. She doesn’t have the nerve to use it by herself.

  I hurry to our bedroom and search her nightstand drawers, and I find it in the bottom one. I knew it, but damn, did she put it there so we could get to it quickly?

  I grab my hair. I can’t take this. It’s torture. I haven’t had sex in forever, and I’m dying to have it with her. Sitting down on the bed, I consider how long we should wait. We have two fucking weeks before she even goes back to the therapist.

  I also keep thinking about how she’s been on birth control pills long enough for us to forego condoms. She went to the gynecologist right after she came home from the hospital, and every damn morning when I see her take that pill, I think about what it means.

  I’ve never had sex without a condom, so it’s just another experience I’m ready to share with her. Groaning again, I fall back on my bed.

  Between work, dinner, entertaining Liam, and Sasha’s counseling, I’m beat. And let’s not forget the exhausting challenge of resisting her. I close my eyes, hoping I can stop thinking about sex.

  ***

  “Sweetie, wake up,” Sasha says. I open my eyes and try to focus. The overhead light is off, and there’s only a dim glow coming from the lamp on her nightstand.

  “Have I been asleep long?” I ask huskily.

  “No. I just got out of the shower.” Taking my gaze off the ceiling, I look to my left, and Sasha’s sitting next to me in only a pink towel. Shit. “I turned off the television and lights. I figured you weren’t going back out there tonight.”

  “No, I’m tired.”

  “I wouldn’t have woken you up, but I figured you’d want to turn the other way in bed and maybe have less clothes on.” She giggles, and I could never grow tired of it.

  I touch her smooth arm, and I can smell her sugary scent from here. “I’m relieved you’re in a good mood after going to therapy today.”

  “A good mood is not the only mood I’m in.” Getting off the bed, Sasha backs away and drops her towel, giving me plenty of room to drink in her nakedness.

  She gnaws on her bottom lip, and with her head slightly lowered, too, she couldn’t look more appealing.

  I scrub my face. “No, woman. This house–our home is not supposed to be some torture chamber of seduction.”

  She giggles, and I growl. “Your damn giggle isn’t helping. It’s the cutest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.”

  “Aww, really?” She stalks toward me.

  “Don’t even think about it.”

  “Think about what?”

  “You know what, chick. You’re asking for trouble.”

  “Damn straight, I’m asking.”

  Giggle.

  Giggle.

  Fucking damn giggle.

  Fuck my restraint, too. Reaching out, I grab her arm and yank her to me. She falls on my chest, but I’m careful not to let her wound make contact.

  I flip her over and lie on top of her, and her eyes grow round as she stares up at me. My dick hardens in a flash, and sleeping is the last thing I want to do now.

  “Feel that?” I press my cock against her pelvis as I work to get between her legs. She nods. “Want it? Because I’m pretty done with not giving it to you.”

  I feel her chest rise against me before she nods. “That’s hot.”

  “Good to hear since I’m taking my clothes off and fucking you right here.”

  Sasha

  Greyson’s gaze bores into mine as he begins to undress, and this is really happening; we’re finally having sex. He removes his shirt, and my eyes roam over his bare chest. The two planes are raised and hard, like two peaks before the valley of rippled abs cascading below them.

  He drops his black dress pants, along with his boxers, and my eyes fall right to his cock. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, but it seems stiffer and longer than ever this time. He want’s this. He’s ready, and so am I.

  Once he’s completely nude, he grasps my ankles and brings me to the edge of the bed. As soon as he drops to his knees, I struggle to breathe.

  “I’m making sure you’re soaked first to ensure I slide right in.”

  “No worries ther–ahhh!” His mouth is on me, his tongue licking to get to my clit. I arch, and he tightens his hold on my ankles.

  His tongue is unrelenting, the stubble on his face scraping along my sensitive skin, and the pleasure I feel is overwhelming.

