by Tiffany Jade
Sneaking through a few twists and turns, I smile as my platform comes into sight. I go to make a right turn to put me in the right direction when a strong arm wraps around my waist and a hand comes over my mouth. I'm yanked into a dark corner.
"I told you not to let me catch you," his deep voice whispers into my ear, instantly sending chills through my body. And a burn into my stomach. He pulls me deeper into the hidden corner and takes his hand away from my mouth. Turning me around, he pushes me up against a hard wall. His hands land on either side of my head, effectively caging me in.
His tongue makes a tsking sound as he hovers above me. "Well now that I've caught you, what do I do with you Queen?" he asks, dipping his head low so he can see me in the darkness.
I look up at him, I'm sure with only one thing showing in my eyes. And sure enough, as if he can read them, without another word, I'm up in his arms as his lips smash against mine with a barely bridled passion.
His mouth moves over mine in a tempo so desperate that I'm instantly feeling the climb. With one hand supporting my ass and the cement wall at my back he runs his other hand underneath my tank top, fighting with my laser tag vest in his search for more skin to touch. My hands run under his black tee just as needy for the connection. His abs ripple under my touch as my fingers run along them.
"God damn it," Grayson mutters out as he tries to run his hand higher under my shirt but is stopped short by the straps of my vest. I can't stop the giggle from bursting out of me. His eyes meet mine and we both start laughing.
What a sight we probably are.
"Well lesson learned, don't take super-hot girlfriend to a place where she has to wear restrictive clothing." He grins down at me as he removes his hand from my shirt and cups my face. He backs up a little bit so I can stand.
Wait what did he just...
"Girlfriend?" I ask, adjusting my clothes around and not meeting his eyes. Confident that the word just slipped out, heat of the moment type. He turns my face up to meet his.
"Queen, I told you you were mine the day after I came back." A slightly worried look crosses his face. Wanting to shut that worry down quickly I get on my tippy toes to plant a kiss on him.
"I didn't know you meant I got the title," I watch his mouth turn up in a smile and kiss each corner. "Does that mean I get to like change my relationship status and everything?" I wrap my arms around his neck as he starts laughing.
"Feel free," he wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes. His lips meet mine again, this time gentle, but I still feel the heat spread across my abdomen. And apparently he feels something too because he lingers, his hands tangling in my completely destroyed bun.
"We should go back to my place," he says against my lips. "I'll make you dinner," he whispers and begins lightly kissing around my face. "You can be dessert?" he bites my neck as he says dessert and I can feel the smirk as I gasp.
"Sounds great," I mumble as his mouth works magic.
"Cool," he says against my skin. "Just one more thing," before I can ask what, he's backing up and out of my arms, with his gun raised and pointing at my chest.
He fires twice.
"Right through the heart. I win."
Chapter 16
"Stop pouting, Queen." Even with my eyes on the road I can see her glare at me.
"I'm not pouting," she pouts. Coming to a red light I turn to her but she turns to look out her window.
"Oh, so she's a sore loser." I chuckle as she crosses her arms. I can see the corner of her mouth quirk up in the windows reflection. Ah she's just messing with me. Two can play that game.
"Do you want me to turn around and try to catch D and Jenna's Uber?" I ask, reaching across the middle console, I place my hand just above her knee. She quickly tries to mask her intake of breath, but I catch it. "You can go eat and see a movie with them, instead of coming home with me." I slide my hand up her thigh a bit and squeeze.
"The light is green," ignoring my comments she faces forward and points to the road.
"I couldn't care less about what color the light is right now Liviana." I run my hand further up her thigh as she finally turns to look at me. Horns start honking behind us as I refuse to move. I can feel her body begin to heat up through the thin fabric of her leggings. Keeping my eyes locked on hers I begin running my hand lightly from her knee and back up. Each trip up letting my hand get closer and closer to where I really need another part of me to be. Judging by her quickened breathing and, probably involuntary, slight opening of her legs, she needs me to be there too.
