Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (14 page)

She shivered at his slow, sensual touch. At the same time, disappointment made her pout.

Grayson chuckled and leaned down to cover her mouth with his. His lips were soft, his kiss slow and mind numbing. Her legs began to shake with the effort of holding her up.

“We’re going to watch this move,” he whispered against her lips. “Or at least you are while I play.”

He nipped at her lower lip. “Play?” she asked.

“Trust me,” he whispered. “You’ll like it.” He brought his hands around and cupped her breasts. He pulled at her nipples, making her whine and arch her back for more. “Now, get on that bed.”

She stepped out of his arms and walked to the bed. On her hands and knees, she worked her way toward the middle. He stopped her by wrapping his fingers around the tops of her thighs.

She peered over her shoulder as he put one knee on the bed behind her. She watched as he bent and bit the inside of her thigh beneath her pussy. Holding her breath, she waited to see what he would do next. He bit the other side of her thigh, and she let out a shaky breath.

He was very close to her pussy. So close to that part of her that ached so much. Sex with Grayson and his cousin was amazing. In the past, guys had always been in such a hurry. Now she seemed to be the one dying to get to the good stuff. Although this was pretty good in itself—all this teasing. It made her crazy. Turned her on in a way she’d never been turned on before.

Grayson placed a kiss on the dimples at the small of her back at the same time he thrust two fingers inside her pussy. She moaned and pressed back, taking more, needing more.

He pulled them out and moved his wet fingers through the cream that coated her. Cheyenne sighed and moved her hips with his hand, rubbing herself against him, anxious for a firmer touch. His light strokes were driving her insane.

When he stopped, she moaned, but the hard slap of his palm against her ass stopped the sound cold. “Ow,” she said and scowled at him over her shoulder.

He chuckled and slapped the other cheek. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”

Cheyenne opened her mouth to say something but instead focused on the heated sting that now covered her ass. The sting sent a current of raging need to her womb. Spanking apparently had its merits.

She watched in silence as Grayson removed his jeans and slid a condom over his impressive erection. The movie began as he strolled around the bed to the other side.

She frowned, thinking he would come in from behind her. But instead he sat on the bed and leaned his back against the headboard. She smiled slightly, and her body began to tingle with the realization she would get on top. She liked being on top.

He looked at her and crooked his finger. “Come here and put your back to me.”

As sexily as she could muster, she repositioned and straddled his thighs with her back to him. She shifted to sit on his cock, but he grabbed her hips and moved her forward instead.

She frowned. “Aren’t we—”

“Shh,” he commanded. “I told you. I want to play a little first.”

He set her so her ass was over his cock. With his knees between hers, he spread her legs wide.

Cheyenne almost lost her balance, and with soft squeal of surprise, she grabbed the blankets on either side of her to keep from falling.

“Hold on, baby,” Grayson said. “I won’t let you fall.”

His hard cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing enticingly—much to her surprise—against the entrance.

“Now lean back,” he murmured as he cupped her breasts and pressed her against him. “And let me play.”

Cheyenne smiled slightly, then bit her lip as Grayson proceeded to do just that. First he played with her breasts, pinching and pulling, massaging and kneading. By the time he was through and moved his hands to her pussy, her breasts felt so full and heavy they hurt.

He used his fingers to separate her labia, exposing her throbbing clit to the cool air of the room. She tried to watch the movie as Vin Diesel toyed with the shipwreck survivors, but the way Grayson kept circling her clit made it nearly impossible to concentrate on the show.

He dipped his middle finger into her opening, wetting it before shifting back to circle her clit. The small bud tightened and swelled. Her hips jerked and bucked. Oh, God. The light touch made her whole body shiver in anticipation of the release she felt building inside her. He was going to make her come.

“Grayson,” she panted.

“Go ahead and come, baby. It’s just the first of many.”

He brushed his finger over the top of her clit, and she erupted into a ball of burning fire with a groan so loud she was sure Parker heard her. Grayson petted her, circling her sensitive clit with his finger and keeping her hovering on that edge of need that had had her mewling seconds before.