  Stretching his arm up, he skims his fingers over my breast before he twirls the tip of my nipple and pinches it. My body bucks, and he groans, only burying his face farther against me.

  “God, Greyson. Please, make me come so you can be inside me. Please, already.”

  After pinching my nipple again, he skirts his fingers over my stomach, causing it to flinch. He slides them inside my pussy next, and I watch how he closes his eyes and clenches them shut as if he’s in pain.

  It’s what he accused me of doing, and I think he understands now. The torturous wait has to be over for the both of us.

  Pumping his fingers in and out of me, he licks my clit in a circular motion, causing the pleasure to build. Once I’m close to coming, he eases up a hair, and my pussy pulses within the intense ache.

  He returns the pressure, his tongue a douse of gasoline, and the amazing sensations ricochet throughout my body.

  Starting from my pussy, the pleasure spreads from my curling toes to my dizzy head, and I splinter apart, mesmerized by the kaleidoscope of colors before me.

  The mattress sinks in, and I feel Greyson move over me. Slipping a hand beneath my back, he pulls upward, bringing my body with him so I’m no longer at the edge of the bed.

  He cages me in, and as the fireworks display fades, I open my eyes. We stare at each other, and I see the desire and nervousness that’s consuming his bluish-green eyes.

  “Don’t look away, Sasha. I have to see that you want this.”

  “I do want it, so give it to me fast and hard.”

  He shakes his head and grins. “I won’t make it thirty seconds if I do that.”

  “I don’t mind since it’s not going to be the last time we do it.” His body trembles like this is his very first time. His arms shake, too, as they hold him up, and it’s not like the man’s weak.

  He has the strength of a gladiator, so to ease his nerves and reassure him, I reach down between us and touch his cock, attempting to guide it in. Unable to resist, he takes over, and slides right into me.

  The fullness of him makes me gasp, and as I adjust to feeling his girth inside me, he clenches his eyes shut. “Fucking hell!”

  “Open your eyes, Greyson. I have to see that you want this, too.”

  “Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” he utters through gritted teeth before he penetrates me with an intense gaze of euphoria.

  Pulling back, he thrusts into me and growls, expelling another string of cuss words under his breath as he loses all restraint.

  He drives into me at a fast rhythm, and the way his cock rubs against my pussy urges me to tilt my pelvis upward. I need more of the ecstasy–more of him deep inside me.

  This is a high like no other, and my mind and body are chasing the pleasure, the ecstasy rising until I’m at the cusp. Knowing we’re both close, he reaches between us and rubs my clit.

  After five seconds of the delightful pressure he applies, my muscles clamp down on his cock, and I unravel again. He slams into me two more times before he stills and orgasms.

  Finally…

  Finally, I gave myself to someone from a place of love and desire. I don’t believe Greyson took anything from me; on the contrary, he gave me something no man ever has; all the assurance I needed to know I could trust him with my mind, body and soul.

  Lowering himself onto me, he peppers my face with kisses and slides his hands into my hair. He plays with it as he gives me a slow, loving kiss.

  Moving his mouth to my ear, he says, “For the record, there’s not a better
feeling in the world than loving you.”

  Wrapping my arms around his body, I pull him closer, not worrying about the sting from my injury. I don’t feel like I can get close enough to him. I’m already hooked.

  Greyson

  Reluctantly, I roll off Sasha and lie on my back. I can’t handle the emotions I’m feeling. It’s as if I gave her my virginity.

  Never have I been that nervous having sex with someone, and it wasn’t only because I was worrying about her handling it emotionally.

  Fuck, I love her. I knew it before, but this is too much. The fear of ever losing her steals my breath.

  “Hey, you,” she says as she rests on her side and pokes my chest. I didn’t feel her move against me. Furrowing my brow, I shove a hand in her hair.

  “You’ve ruined me, Ladybug. Please don’t ever leave me.”

  “How could I? For the first time, my addiction makes sense. You’re the high I’ve been chasing all my life.”

