Forbidden Love (Forbidden Trilogy) (7 page)

“Grayson, please.” My legs clamp around his head as he brings me once again to the brink of another orgasm. Damn, I didn’t know I could come so many times just from oral sex.

“There it is. That is what I was waiting to hear. I want you begging. I want your tight little pussy good and wet because once I sink my cock into you baby, after all these weeks, I won’t be able to hold back.” His filthy words send me right over the edge. He grabs the condom that he had thrown on the bed and I watch as he rolls it over his thickness.
God, I hope he still fits.
He stands up bringing me with him as he picks me up. “I love these gorgeous fucking legs wrapped around my waist and your pussy wrapped around my cock. I’ve missed this so much.” His hands grasp my outer thighs as he lifts me slightly. He lowers me slowly onto the length of his cock and I begin to stretch to take every delicious inch. It feels so good that I’m already anticipating the ride. Once I’m fully seated, he gives me a moment to adjust to his fullness. I attempt to lift my hips to start us off, but he kisses me instead. His lips caress mine as he explores my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. His hands tangle in my hair as he deepens the kiss. I am free falling. He grinds himself against me and I whimper with need.

“What’s wrong baby?” He reaches further down and massages my ass. I can’t tear my eyes away from his. “Are you ready for this,” he says while angling his hips in an upward thrust.

“Damn it, Grayson. Fuck me already!” He chuckles at my frustration.

“Whatever you want love.” He pulls out and inches back in me slowly and I can feel myself stretching even more to accommodate his girth. The feeling is heavenly. He begins sucking on my neck and the combined feeling is almost more than I can handle. “Your pussy missed me baby. It’s gripping my cock so hard.” He slides in to the hilt once again and stills to let me reacclimatize to his size.

The wiggle of my hips is the only sign he needs to spur along. He bounces me on his cock—the first few strokes are slow and I meet him stroke for stroke. I know the instant his control snaps because he starts pounding me harder. His hips piston with each increasing stroke. I hold on for the ride as he impales me. His balls slap against me as he finds a way to go deeper. “Damn, I’ve missed this pussy,” he swears. His arms work double time as he uses his strength to bounce me on his impressive erection. My walls clamp down on him as I come hard and in turn milk his release. He growls in pleasure. We both bask in how amazing that just was. Our pants are in sync. He peels off the used condom before he lowers me to bed and begins sucking on my breasts.

“I’ve missed these too,” he says as he nips at one of nipples.

“So you only missed my body,” I tease.

“I miss everything that you are babe.”
Nice save.
I can feel him getting hard again. Oh my. He flips us over and now I’m on top. I briefly worry about my ability to ride in this position, but my doubt is replaced by his grip on my hips and him bouncing me on his dick. Once again, he’s got this. He sets the pace and watches as my tits bounce in time with the rhythm he has set. It’s not long before I find my own rhythm as I grind down on him between stokes. Shit. I’m not going to last. I throw my head back and scream his name as the stars dance behind my eyes.

“Fuck, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says as he finds his own release. He turns me on my side and I think we’re about to cuddle.
Wrong.
He peels off the used condom and then wraps his leg on top of mine. He begins to fondle my now tender breasts. “I love watching you come. That shit is so fucking hot. I’m going to enjoy watching this look on your face all night. I have a lot of making up to do.”

I never said I was staying the night, but who am I kidding. This man has just given me five orgasms with promise of more to come. I’m not going anywhere. I smile at my inner dialogue.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself back there,” I say as he massages my hip.

“No, baby. I’m just listening to your body and it is demanding that I fuck you some more.” To emphasize his point, he runs his dick along the crease of my ass. Good god. He is already hard again. I look over my shoulder at him and he gives me the most wicked grin. “I told you I had a lot of making up to do. I wasn’t kidding. This pussy will be sore tomorrow, but I will lick it better.” He lifts my leg slightly and slides into me from behind. Again his strokes are slow and deliberate. His hands find my breast and he twirls my nipples through his fingertips. I back my ass into him to meet his strokes and he lets out a guttural growl. He pounds into me harder and I love it. I reach back and pull his hair.