"What's it going to be Queen?" I ask, lowering my voice to a whisper, running my fingers lightly across her, smiling as her eyelashes flutter.
She grabs my hand and interlaces her fingers with mine, fire in her eyes. "Take me home Grayson." My smile falls at her needy tone, squeezing her hand and checking to make sure the light is still green I speed forward.
I'm sure that if I could tear my eyes away from watching the way his jaw is clenching right now, I'd be terrified by how he was driving. But the tick of that beautiful line and the movement of his tattoos across his neck have me hypnotized.
His hand is squeezing mine, assuring me that even though I felt a little silly being as affected as I was by a simple touch, he was just as affected too.
His hand leaves mine as he throws the truck into park and before I can register enough to make a move he has slammed his door and mine is opening. His large body stretches across me as he undoes my seatbelt and pulls me into his arms, effectively lifting me from the truck.
"I can walk," I tell him. He doesn't set me on the ground, just knocks my door shut with his hip and begins to head for our apartment building.
"I'm faster," he grins down at me.
"In a hurry?" I wrap my arms around his neck and place my lips right below his ear. Feeling his pulse quicken, I smile. He clears his throat.
"You have no fucking idea." He yanks open the door to the lobby of the building. My cheeks feel like they are turning bright red as I look around to see a bunch of our neighbors scattered around, some reading in the lounge chairs, others just taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi. I'm about to give Grayson a questioning look as I feel him lower me down a bit, but when I feel the hardness poking at my hip, I smirk.
"Grey sweatpants and you are probably not a good combination," he whispers with a chuckle. "I'm going to need you to help me out." I tuck myself into his chest, partially helping, partially hiding my face.
"Uh is everything okay sir?" the front desk concierge asks from across the room, I'm sure garnering the attention of anyone else who hadn't already been staring. I start to giggle into Gray's hoodie.
"Sprained ankle," he quickly replies. "Clumsy girl, I can't take her anywhere!" He walks to the elevator as he explains. I glance up and see the concierge begin to head around the counter.
"Oh no, do you need any help?" He asks, concern on his face.
"No!" He stops in his tracks as both Gray and I exclaim. "Please call down if I can be of any assistance." I rebury my face as Grayson nods his thanks and enters the elevator.
"Faster huh?" Gray sets me on my feet as the doors shut behind us.
"I have never seen the lobby that full before," he runs his hand down his face as he starts laughing.
Silence falls as he looks at down at me, the smile still on his face. One of his real smiles, the kind that melt my heart.
Without thinking I'm on my tippy toes and pressing my lips to his. And without hesitation his arms wrap around me and kiss me back. The ping of the elevator sounds but instead of letting me go he picks me up again. I wrap my legs around him and after a quick check down the hall and seeing it was empty, I begin to press kisses to his neck as he walks us to his door. He makes quick work of the lock and carries me in.
As soon as the door is shut his eyes darken. Without a word he flips around and pushes my back up against the wall. He catches my gasp of shock with his mouth and in an instant his tongue is dancing with mine. One of h
is hands tangles itself in my hair and gently pulls, causing the already burning need inside of me to grow even bigger. He tugs harder, pulling my head back and runs his tongue down my neck.
"Did you want me to cook for you babe?" he asks as he slides his hand down, tracing the curves of my body. He squeezes my ass as he nips at my collarbone. "Anything you want," he whispers as he slowly makes his way back to my lips. Words fail me as he bites my bottom lip. "Tell me Queen, what do you want?"
"You Grayson, I just want you," his hands tighten on me as the mumbled words leave my mouth. In seconds he has me in his room. Setting me on my feet, he takes a few steps back. Keeping his eyes on me, he begins to pull up his hoodie and t-shirt. My eyes instantly glance down to watch the ripples of his muscles as they move with him. The lines of the artwork covering his body make my eyes wander between each line of his abs before landing on the deep v-cuts at his hips. His pants have sunk down, his Calvin Klein's peeking through. He's built like a fucking God.