  Rolling back onto her warm body, I kiss her until my dick’s growing hard again and we both have to come up for air. Her skin, which was beginning to return to its normal color, flushes, and she look down.

  “I want to feel you inside me again.”

  “That’s not a problem. I’m officially at your service morning, noon and night and any minute between.”

  She hits me with a breathtaking grin, and I’m so fucked with her. I move down her body, reveling at every perfect part of it.

  I lave her nipple with my tongue, and graze my fingers along her waist, feeling it flinch beneath my touch.

  Even her pink gunshot wound is perfect because it reminds me of her selflessness. She deserves the best of everything, and I’ll be the one to give it to her.

  Her breathy whimpers echo around me, and I give in to her again, plunging my cock deep inside and loving her a little bit harder.

  ***

  Hearing the shower running, I turn over toward Sasha’s side of the bed and open my eyes. How the hell did she wake up before me again?

  Sex with her knocked me out, and I’ve never rested so good. Stretching, I smile and climb out of bed.

  My morning wood is at attention, but not wanting Sasha to know I’m up yet, I walk to the hall bathroom and take a leak.

  After rummaging through a drawer, I find a new toothbrush and toothpaste and brush my teeth.

  I stroll back to the master bedroom and into the bathroom where Sasha is showering and singing some pop song.

  The glass door does nothing to hide her nakedness, and as much as I want to keep looking at the backside of her curvy body, I have a stronger desire to touch it.

  Watching the suds slither down her skin, I try to be quiet as I open the door, but she hears me and spins around. She stops singing mid-sentence and smiles bashfully.

  “Good morning,” she says.

  “Good morning. Could you not sleep?”

  “Oh, I slept well, and I guess that’s why I woke up with energy this morning.”

  Pulling her into my arms, I turn us so that I’m mainly under the water spraying overhead. I’m surprised by the temperature of it as I close my eyes and let it rain over me.

  “Shit, this water’s hot.”

  “Yeah, I hate cold showers.”

  When I open my eyes again, Sasha’s staring at me with a frown, and damn she’s still enticing, frown and all.

  A couple of water droplets are balancing right at the tip of her long black lashes. Stepping forward a little, I cradle her face and kiss her, but she pulls away.

  “No fair. You taste like mint, and I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

  “I don’t care. Come here, beautiful, so I can kiss that frown off your face.” I cup her warm cheeks again and kiss her as if it’s my only purpose for getting out of bed. Whimpering into my mouth, she shoves her body forward, so I pick her up.

  She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation, like she’s been fantasizing about it for ages, and if she’s been thinking about it for as long as I have, then it’s been a long damn time.

  I push her against the wall, lowering her enough in the process to thrust into her tight pussy.

  She slings her head back against the white marble, but if it hurts, I can’t tell since her moans sound like they’re more from pleasure. Digging her nails into my shoulders, she bounces on me as I drive into her repeatedly.

  “Yes, more,” she murmurs breathlessly before she fists the back of my short hair. The shower billows with steam, our choppy breaths only adding to it.

  My girl was definitely ready for sex. Like last night, she doesn’t seem a bit unsure, only signaling me with her body and sensual sounds to make her feel even better.

  She starts squeezing my cock as she unravels, and shit, I can’t hold out any longer, either. Lowering my head, I press her harder against the wall and come as her moans echo around us.

  The water is beginning to cool, so I reach over and turn the knob for it to become warmer.

  While I help ease her body to the floor, I hear the squeaking sounds from her back as it skirts down the wall. She trembles, so I pull her against me.

  “Are you OK?”

  Nodding, she says, “Yeah. I just noticed I’m freezing.” Even being out from underneath the water, I don’t know how she’s cold. I’m burning up after our sex. Taking hold of her shoulders, I move her to stand beneath the hot water.

  “You can warm up while I step out and dry off.” As I turn to open the glass door, she grabs my wrist.