“Shit, what are you doing to me Siobhan?” He plunges into me one last time and we’re both falling over the edge. He slaps my ass and rubs it. “I love you baby. I will spend however long it takes showing you just how much.”

I know our talk is far from over. There is still so much I need to know, but we had a good start. I roll over on my back and watch this beautiful man stare down at me.

“Are you hungry now?”

“Yes,” I grin. He has worked up my appetite.

He jumps out of the bed and throws on his boxers. He picks up his T-shirt and slips it over my head. His scent lingers on the fabric and is intoxicating. “Come on. Let me cook you something.” I twist my hair before winding it in a bun. Grayson looks over at me and frowns. He walks over to me and undoes my messy bun. “Leave it wild baby. Your hair is so sexy. I wanted to pull it like you were pulling mine while I fucked you.”

“Hmmm.”

“Hmmm, what?”

“You could have. I think that would’ve been hot. I kind of wanted you to.” I flush crimson at my admission. I cover my face, but he pulls my hands away.

“Don’t ever be afraid to voice what you want in the bedroom love. Tell me what you like. I already know that you like my filthy mouth,” he smirks. “But I don’t want to always guess. Take what you want from me. I’m into some kinky shit so you can’t surprise me.”

“Kinky eh? Like what?” The wine coursing through my blood is long gone, so I’m going to have to be bold on my own.

“I rather show you,” he says pulling me to him. He licks my lips before pulling away. “But let’s eat first.”
I never knew he was such a tease.

“Tease,” I accuse.

“Never that baby. I plan to fuck you again as soon as we finish eating. I’m just afraid that if I pull out all my kinky debauchery, you’ll run,” he smiles.

“What happened to sixty?” I challenge.

“Baby my brand of kink is beyond sixty. I don’t even know if it can be quantified on a scale,” he warns. “Sixty is just an expression of getting you out of your shell so you’ll enjoy the regular sex you haven’t been exposed to. When I turn it up a notch, you’ll know.”

My sex clinches at the possibility. “I can handle anything you dish out.”

“We’ll see. For now let me make you my famous spaghetti.” I follow him to the kitchen and sit at the counter as he makes the preparations. He pours me a glass of wine and I watch in amazement as he chops the mushrooms and parsley. He even makes cooking look sexy. After the all the prep work is done, the noodles are put to boil. He saunters over to me and lifts me out of my chair. He sets me on the counter and starts his assault on my lips. The kiss is tender and slow. He raises the T-shirt up and places a tiny kiss to my nipple. One and then the other. He pulls one into his mouth and begins to suck. A whimper slips past my lips and he smiles. He pulls away and I tighten my grip around his waist to keep him in place.

“Tease,” I accuse again.

“Just keeping you warm. I want your pussy to be ready for me when we finish eating.”

He pulls away and this time I let him go.

I have a plan.
Payback is a bitch. I’ll teach him to tease me.
I finish my wine and pour myself another glass. Okay so, I’m going to need just a little liquid courage for this plan. I wait until he carries our plates of spaghetti to the dinner table. I slip off his shirt and walk over to the table naked. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he turns around and sees me. He quickly puts our plates down, but I take a seat. I can see his erection protruding from his boxers. When he is close enough to me, I use my sitting position to my advantage. I pull his hard cock out from his boxers. He hisses at my touch. I lick the tip before taking the head into my mouth. I suck him slowly as my hand massages his balls. His head falls back and his eyes close in ecstasy. He grabs my hair, ready for me to take him deeper. My devious smile forms around his cock as I pull back and tuck him back into his boxers.

“What the hell?” He looks down at me confused.

“I’m just keeping you warm baby. Turnabout is fair play love,” I say using his words on him.

“Touché. But you do know that you will be paying for that little stunt?” He reluctantly takes his seat and I snicker. “Laugh it up now baby. I have something special in mind for you.” I laugh harder. It may be short lived, but it feels good for now to beat him at his own game.

