The Rules Regarding Gray (23 page)

“I want…” She swallowed as she fought to stay conscious. “I want you to fuck me … bareback.”

He leaned back again, studying her eyes once more. “I’m going to come inside you. And I’m going to finger your pussy and watch you lick it clean when you’re done, so you know my taste.”

Her body started trembling. The tremor ran from her head to her toes, and as it swept through her, the back of her splint rattled against the cupboard. She was clutching the edge of the counter, her fingers digging into it, and she was nearly ready to come apart.

“I want you to…” Her voice broke off in a lurching shudder. “Oh, God…”

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to say that.” He chuckled, smiling warmly at her.

And then she snapped and lunged—straight for his mouth. Before she fully knew what she was doing, her lips were on his. He let out a groan so deep and guttural she could feel the vibration of it moving from his mouth into her body. She was mewling as she latched onto his lower lip, and she pulled at it. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and his moans became muffled as his tongue swept against hers, licking it and curling around it.

“Oh, God, you taste good,” he murmured between kisses, and then his hands were on the sides of her head, holding her as he lapped at her mouth and sucked on her lips.

She reached to the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down. His cock thrust up just as his hands left her face, and he scooped her up from the counter, walking out of the kitchen as she kissed him again. She could feel the hard definition of his erection tight against her body, and the moment she broke from his lips, she leaned to his ear, begging. “Please.”

He hummed, and he bit into the side of her neck as he walked to his bed. He settled her body under his, coming down on top of her and pushing his groin against hers. She cried out, gripping into his shoulders. He was watching her, and when he shifted his body to her side, his hand moved to her crotch, squeezing her through her underwear.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered. “You feel so hot.”

He pushed his hand roughly past the waist of her underwear, but then as his palm ran over her pubic mound, his hand slowed and he exhaled. She was soaking wet, and he was going to discover very soon just how wet her most intense heat could be. His mouth dropped open as his finger finally brushed between her lips, and he watched her closely, his eyelids fluttering as he touched her for the first time.

He grazed over her clit, sending a tremor through her entire body and making her thighs tremble, and then he gently pressed two fingers against her entry but didn’t delve. “Look at me.” His voice was demanding, and she focused on his eyes as his fingers pressed gently into her body. His breath left him as his eyelids fluttered again, and then he sank deep into her as her wetness suctioned sloppily against his fingers.

“Get your fucking underwear off,” he muttered. He pulled then, and he plunged in just as deep as her hips wriggled, and she pushed her underwear down her legs. She used her foot, trying desperately to get her underwear past her splint, but it was hopeless, and she splayed her legs wide, letting her underwear hold her ankles close together. His fingers fucked, and the thrusts sped as he watched her face, and her hips wriggled and writhed against his hand. His thumb circled and toyed with her clit. She needed to come, and she mewled quietly as her eyes started to shift around in desperation. His touch was insistent and intense, and as his fingers continued to plunge and scissor, her hands gripped and twisted the bedding.

“Come on my fingers. You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered. “I know you need to.”

He pushed a third finger in with the other two, and she cried out as he stretched her open. His deep low hum sent her over the edge, and as he thrust harshly into her, over filling her body with his fingers as he pushed against her clit, she hit that limit and fell hard. Her entire body shook and spasmed as she passed over her release, and he breathed against her lips as he watched her recover.

When he pulled his fingers from her, she hissed, and he kissed her as he reached down and pulled her underwear the rest of the way off her legs. He pushed between her legs, and he let his cock press against her slit, humping gently against her as she shivered. She was so far beyond ready for this.

He smiled gently. “I’m guessing this is going to hurt a little.”

She had no doubt about that.

He kissed her again, humming against her lips as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, and when he parted from her lips, he took a deep breath. “You think things are complicated now?” He asked gently, studying her so intently. “It’s going to get a whole lot worse after this.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“No rules,” he whispered. “Now just relax.” And then he pushed—straight to her core in one invasive long, painful penetration.

Chapter Twenty-One

Jasper had no idea why it was he could never seem to look away from Gray’s eyes when he was with her. They were beautiful eyes, but that wasn’t it. There was just more there than that. But, at the moment, what he saw looking back at him was pain. Her warmth felt just as incredible and tight as he’d imagined it could, but when his balls smacked her bottom, he stilled, watching her.

Her eyes closed as she winced, and her lips trembled as her teeth chattered, and she cried out.

“Open those eyes. Look at me,” he demanded.

She nodded as she opened her eyes. “Oh, God,” she gasped out, her fingers gripping his upper arms and digging into him.

He shushed her with his lips to her ear, and her sheath flinched around him.

He was the one crying out then, and as he did, he grit his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He was panting on top of her, waiting for her to relax, but every time he moved even marginally, her muscles flinched around him. He leaned to her face, letting his lips touch her forehead.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured as his lips trailed over her skin.

He pulled back enough to see her, and then he leaned to her again. He kissed her forehead, then he kissed her temple. He moved over her face, gently kissing as he moved. Her skin was warm, and by the time he’d made it down to her mouth, her lips were trembling again, but her body was releasing its grip on him. “There you go. Just relax around me.”

He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, tugging it down gently as he watched, and then he leaned to her mouth, and he kissed her gently. It wasn’t until he’d given her body plenty of time to figure this out that he moved. He eased out, and her face muscles flinched, but when he pushed back in, she moaned, and her eyelids fluttered. It was a good sign, and with every slow, steady penetration, her moans became more unrestrained and aroused.