I know he's smirking as I stare, but I can't bring myself to care. He stands still as I look, like he's waiting for me to make the first move. I slowly reach down to lift the hem of my top, pulling it over my head. His gaze takes me in like I had just done with him, but now nervousness has gripped me. It has been years since I have done anything more than kiss someone. My confidence wavers as the minutes stretch. I look up at him, silently pleading with him to help me. Seeing my expression his head tips.
"Can I ask you something Queen?" He breaks the silence but stays at a distance. I nod my head in response. He takes a deep breath like he's unsure if he should or not.
"Why did you never sleep with Aaron?" His muscles across his shoulders flex, like he's bracing himself for either my answer or in case I get mad for him bringing it up. But figuring now is not the time to lie, now it's my turn to take a deep breath.
Unable to look him in the eyes I look down, "I never loved him."
I answer simply and prepare myself for him to run away at what my words implied.
I'm shocked when within seconds I feel his body up against mine and his hand on my chin, pulling my face up to his.
A million expressions run across his face before his mouth lands on mine, his kiss desperate yet demanding. His hand holds my jaw in place as he pushes me back until I can feel the bed behind me.
With a fluid movement he lifts me up and lays me down, quickly coming down with me, his hands land on either side of me and he stares down as his jaw starts ticking in his classic clench. I reach my hand up to cup his face.
"Stop thinking," I whisper. His smile comes back as I wiggle under him, not his sweet smile though, more along the lines of an 'I'm about to destroy you,' smile.
He watches me as he runs his thumb across my lips, done with waiting I nip at his thumb and suck it into my mouth, running my tongue around it like I've had plenty of dreams about doing to other parts of him. His intake of breath causes the knot in my stomach to tighten.
Taking his hand away he begins to explore my body, first with his fingers, lightly caressing wherever he can reach while kissing me until I'm out of breath. With a gentle nip of my lip he moves on and begins to move his kisses down my neck. He shoots me a wink as he notices the front clasp on my bra and makes quick work of flicking it open and pulling it off. Before I can feel self-conscious about my exposed skin the heat of his lips wrapping around my nipple sends shivers through me, and again as his hand squeezes my other breast.
The room fills with my soft moans as he lavishes attention at my chest, clearly not in any hurry. He lazily begins to run his tongue down my stomach, stopping at the belly button ring he had seemed to like before, instead of using his fingers like last time, this time he tugs with his teeth before he begins placing gentle kisses and nips along the line where the band of my leggings meets my stomach.
My hands land on his head and into his hair as he gets closer and closer to the center of my desire. His tongue dips below the band, quickly but it's enough to send another full body tingle through me. My grip on his hair tightens as a low chuckle escapes him.
"You good, my Queen?" his voice floats up to me. Opening my eyes I meet his as he hovers over my waist. His eyes are hooded and his hair a mess from my hands still being laced through it, his lips swollen from kissing my body.
"So good," I moan out as his fingers begin to tease me over the fabric of my pants.
"If you want to stop you need to tell me now Liv, cause if I keep going," he cups me and I'm sure he can feel the heat pouring out of me, "I don't think I'll be able to quit." He looks down to watch his finger run up and down me.
"Grayson?" He looks up at me as his name leaves my lips, "Fuck me. Please?" A look of shock hits his face at my words, probably expecting something softer coming from me but his shock is quickly replaced with a devilish grin.
In a flash my leggings are down my legs and the red lace of the thong I had worn for him is on full display.
"Fuck Liv, you're so fucking beautiful," he looks up at me, before I can respond he has the fabric pushed to the side and is running a finger through the wetness he has caused.
As soon as his finger leaves, it is replaced by the fire of his tongue. He moans against me as he tastes and the vibration sends my whole body jerking, his hands land on my hips and hold me down as his tongue rubs my clit and runs patterns around me until I can't even remember my own name.