“We eat our spaghetti and I must admit that it is absolutely delicious. He stares across the table at me and I can see the lust in his eyes.
Oh. God.
I’ve really poked the bear. He looks ready to pounce at any minute. I get up to bring my plate to the kitchen and I’m grabbed from behind. He throws me over his shoulder fireman style before he takes the plate out of my hand. He places it in the sink and heads towards the bedroom. He slaps my ass and I let out a squeal. He pushes the door close with his foot and then he does something unexpected. He lifts me up higher and secures my legs around his head. He walks forward until my back rests against the door. He buries his face in my pussy and begins his lovely torment. He sucks on my nub with renewed fervor. My hips are unable to buck in this position so he is in total control. I squeeze my legs tighter, but he just pries them apart and continues his punishment. His tongue plunges inside me and I cry out my pleasure.

He looks up at me with that smirk I love so much. “You were saying baby?” I’m boneless. He walks us over to the bed, but I’m spent. He slides up between my legs and begins nibbling on my neck. “Are you still on the pill?” Fine time for him to ask now, but I nod yes so he can bury himself deep inside me. He pushes me to two more orgasms before we both finally let exhaustion take us under.

The chirping of my phone indicating I have an awaiting message pulls me from my slumber. Grayson’s side of the bed is empty. I wrap the sheet around my naked frame and sit up to listen to my voicemail. Maybe he’s out getting us breakfast. One second into the message and I sigh. Jordan was right. “Hey hooker. I knew Mr. Sexy Pants was going to lay it on you the minute he got you alone. You didn’t stand a chance, really. Lost time and all that. Anyway, I stayed the night with Trevor so no worries. I’ll see you Sunday.” I shake my head as I end the call. She called it, yet I can’t complain. My limbs and vagina are deliciously sore. I’m smiling stupidly at my phone when Grayson walks in wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. I ogle him from his sexy bare feet to his washboard abs. The light dusting of hair that travels south from his navel and disappears into his waistband has me licking my lips.

“Are you done eye fucking me?” he teases.

“I…” I can’t even finish that lie. I so was. I cover my head with the sheet wrapped around me. God, I can’t help that he is so hot. He has managed to turn me into walking hormones. I don’t even recognize this insatiable version of myself. I feel Grayson’s firm grip wrap around my left ankle before I’m being pull to the edge of the bed.

I squeal as I pull the sheets with me. He untangles me and throws me over his shoulder before heading toward the kitchen. “Oh. My. God. You psycho, please give me something to wear.”

He slaps my bare ass and the sting causes moisture to pool between my legs. “Nope. You want to eye fuck me then I get to return the sentiment except I don’t want clothes in the way,” he smirks. “Now let me make us some breakfast baby.” He puts me down on a stool at the kitchen counter. I fold my arms across my breasts.

“Oh, so you’re a pycho and a comedian. A psychotic comedian, I sure can pick ‘em.” He throws his head back and belts out the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard. “Grayson, I need my boot and a T-shirt please.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me and gives me a wicked smile. “No boot means you can’t leave that spot to get something to cover up,” he laughs.

“Oh you just watch me, smart ass.” I slide off the stool, but Grayson is quick. He halts my efforts and places me back on the stool.

“Stop baby before re-injure your ankle. I’m just teasing you because I feel like we’ve taken a couple steps backwards with your shyness. I just saw all of you last night, yet you still cover up.” He smiles as he shakes his head, but he leaves to get me a shirt and my boot. Being completely naked is so different outside of sex. I don’t want him to see my flaws compared to his perfection. When he returns, he lifts my right foot and takes my big toe into his mouth. He applies a light suction before continuing on to each toe. He gives me a flirtatious smile when he reaches the last one combined with a naughty wink that is just for me. “I love all of you baby. You are so perfect to me, from the top of your head to your sexy little toes. I’ll give you the shirt you asked for, but know that your body was made for me and mine for you. I wouldn’t change a thing.” He hands me the T-shirt before slowly putting my boot on. His eyes never leaves mine. My heart melts at the tenderness he is showing. I can only nod, but it is enough. He kisses me lightly. I can’t promise that I’ll overcome my insecurities overnight, but for him, I’ll try.