He wedged his knees under her thighs, lifting her bad leg and resting the back of her calf to his shoulder. He was upright as he pushed her other thigh back. He could see the very spot where their bodies joined, and the distention of her tight sex around his erection sent a shiver through his body. He pulled out slowly, watching every inch of himself withdraw, and then he clenched his butt cheeks, using his muscles to pierce her body with his cock.

The sight of her body taking him in was the most arousing thing he’d ever seen, and he rocked forward and backward as she watched. She needed no encouragement to touch, and she reached down to his groin, letting her finger tips brush from his low abdomen down to his cock, and as he pulled out, her fingers trailed over his length, finally finding their way to her clit.

She rubbed that tight little nub, and her hips instantly moved, rising up to meet his penetration every time he sank into her. Her fingers were glossy wet with her cum, and as they moved faster, so too did his hips. She kept her eyes open and on him, and she panted quietly, humming and groaning occasionally as he plunged deep into her.

She could entice him like no other, and the sight of her toying with herself as he fucked her was enough to do him in, but he stifled it, watching and waiting for her to hit her limit. It came quickly, and as her orgasm hit, her thighs tried to clench together and her bottom lifted from the bed. Her body was tight as she grunted through her release, and when it passed, he forced her thighs out wide again, letting her bad leg down slowly to wrap around his hips as he lowered his body to hers.

She reached for his face, cupping his cheek and leaning up to let her lips nearly touch his. He growled, and he thrust hard. She cried out, and when her mouth fell open, he lunged at her lips. He moaned and murmured with his lips on hers, and he yanked her hand from his face, reaching for her other one too and pinning them both above her head.

He pulled his chest up, bracing his weight against her hands as he held them to the bed, and as he looked down at her, he started rolling his hips, grinding himself between her legs. His mouth was contorted and snarling as he started snapping himself into her, hearing the smack as his skin connected to hers. She was jolted forward with every swift penetration. He was pistoning over and over, rapidly filling and then leaving her body, and her mouth was open, her eyes wide as she watched him fall apart.

He tightened his buttocks hard with one final thrust, and he went rigid as he came deep inside her. His arms buckled as his body released the tension, and he let himself crumble around her, collapsing on top of her and breathing fast panting breaths against her neck. He released one of her hands, and she reached down, letting her fingers run through his hair as he fought to catch his breath.

He didn’t pull his cock from her body until he’d rolled them to their sides, her injured leg resting on his hip, and when he eased back, her eyes widened. He lowered his head to her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He’d not gotten his mouth or hands on her tits yet, and as her head dropped back, he pulled with his mouth.

When he was done sucking, he squeezed with his hand, gripping the soft flesh of her breast. They might be small, but her nipples were rock hard, and he brushed his thumb over that peak, listening as her breath caught.

“Are you sore?” he murmured against her skin.

He released his hold, letting his palm run down to her belly and rotating it so his fingers were pointing down.

“Yes,” she said quietly.

He looked at her, and he saw a sudden shyness to her. He felt shy too. He studied her for a moment, lost in the notion of just how much they’d altered their dynamic in the space of an hour. They weren’t supposed to do this, and it felt wrong. It also felt incredible. It felt forbidden, as though they’d pushed past all the permission Ian had given them and gone into a place they weren’t supposed to go and that, frankly, Ian knew nothing about. Of course that wasn’t true. Ian had given him permission to go wherever the hell he wanted, but it still
felt
like they’d overstepped the bounds—it just wasn’t a physical bound, and that meant Ian couldn’t possibly understand what they’d just done.

She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, and he took a deep breath as he moved his hand lower.

“I need you to take a little more,” he whispered.

She nodded, but it was jerky, and she was having a hard time looking at him. But, as his fingers descended lower, she didn’t stop him. He slipped his middle finger between her lips. She felt silky and swollen, and he pressed just one finger into her pussy as she gasped. He thrust gently through the warm wetness. She couldn’t possibly understand what an intense thing it was for him to feel his cum inside her body.

He pulled his finger from her, lifting it to her mouth, and she blushed furiously, but opened her lips. He let his finger glide over and around her tongue. Her lips closed around his finger, sucking gently, and he moaned as her tongue stroked.

He pulled her into his arms after he slipped his finger from her mouth. He kissed down the side of her face to her neck, nipping her gently with his teeth. “Are you okay with what we did?” That was not a question even he could ask, were his eyes locked on hers, and he hid from her with his lips against her neck.

She nodded. “Yes. Are you?”

He tried to smile with his lips to her neck, but that damn shyness was consuming him. It was an arousing intimate feeling, and he was having a hard time wrapping his brain around it. “Yeah.”

He spent the next thirty minutes kissing her. It was silent aside from the quiet and sweet smacking sound of their lips, and the occasional rustling of bedding as he shifted. He brushed her hair away from her forehead, letting his fingers comb it back as his mouth moved against hers. He caught her blush every time he separated from her lips, and her furtively moving eyes were an unexpected turn on.

When he finally let her breathe through her mouth again, she sat up, pulling the sheets up to cover her breasts. “May I take a bath?”

“Of course. I’ll join you if you don’t mind.”

“You realize you’ve left me without my crutches once again?” she said quietly.

He smiled, nodded, and looked down at his lap as he sat up. “Completely intentional.”

They were both trying to be sarcastic, but it was just too quiet, and neither of them seemed able to pull it off effectively. It was the most perfect morning after shyness right smack dab in the middle of the afternoon. For a man who never had a morning after, he was enjoying it thoroughly, but it was also an incredibly vulnerable feeling. He felt like a kid again, wanting to flirt but being too afraid to open his mouth. When he finally stood, he shook his head. He leaned down, lifting her in his arms, and he kissed her again.