Mr. Gray (Full Throttle Series)

by Hazel Parker

  “No problem.”

  The man walked away, and I rolled the window up. Silence surrounded the car space again, and we both looked at each other, amusement merging with the desire.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “That was irresponsible of me.”

  A smile slid off her mouth, distracting me. “Don’t you remember? You always do it in cars.”

  I smiled back, then shook my head. I kept looking at her. “But you’re different, Kate. You’re not just some random woman I picked up somewhere.”

  Silence followed my statement. I thought she would be offended when I thought about those other women, despite the fact that I hadn’t really been with one since she moved in. It wasn’t intentional, but for some reason, it was as if the timing had aligned and I wasn’t meant to be with anyone. I waited for some kind of reaction, and surprise filled me when I found her hand suddenly on top of mine, squeezing lightly.

  Then she nodded.

  “Then let’s head back. We need your bed.”

  It was music to the ears. I nodded back.

  Then I started the ignition and continued driving home.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  KATE

  It was so hard to keep my hands to myself during the whole car ride, and I almost failed five minutes from arriving at the apartment building. But miracles of miracles, I was able to contain myself, steadily fisting my hands on my lap and thinking boring thoughts—ones that included my writing tasks, how to create a dish, and Chuck’s poop. It helped me get through, but the thoughts left my head almost entirely the moment we got out of the car and walked in the lobby with at least two feet in between us. I didn’t look at him, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t looking at me.

  The wait for the elevator to come down was agonizing, and we both stood in silence. I distracted myself by glancing around, noting down the receptionist who was busy typing and some people sitting on the guest couches. It really was a classy place without necessarily being snobby, making for a cozy atmosphere. It was no wonder most of the residents here, Gray included, had been living here for years with no plans of moving.

  The elevator finally came, and we stepped in and waited for anyone else to get in with us. No one did. Gray pushed the top button. He waited for the door to close.

  The moment it did, he was pushing me against the elevator wall, and I wasn’t protesting as I tilted my head up and met his kiss.

  This one wasn’t as hard or as urgent as the one in the car, but it was still simmering with passion. It was also just as intense, and I felt that this kind of intensity wasn’t going to go away soon—no, not unless we slaked it. I wanted to think of us as just that, friends slaking their lust for each other because it was beneficial and convenient for us—but my feelings were telling me there was more to it, and this kind of passion wouldn’t be slaked by any man other than Gray.

  It was shocking how much I wanted him. It was also shocking to know he wanted me just as badly, and we fed off that want now as we pressed against each other. He deliberately kept this kiss slow, chuckling when frustration started to slide inside me and had me tugging at him to go faster. He didn’t, teasing me until I was on fire all over and taking it higher. His hands were on my waist, but they didn’t slide up, and I let myself give up the tugging and just enjoy the kiss and the way his tongue moved almost lazily.

  Dimly, I heard the elevator door ding, but it was Gray who gently pulled me out. We walked towards his suite with our hands held, and he had trouble slipping in the key and cursed twice.

  “Language,” I said with a grin.

  “Damn it,” he repeated, making me laugh.

  Then the door was opened, and we were stumbling in, and the laughter died from my throat as he hoisted me up in a one-arm movement that had me losing my breath and getting turned on all the more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and our mouths fused together again as we almost stumbled across the rug and he blindly navigated us inside his bedroom.

  Chuck was nowhere to be found, which meant he was sleeping soundly in some corner. Gray closed the door, then continued carrying me until we reached the bed, where he deposited me gently.

  He stared at me, and I stared at him, our desire for each other no longer hidden. Impatient, I pulled him in until he was sitting. I straddled him just like in the car, then proceeded what we started in the elevator, keeping it at a minimal. All the while, I also ground my hips against his, feeling his hardness against the ache in between my legs and wanting more of it. He ground back, the movement slow but firm. His hand held the nape of my neck and tilted it, angling my head so he could kiss me deeper.