My body starts to tighten as I get close to climaxing, but feeling the change he slows down his movements, pulling back a bit he blows across me lightly, confusing every nerve ending.
My breathing begins to slow as he slowly kisses the inside of my thighs, being sure to gently brush against my core as he switches sides.
Back and forth, gentle touches.
My breathing slows even more and before I can register why I can feel his smile against my skin, two of his fingers are inside of me and his tongue is back to its assault on my senses. Building me back up only takes seconds and my body starts tightening up again. But once again he's not ready to let me go. His fingers slowly slide in and out and he slowly moves himself up.
When he reaches his knees he removes his fingers and I watch, overstimulated and shaking as he slowly slides his sweats and Calvin's off. My eyes widen as he kneels in front of me.
Pure perfection of the male form.
He slowly moves over me, caging me in with his arms, but not touching me at all. A cool breeze blows over my skin. Every nerve in my body is set on hyper sensitive and all I want is to feel him, all of him.
Looking up at him I realize he's giving me one last chance to walk away, he's watching my face, not even glancing at my body. The pain from holding himself back is clear in the set of his jaw.
"Liviana?" His voice is barely a whisper as he checks in. I reach between us and wrap my hand around him. The size of him completely intimidating and exciting. He sucks in a huge breath as my hand begins to move up and down the length of him.
My other hand reaches out to his hips and tries to pull him to me. His head falls to the crook of my neck and his hand tangles into my hair.
"I'm on birth control," I whisper, "I want to feel you Grayson," a rumbly groan leaves him and before I can encourage him anymore he is at the entrance to my core. My hands grasp his shoulders as he slowly sinks into me, giving me time to adjust to the size of him.
"My God, Queen." Gray moans into my ear as I begin to wiggle underneath him, just the complete filling of him has me climbing right back up.
My hips gyrate of their own accord as he holds himself still above me. He pulls back slightly giving me room to rise myself up to meet him, as I move to slide him out of me he sucks in a breath and as I raise back up again his hand lands on my hip holding me down as he pumps in and out of me, slowly but deeply every time, hitting a bundle of nerves that makes me whimper in pleasure.
Within minutes my body is back to its hyper sensitive mess. His husky voice whispering in my ear things I can barely process. He stays at
a slow pace, placing kisses on my forehead, then my nose, completely controlling himself, as if trying to prove that this is not just a hook up to him. If my heart wasn't his before, it fully is now.
My legs begin to shake as he bites my neck, finding the spot he discovered one of the first times we kissed. He laughs a bit as he notices my legs. Raising an eyebrow at me he slams into me and bites down, taking my breath away.
My turn.
I shove against his chest, smiling as he lets me roll him to his back. He glances down and watches as I slide myself onto him, groaning as I seat myself fully. He twitches inside me as he grins. He grips my hips and begins to help me slide up and down—he watches until the feeling is too much and as his head rolls back on the pillow I take over completely and bounce up and down. Bending down I trace my tongue down his neck earning a groan that makes me clench around him.
That clench flips a switch. I'm back on my back in a second and he throws my legs onto his shoulders with a smirk, bending down to me to open me up completely, he kisses me deeply as he pounds in and out.
"Come with me baby," he says against my lips. His words release me and I'm instantly milking him with my own orgasm. I bite down on his shoulder to stop the scream from leaving me as I see stars.
Holy fuck.
His arms shake as he holds himself over me. Back to pressing gentle kisses all over my face as I come down from the best release of my life.
When I can open my eyes again I look up at him, a softness I have never seen on his face. He slides out of me, already partially hard again, I giggle as he pulls me into his arms.
"Shut up, it's not my fault I already need you again," he laughs, his eyes sparkling. He looks so happy, so beautiful.
I'm so tired.
My eyes flutter shut as I stare at him. He turns me and pulls me into his arms, laughing again as I wiggle my ass up against his hardness.