She let out a long sigh that slowly turned into a moan as Grayson thrust two fingers deep inside her and pressed the heel of his palm against her mound.

“That was nice,” he whispered. “I think I might like to see that again.”

“I already came,” she said breathlessly.

She felt his lips spread into a smile against the side of her throat. “Yes, you did. And you will again.” He pulled his fingers out, then ever so slowly pushed them back in. “And again until I’m done with you.”

She shivered at his words. “You’re awfully confident.”

With a chuckle he removed his fingers and pinched her clit, making her hiss.

“How many times did you come last night?” he asked playfully.

Her face heated. “Two or three…maybe.”

“Maybe,” he repeated, his voice full of amusement.

She sat up and turned to look at him. “You shouldn’t tease.”

His grin spread into a look of pure, sexy evil. “Stop whining, woman, and lie on your back.”

She bristled. “I don’t whine.”

Grayson picked her up and set her on the mattress. “You will,” he stated and then, with his hand in the middle of her chest, pushed her back.

She landed flat on her back. The soft material of the quilt felt good against her skin. She let her gaze wander down Grayson’s muscular torso to the thick erection jutting out from between his legs. She started to reach for it, but he grabbed her hand and pinned it over her head.

“Can’t I touch you?” she asked with a slight pout.

“Later. But right now, I’m not through playing.”

With his free hand, he smoothed his fingers over her thigh. He pressed against the inside of her knee, pushing it out and exposing her aching pussy. He brushed the backs of his fingers over her labia. Cheyenne sighed and lifted her hips in invitation.

“Right now, I think it’s time for a snack. And I believe I’ll start with these.”

Grayson cupped the underside of one of her breasts and pushed it toward his mouth. Cheyenne arched her back as Grayson nipped around the edges of her areola, teasing the hard bud within. When his mouth engulfed the tip and his teeth bit down on the nub sharply, every nerve in her body sprang to life with an almost painful tingle.

How could he make her hot for him so fast? She’d just come. How could she possibly be so turned on again?

This couldn’t be real or lasting. It had to be her situation—her fear of being found. It had created some sort of desperation deep inside her. A desperation that would fade once the danger disappeared.

Right?

She watched as Grayson kissed a trail down her stomach. His mouth hovered over her clit. His warm breath teased the tiny bud as he watched her. She wanted to lift her hips, to rub herself against the stubble on his chin, but the pure lust shining in his gaze held her captive and unable to move.

She’d never had a man look at her like that. Ever. The look in his eyes made her feel warm all over. And powerful. She wanted him to look at her like that forever.

Keeping his gaze on hers, he flicked his tongue, sliding it around her clit. She groaned and dropped her head back to the bed. Grayson slid his tongue lower, thrusting into her only to withdraw and lick through her cream in sensual figure eights that had her hips grinding upward.

“Oh, God,” she sighed.

Grayson continued to tease and torment. Her muscles quivered as her body tensed. The closer she came to release, the harder her limbs shook. She wasn’t even sure her behind was still on the bed. Every dip of his tongue had her lifting her hips higher to meet his mouth, to get a more firm touch, to force his tongue where she wanted it to go.

Unfortunately, Grayson had a mind of his own and a mouth that should have been classified as a deadly weapon. With a chuckle, he pushed her hips back down. Using the flat of his palm, he pressed on her lower stomach and forced her to stay still.

Cheyenne moaned and tried to fight against his hold. It was no use. He was too strong, and she was too riled up to care.

She buried her fingers in the covers and made a fist, bunching the material in her hands. She’d completely forgotten about the movie. It was now just background noise she barely heard. The only thing she could think about was the way he nibbled at her labia and licked around her clit. Every time his tongue brushed against that throbbing nub, she’d cry out.

He hummed his approval, and his voice vibrated against her in a way that made her shake.

“Damn it, Grayson,” she panted, so close to the edge of release she could taste it. “Please.”