  It felt like being devoured. It felt like being hungry for such a long time and finally finding complete satisfaction. I devoured him back and let myself explore, my tongue sinking inside his mouth and my hands moving to remove his shirt. I managed to do so, breaking the kiss for a little bit as I pulled it over his head and threw it behind me. Then I let my hands slide all over his hard chest, feeling muscles and hotness all over. I wanted that chest pressing me down as he took me over and over, and the thought alone had me moaning.

  In response, Gray groaned. We kept grinding against each other and feeling even more impatient, I slid my hand down his abdomen. I felt him harden in that area before I started to slide my hand further down—

  “Wait,” Gray suddenly grunted, his hand wrapping around my wrist. To my surprise, he removed my hand. I looked up and met his eyes. “If you keep teasing me like that, I am not going to last.”

  I wasn’t sure whether to laugh at his worry or moan at the thought of him exploding. I ended up gasping when he suddenly moved, rolling us around until I was flat on my back and he was on top of me.

  “Let me please you first,” he murmured.

  I kept looking at him, watching the pleading look in his eyes and finding it so mesmerizing. Slowly, I nodded my head and stayed still, watching as he crawled over. I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead, his mouth settled on my throat, which he began to kiss as slowly as fine wine.

  It didn’t stop from there as Gray’s hands got busy, sliding my shirt up to completely expose my bra. My chest heaved as his fingers slid across my skin in a teasing manner. Then, his palm settled to cup my breast, the move almost respectful compared to how his mouth sucked on my skin.

  But it wasn’t respectful for long as his hand slid at the back to unclasp. Then he slid my bra down, trapping me in place. I felt completely exposed as my breasts popped out. I also suddenly felt conscious, my breasts were average at best and I am sure Gray has seem some gorgeous ones.

  But Gray didn’t care. In fact, his eyes devoured the sight with such hunger that I felt my nipples tighten in response. He noticed those, smirking. I wanted to put an ice breaker in and call him arrogant, but my mouth was so dry, especially when he leaned forward.

  Slowly, he captured one nipple in between his lips, the move almost playful. I held my breath, my hands tightening on the sheets as he slowly licked, using his tongue in a swirling movement that had it tightening all the more. His other hand came up to thumb the other nipple. He began to shift from licking to sucking, and the ache that pulled inside me was so intense that all I could do was fist tighter. Then, I held his head and bit my lip when he began to switch his ministrations from one breast to another.

  “Moan if you want,” he rasped. “I want to hear you, Kate.”

  In response, I did moan. Then I writhed against him, anticipation coursing through me when his mouth slid further down. He licked my stomach area before kissing the side of my waist tickling me in the best way. Then his hands took the edge of my leggings and slowly pulled them down, and I helped by wriggling out of them and kicking them off to the floor. Belatedly, I sat up for a bit to completely remove my sweater and bra, and he watched for a few seconds before urging me to lie down again.

  Gray began to tease me further by placing his mouth where I least expected—down my knee. He kissed it gently, almost a fluttering moveme
nt, before slowly cruising up. His hands parted my legs, and I spread them for him as my breathing got faster and faster in time with his slow movement up. He blew a breath at my core, his eyes darkening as he looked at it for a long time.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  I should feel self-conscious, really—but all I could feel was the fire coming back as his finger traced my slit before sliding inside my channel to the hilt. The move was slow but smooth, indicating just how wet I was for him already. It didn’t take him long to slide a second finger in, and by that time, I was so consumed by the pleasure that tingled all over me that all I could do was writhe and move my hip in time with his thrusting. He didn’t forget my request, starting with slow, sensual movements before he quickened his touch and firmed his fingers. I closed my eyes, every sensation pulsing inside me like an incessant beat.

  Then I felt something else down there, and my eyes snapped open in time to see his tongue come out and lick. It was a soft lick, one I felt from deep within. Our eyes met as he kept licking, gradually increasing his movements until I was calling out his name. His tongue and fingers combined threatened to drive me mad.

