Forbidden Attraction (Forbidden Trilogy) (15 page)

“Fuck,” he screams and I feel him throbbing inside me with his own release. He looks down at me, shocked. His eyes are wide and he’s panting. It does a lot for my confidence to see him affected this way. “Fucking hell, Siobhan,” he says, when he finds his breath.
I’m thinking the exact same thing.

I can barely breathe, yet I need to answer him. “Yep,” is all I can muster. I grin and Grayson surprises me by jumping out the bed and putting his boxers back on. For a minute I think that he is done with me.

“I am going to draw you a bath. You are going to be sore, but the hot water will help.” The devious look in eyes tells me he isn’t one bit sorry.

“Cocky much?”

“Yes. Very. Everytime you move tomorrow, I want you to remember it was me who claimed that beautiful pussy. I plan to claim every inch of you.”

“You are so crass.” I blush profusely. I’m not used to language that is so raw and dirty.

“I warned you earlier there would be no room for shyness. I tell it exactly how it is.”

The smell of lavender and vanilla wafts from the bathroom. I hear him moving around so I grab my robe and go to see what’s taking him so long. The ambiance of candlelight surrounds the tub. This romantic gesture tugs at my heart; I must remind myself not to fall for this man. He was upfront when he said we could never have more than a casual arrangement. He senses me standing in the doorway and gives me the most enigmatic smile. My heart is definitely in trouble. When he smiles at me, I feel like I’m meeting the real Grayson. Not the professor, not the alpha dominant male, but the side of himself he keeps hidden. Is there more to this man than meets the eye?

He peels the robe from shoulders it slip to the floor, leaving me bare. The soft lighting helps my embarrassment with my nudity this time. “Are you sore yet?”

“Just a little. Not much,” I lie. I want this beautiful man to take me again.

“Turn around and hold on to the sink.” I can feel his erection digging into my backside so I know he has rid himself of his boxers. He cups my breasts from behind, wetness pooling between my legs again. He positions himself between my folds and begins to stroke my clit. I push against him frantically as my core heats up torturously. I think he likes torturing me.

“Grayson ... please.” I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but with him I just can’t help it.

“What do you want, baby?” He lets one hand trail slowly down my stomach until it reaches my nub and begins massaging it while I writhe in his arms. “Say the words. I want to hear it. What do you want?”

“I want you inside me.” My legs are quivering I’m so turned on.

“What part of me do you want? My cock?” I can hear the humor in his voice.

“Yes, please.”

“I’m going to need to you to say the words, baby.”

His breath caresses the spot behind my ear and I nearly come undone. “I want your cock in me please.” That’s all it takes. I’m pushed forward and he slams into me barbarically while fisting my hair. The sound of skin slapping against skin ricochets through the bathroom as he pounds into me with a fearless rhythm. I find myself backing into him once more, meeting him stroke for stroke. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and I feel a bite of pain before pleasure ensues.

“Damn, you feel so good, baby. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

“Yes,” I scream. My vocal encouragement is enough to make him come completely undone. His pace quickens and I can’t hang on any longer. We both scream out as we fall over the edge together.

“Fuck. Shit,” Grayson says. He balls his hands into fists and his body stiffens. Something is definitely wrong.

“What’s the matter?” I ask nervously.

“Are you on birth control?”

His reason for being upset becomes apparent. He didn’t wear a condom. “Yes.”

“Shit, I never ride bareback.” His eyes close in frustration.

I understand he may be upset, but I have just as much reason to worry since he’s Mr. Casual Arrangement. There’s no telling how many women he’s been with.

“I’m clean if that’s what you are worried about. I was tested a month ago when Liam cheated on me and I haven’t been with anybody else since,” I grumble. “You’re the one with the experience here. I’ve only been with one other person besides you.”

“Look, I apologize. It’s just that I never go without a condom—ever. I do get tested regularly anyway. My last test was a couple weeks ago in preparation for my arrangement with you.” A look passes over his face, but I’m unsure what it is. Could it be regret?

The mood has changed and I know he’s done with me when he begins to put his briefs on. “Enjoy your bath before it gets cold. I’ll be in my room across the hall if you need me.” With that he disappears. I knew we would not be sharing a room so why does his leaving feel like a slap in the face? I can’t help but feel a little insecure. I just opened up to him about having only been with one other guy, and he goes off in a huff anyway. Is he turned off by my inexperience? Was he expecting more from me? His mercurial mood swings confuses me. I don’t know how to read him.

I ease into the hot water and lean back until I’m neck deep. I close my eyes and let the memories from tonight replay in my mind before everything got screwed up. Grayson is hands down the best lover. I was so caught up in the moment, that I’m just realizing I was able to experience an orgasm through penetration alone. Three times to be exact. He is so raw and gritty with sex, but at the same time he gives me unparalleled pleasure.