When he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked, she screamed. Lifting her hips off the bed, she forced her pussy against his face, grinding along with the throbs that pulsed through her channel.

Grayson removed his mouth and rose to his knees. With his hands under her ass, he tugged and lifted her slightly. He threw her legs over his shoulders, and before she could even catch her breath, he thrust into her hard and deep, making her come a second time.

Chapter Eighteen

Grayson held himself balls-deep inside her and moaned as her walls convulsed around his cock. He’d never felt anything so good in his life. He almost hated to move.

Almost.

As her throbs began to subside, Grayson slowly pulled out, then thrust in again. He went slow, changing from shallow to deep, then back to shallow again. Each deep thrust brought a mewling sound from her lips that made his balls tighten.

He loved the sounds she made, the way her skin flushed pink in the low light of the room, the way her breasts jiggled when he pounded into her really hard.

He glanced down at their bodies and slowed his thrusts, enjoying how they looked together, enjoying the way she took all of him. Whenever he pulled out, her walls would suck him back in and throb as he pressed deep and hit the back of her womb. God, she felt so good and so damn tight.

He lowered her legs and wrapped them around his waist. After adjusting his position a bit, he was able to scrape across her G-spot. When he hit it, she gasped and bucked her hips. He loved the way her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in utter pleasure.

“I like that spot,” he purred.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Again?” he asked as he slowly pulled back out.

“Yes.”

He brushed across it again, then pulled completely out and used the head of his shaft to tease her clit. She groaned and whined in protest until he thrust back in. The scream she let out when he did made him smile. He did it twice more just to torment her before returning to her G-spot.

He wasn’t far from release himself, and he wanted her to come one more time before he was through with her. She was close. He could feel her muscles tense, and he could hear it in the higher pitch of her voice. Even her color was a tad darker. He could watch her all night.

Close to losing it himself, he increased the pressure on that sensitive spot. Her fingers turned white as they squeezed the blankets, her mouth dropped open, and her head fell back. Grayson gritted his teeth with the effort of holding back.

“Now, baby,” he coaxed. “Come now.”

It was as though a dam burst. She screamed as her release exploded inside her. Two more thrusts and he fell over with her, his cock throbbing as his own release slammed through him.

He kept moving, kept brushing his length against that spot until she whined, “Grayson, please.”

He stopped and grinned. She gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “You look like a woman who’s been well and thoroughly fucked.”

She smiled slightly and breathed out a tired sigh. “I think I have been. You should teach a class.”

With a laugh, Grayson pulled free of her body. “Don’t move.”

“I’m not sure I could even if the cabin was on fire.”

Grayson cleaned up in the bathroom, then strolled into the bedroom. Cheyenne was still on her back, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and even. Her legs were pretty much where he’d left them. Her pussy was exposed and still glistening. He returned to the bathroom to retrieve a warm rag.

He cleaned her off with gentle strokes. She barely made a sound or moved at all. Setting the rag aside, he touched her cheek and realized she was sound asleep.

“Sleep tight, baby,” he whispered. “Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

Grabbing the blanket across the foot of the bed, he curled up next to her and covered them. Within a few seconds, he was asleep as well.

* * * *

Parker paced the deck outside. He’d counted three orgasms before finally stepping outside for some fresh night air. He wanted more than anything to join them but knew one of them had to be on guard.

He doubted the mob would find them here, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He needed to know she was safe, and she wasn’t here. Not now.

Who the hell was on the mob’s payroll?

At this point, he believed Grayson was right. It was time to get out of this line of work. In the beginning, they both believed they could make a difference. That hadn’t been the case. There was too much red tape, too many snags, too many rules. Their hands were tied, and because of it, more often than not, the criminals would get away.

Grayson was tired of it, and in truth, so was he.

They’d had better luck as detectives. They’d made more of a difference. At least at the local level, they had a connection with their town and the people they protected. Locally, they could do things with the youth, help to keep kids off the streets and out of trouble.