  I moaned when he opened me further and delved in like he was licking a melting ice cream cone.

  I sobbed out his name and a plea when his tongue fastened on my clit. Then he licked that over and over like his life depended on it.

  It was me who broke our gazes first as I threw my head back and surrendered myself to the pleasure. I lost it completely as I exploded, the climax felt from the tip of my toe to my scalp. It vibrated at every inch of skin, wave after wave of pleasure that wrapped around me like a hot blanket. Gray did his best to prolong it, latching on to me and licking me over and over until the waves slowed down and I slowly, finally came down from my high.

  Dimly, I felt Gray’s body surge up, and I felt his mouth on mine again. I tasted myself there, faint, before I was kissing him back, addicted to his taste. The smell of my orgasm and his skin had me aroused again, and I reached down to unbuckle his trousers, unzip it, and slide my hand inside. I palmed him over his underwear, feeling his hardness pulsing and wanting to do so many things to it.

  But Gray had other ideas. Again, his hand settled on my wrist, and I was blurting out words before thinking it.

  “I want you in my mouth.”

  He groaned a deep and sexy sound that had my belly contracting. Then he shook his head. It was only then I realized that his body was shaking. “If you do that, I won’t last. And I want to come inside you.”

  It was the most sensual request ever, and I found myself unable to resist.

  I helped Gray out of his pants. Then I slid his underwear down, staring for a few seconds as I finally took him in.

  Good Lord. No wonder women were all over him. Gray was large—not just large, but also long, straining up in the air like some monster that was mouth-watering and dizzying at the same time. He didn’t waste time positioning it at my entrance, and the anticipation almost killed me. But a shadowed look crossed his expression.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he muttered.

  In response, I pulled him down and kissed him, letting him feel what I was feeling. He took that as consent and slowly slid in.

  My breath held in my throat as he pushed. He was much larger than my ex, and he was so hard. But my wetness helped as it smoothed out the movement, and soon he was sliding in completely to the hilt. It felt so full and different, and the way he pulsed inside me had an answering heat pulsing in me, too. We stayed like that for a while, him gritting his teeth and looking down at me with so much emotion.

  Then he was moving—slow thrusts at first as he rained kisses all over me. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to quicken his movements and not hold himself back. The sounds of our skin slapping against each other filled the air, along with our sounds of pleasure. His hard body on top of mine had me feeling intoxicated, and it wasn’t long before I was writhing against him as he thrust and thrust and thrust.

  It didn’t last long, as he’d said. I felt his body tense. Then he was calling out my name and kissing me hard as he surrendered to his own desire. I felt his hot jet of seed spurt inside me, felt him thrust faster as he emptied himself. Our tongues tangled again as I held on to him, never wanting this feeling to end. He held me, too, finally collapsing against me after a while as he spent everything on that one orgasm.

  I closed my eyes, feeling his lips move to my ear.

  “Best sex of my life,” he murmured.

  I giggled, muscles totally relaxed. “It’s your first time,” I pointed out.

  He lifted his head and looked down at me, absolutely smug. “Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.”

  I laughed. Then I smiled and held on to him some more.

  “Mine, too.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  GRAY

  My mind was still a blur when I woke up, but it didn’t take me long to remember exactly what happened last night. The pleasure of the memories and Kate’s face surged in me, making me smile with my eyes still closed and recalling exactly how hard she cried out my name. Her voice had been a little needy, a little throaty, and all sorts of perfect, and I could feel my morning wood stand straighter at attention.

  Slowly, I opened my eyes, watching as the morning light filtered in through the curtains I forgot to draw close last night. There was something warm stretched out beside me, and half of me thought it might have been Chuck cuddling up. But the other half kicked in, and I found myself already turning to take a look.