After soaking in the tub, I head to my bedroom where I find my suitcase sitting on the bed. Grayson must have brought it in from the living room. I quickly grab a tank top and panties. No sense in wasting the satin slips I brought since he didn’t stick around long enough to see me in it. Good thing I didn’t waste money buying that French nonsense from Agent Provocateur. I get into bed and slide under the luxurious feel of the down comforter. I can’t help but feel alone. A tear falls down my cheek and I brush it away. If I continue this arrangement I need to recognize it for what it is and what it isn’t. This isn’t a relationship, it’s two people satisfying their needs and nothing more. This is an opportunity to get fucked really well and learn what my body likes. I smile at this rationalization and I’m determined to make the most of it. I just have to remember to leave my heart out of it.

THE SUN SHINING brightly through the opened drapes awakens me. I make an attempt to close them but my thigh muscles protest. The ache is even deeper in my core, signaling that I have indeed been fucked well. I fall back onto the bed and giggle at Grayson’s proclamation that today I’ll remember who claimed my vajayjay. Well that wasn’t his word for it, but he is so crude. In my fit of laughter, I don’t notice that he’s entered the room until he’s standing over me.

“What’s so funny?”

The smile disappears from my face. Damn he’s going to think I’m nuts. I cover my face with my hands. “Nothing. I was just thinking about something.” I peek through my fingers to see if he’s buying it. He’s smiling ear to ear.

“Uh huh. I want to know. I will tickle it out you if I have to.”

“What?” Before I know it, he’s on me. His fingers dig into my ribs and my stomach and I can’t contain my laughter. “Okay ... okay. I will tell you. Just stop before I pee myself.” I am surprised at this fun side of Grayson, but I like it.

“Oh yeah, that would be really sexy,” he chides. He stops tickling me, but his hands hover as if he could pounce at any second. “Now tell me.”

I feel the heat flush up my neck. “I was thinking about your prediction that I would remember who claimed my vajayjay every time I move today,” I blush.

“I believe my exact words were beautiful pussy,” he says wickedly. “And do you?”

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I’m quite sore.”

“Umm, I see. We’ll just have to do something about that.” He crawls on the bed with me and I’m eager to see what he has in mind. “Lie back and put your knees up.”

I do as I’m told. I lift my hips as he slides my panties down my legs. His tongue travels a path from my instep all the way up my inner thigh.

WHEN HE REACHES my core, he breathes me in before taking the first lick to my clit. He begins a leisurely pace alternating between nibbling and sucking. My hand finds his hair and I tightly grip it to hold on for the ride. His tongue pushes inside me and I feel wetness pooling with each stroke. “God, Grayson, please don’t stop.” He answers my plea with ferocity and determination, pushing me into ecstasy. He swirls his tongue around my nub before pulling it between his teeth. The sensitive nerve endings have me bucking off the bed. Grayson stills my hips as he has his way with me.

“Keep still,” he warns. He adjusts my legs around his shoulders and lifts me slightly off the bed. I suspect this is to give him better control of my movements. He buries his face between my legs and continues his delicious assault. He licks me with fervor until I can no longer control myself. My legs begin to quake around his head and he growls in satisfaction. “Grayson,” I yell, holding onto each syllable as I orgasm. My body goes limp and I lie boneless on the bed. His ability to get me off so quickly is astonishing. It proves I’m not sexually inept; it just takes the right partner.

“Now that I had my morning breakfast, come eat before yours get cold,” he says with humor coloring his voice.

“What? But you didn’t ... ” I point to his erection straining against his silk pajama bottoms. His shirtless torso is a sight to beholden. I want to lick every grove of his sexy muscles until I reach his gorgeous cock.

“It’s okay for now. I have to meet with my father this morning. Delayed gratification will heighten my appetite, so be ready for me this evening.” He winks.

“You’re leaving?” I thought I’d have him for the whole weekend. I’m trying not to let my disappointment show.

“Yes. I sometimes have business engagements on the weekend and it makes it easier to pick up where we left off if you’re already here. This is why the weekend arrangement was so prudent. I need complete access to you.”

He gauges my reaction. “I’ve reserved a private cabana by the pool today. Relax and get a massage. I promise to make it up to you when I get back,” he says, smiling.

“Fine,” I mumble. I head to the bathroom for a shower, but I’m pulled into his arms. His mouth captures mine in a sensuous kiss. As I suck on his tongue I feel my frustration melt.

“Eat first then shower, baby. I have some breakfast choices in the dining room for you.”

He smacks my ass and I smile. “Okay.”

“I have to finish getting ready, but I should be back by four.” I feel bereft when he releases me. I grab my robe hanging on the chair and head to the dining area. Wow. There is no way I can eat all this. Belgian waffles, yogurt, cereal, orange juice, pastries, and an omelet spread across the length of the table.

“I didn’t know what you would like,” he whispers while kissing that sensitive spot behind my ear. And just like that, I’m aroused again. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He wants me worked up and ready for him by the time he gets back. I hold back the urge to beg him to take me now.
I have never been this insatiable.
“Eat what you want and someone will be by in an hour to take the rest away.” He’s fully dressed now and his body is just as arresting. He’s wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt sans tie. The first two buttons are undone, slightly exposing his strong neck and manly chest.