  “Thank you, Greyson, for being so thoughtful.”

  I look back and give her a quizzical look. “If invading your shower to fuck you against the marble wall is being thoughtful, then you’re welcome.” I can’t help but laugh, and she smirks.

  “I meant for helping me get warmer.”

  Still giving her the same puzzled look, I smile. “It wasn’t much, but you’re welcome, and you don’t have to rush. We’re not going to work today.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Sasha

  I sling the shower door back open after Greyson says we aren’t going to work today. I had to have heard him wrong.

  “Did you say we’re not going to the office?”

  “Yep,” he replies while drying his body. I shut off the water and stare at him, so he hands me a towel.

  “You don’t miss work, and I shouldn’t, either.”

  “Everyone needs mental health days, so we’re taking one. I only started having sex with you roughly nine hours ago, so no way have I had my fill, and no way in hell could I concentrate on work today.”

  “Are you sure you want me to miss?”

  “As your boss, I’m telling you to take the day off.”

  “Telling, huh?” I smile as I wrap the towel around my chest.

  “Will you please spend the day with me?” He gives me one of his panty-melting grins to stay on my good side, and it’s working.

  “Sure. I think Andrew would prefer it, seeing how I showed him up this week with my mad marketing skills.” I snicker, but it’s mainly because I said something I normally wouldn’t. I’m not sure where it came from, either.

  Greyson’s eyes widen. “There’s my confident woman. Good, then get ready and pack a bag. We’re going to the cabin for the weekend. It’s time to christen the place.”

  “You want to have sex with me in your sacred cabin?”

  “Of course.”

  “That means a lot.”

  “If it means as much as me invading your shower to fuck you against the wall, then you’re welcome.” He cackles, and I charge right at him.

  I open my towel before I reach him and wrap us both inside it. Feeling his warm body against mine makes me sigh, and I lay my head on his chest.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, and I’m going to show you how much over the next three days.” I could swear he’s getting hard against me as he brings me in closer.

  “Oh, but Terrence… He was taking me to get a manicure afte
r work and to get my highlights touched up, too.”

  Greyson rolls his eyes. “Terrence can do that shit with one of his five sisters. That’s probably why he knows so much about that girly stuff. Besides, you’re gorgeous just the way you are.”

  “I thought you were happy with the changes I’ve made. Like the lingerie, for instance.”

  “Oh, you can keep buying that. I’ll even open up a line of credit at the stores of your choosing for the sole purpose of seeing you in more satin and lace.”

  I giggle. “They make that stuff in leather, too, you know.” He gets a hold of my bottom lip and pulls it between his teeth.

  “You’re gonna get me hard again talking about it, and we have somewhere to be, so pack any of those sexy items you haven’t taunted me with yet, and tell Terrence you’ll have to take a raincheck.”

  ***

  “I love it here, and I especially love listening to your records outside,” I say as I sit on Greyson’s lap on the deck of his cabin. “I feel so lucky that you share this place with me.”

  He presses his lips against my head. “I feel lucky that I found someone I want to share it with.”

  “Look at those vibrant pine trees. I love how they mask the jagged rocks on the mountainside. It’s as if they’re an army of giant green toy soldiers saying we dare you to pass. They’re dense, lofty and intimidating … but wow, the view is majestic.”

  “You’re turning me on with your poetic appreciation of my mountains.”

  “Your mountains?”

  “Yep. I bought the view, so I’m claiming them, especially since you love 'em so much.”

  “No, it wouldn’t be right to lay claim to something so miraculous. It’s a shame the cabin’s far from the city. It’d be amazing to live here, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t appreciate it so much if I could look at this view every day.

  “Awww,” I say once I hear “Dreams” begin to play from the Fleetwood Mac album Greyson put on before we sat down.

  “What’s special about this tune?” he asks as he absentmindedly skims his fingers along my leg.