  Kate was as naked as last night and just as delectable. She was sleeping soundly, her back towards me and her lower half covered by blankets. My mouth watered at the sight, and I found myself already moving closer and going under the covers. I placed my hand on her waist and gently pulled her towards me, spooning her.

  Almost immediately, my cock pulsed. It was amazing in itself because no matter what women did outside a fast-moving car, I never got so much as a stirring—whether they used their hands or mouth, it didn’t seem to matter. Kate barely did anything except lie there naked, and here I was as randy as a teenager.

  I did my best to ignore it, snuggling against her warmth instead. Kate sighed once, then kept sleeping on. I tuned in to her steady breathing, felt something inside me stir—and no, it wasn’t my cock.

  Then I let sleep take me again.

  *****

  When I woke up again, it was to the most pleasurable sensation to my lower region. At first, I thought I was dreaming—some kind of fantasy that I forgot the moment my senses came back. But something wet hit me at the tip of my cock, and my mind processed it until I realized that only one thing could cause that kind of sensation: a warm tongue.

  My eyes snapped open.

  “Good morning, Gray.”

  I heard Kate murmur the words, but it could have been an alien language for all the attention I was paying it. Instead, I stared at her face—or rather, her pink tongue as she licked me delicately at the tip of my erection. Sensation stirred inside me, so intense that I couldn’t react.

  “Kate?”

  “Hmm?” A hand wrapped around my base, firm. Her smooth palm rubbed softly, almost experimentally. She smiled when I visibly pulsed down there.

  “What are you—?”

  “Making you feel good,” she murmured. She opened her mouth. Then she slid my cock in, going down on me with a twinkle in her eye and anticipation vibrating on her body.

  I almost choked right then and there as the pleasure consumed me like no other. I thought it was the most intense sensation ever—that was, until she leaned further down, and I felt my tip almost hit her throat. I was hot and cold, with the ice melting to make way for fire as my mind scattered and grew blank right after.

  Kate used both her tongue and fingers to work me up, and I could tell she was enjoying it, too. She wasn’t experienced, I could tell so, but for some reason, it only made it oddly endearing…and arousing. While my shaft was completely inside
her, she used her tongue to lick me up and down, then used her hands to stroke the base that she could no longer stuff in. She sucked on me, sweet little motions that made me grit my teeth before I groaned and fisted my hands on the bedsheets.

  I only got some leeway to breathe when her head came up, and she eyed me wonderingly. But that was short-lived as Kate kissed the tip.

  “Tell me if you don’t like something,” she said softly.

  Then she opened her mouth and slid down again—but this time, she slid right back up, then back down, a bobbing motion that almost felt like my cock was thrusting inside her warm cavern.

  This time, my groan could no longer be contained. I threw my head back and closed my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure came over me. Then, realizing I didn’t want to miss the scene, I opened my eyes again and looked down, watching her brows furrow as she concentrated on her actions. The sight of her, still naked and brown hair messed up, her mouth blowing me, was the single sexiest sight I’d ever seen, and I wanted it over and over again. I could feel my balls tingling—then, electrifying when she cupped them firmly and began to play with them.

  Shit.

  The sensation intensified, and I could feel the tingling increase as well. I was being bombarded by pleasure after pleasure, and I let my hand touch her hair and grip it. Then I guided her movements, urging her to go faster on me. Her moan vibrated on my cock, and I felt the heat build up higher and higher, pausing at the edge.

  Kate stilled enough to stroke me faster, harder. Then she sucked, giving it her all until the edge crumbled. I found myself soaring as the pleasure exploded, making me blind and deaf to everything but the sensation. I gripped her shoulders and yanked her up, then kissed her as hard as I was coming until she was melting and moaning for me.

  My seed spurted in short, strong bursts, messing up the sheets and hitting my thighs warmly. Her hand wrapped around it stubbornly, stroking it almost lazily now as she milked my orgasm and prolonged it. Our kisses turned lazy, too, an appreciation more than anything.