Homewrecker Incorporated (12 page)

"How long did you two date?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on his happy expression in the photograph.

"A few years, but I don't want to talk about that right now."

I turned to face him. A mischievous smile lit his handsome face, but there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. I couldn't keep my eyes up for long, considering he'd lost his shirt somewhere in the short time we were apart. All thoughts of leaving evaporated at the sight. He hooked his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I gasped, but he swallowed the sound, pressing his lips to mine as he pushed me backward. His tongue flicked over mine and then retreated just before he did.

He sat down on the couch, pulling me with him before running his hands down over the bare skin of my knees and then around along my calves. My skin caught fire every place he touched, and I squirmed in anticipation. Kneeling on the floor in front of me, he slipped my shoes off and set them down carefully off to the side. Taking one foot into his strong hands, he rubbed his thumbs up from heel to toe. I groaned at how good his touch felt, unaware of how sore my feet were until then.

"God, that feels good," I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning back against the plush cushions while he continued with his skillful massage. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of each arch and then moved his hands up to my calves.

"You're so tense," he said as he worked his magic on my legs.

"I wonder why." I smirked, lifting my head up to look at him.

My desire flared as bright as ever seeing him down between my legs like that. His eyes were darker than before, clouded with lust as he watched me. I was certain the massage was over, but he kept going, taking his time working out the tension in my legs.

"I want you to fuck me, Grey."

"I know you do." His voice was low and sexy.

My hips rocked back involuntarily at his words. I sat up, reaching for him, trying to coax him up to me, but he resisted. He was so controlled, despite the emotions swirling in his eyes.

"I told you I was going to take my time savoring you, Claudia."

He kissed then licked up the inside of my calf up to my knee and then repeated the action on the other leg. Pushing my dress up to my hips, he spread my legs further apart and pressed his lips lightly against the inside of my thigh before nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. I squirmed, pressing my palms down into the couch. My pussy clenched with need. I wanted to grab his head and force his mouth to where it ached, but I resisted.

"I've been thinking about this since you crossed these beautiful legs in front of me in my brother's office. You knew what you were doing to me, didn't you?" He stroked his fingertips just outside the edges of my panties while he looked directly between my legs.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice husky.

"You wanted to tease me, didn't you?"

"Yes, God yes!" I replied as he let his fingers drift just inside the edges of the thin fabric.

"How do you like it, Claudia? Do you like being teased?"

"No, yes, fuck. I don't know, Grey. Please," I blurted out.

He reached under the crumpled material of my dress and gripped the sides of my panties. I raised my hips and he slid them down over my legs and tossed them onto my shoes. Grabbing the backs of my calves, he pulled me closer to the edge of the couch.

"I've been thinking about this pussy all day. I imagine you taste so sweet. Have you ever tasted yourself, Claudia?" He finally rubbed one finger between my swollen lips. "No," I moaned loudly. His touch felt better than I could have hoped.

"Tell me, is it sweet?" he demanded, sitting up and rubbing the same finger over my lips. I opened my mouth and he dipped it inside, letting me taste my own arousal. I closed my lips around his finger, watching him as I moved my tongue around it.

He growled and slowly pulled his finger from my mouth.

"Well?"

"Mmm, it's so sweet," I whispered. He groaned and bit his lip as he moved back down.

"I'm not sure I believe you."

I could feel his warm breath against my aching flesh. He inched forward ever so slowly. Finally, when I didn't think I could stand it a moment longer, he ran his tongue over my soft, swollen lips. My loud moan filled the otherwise quiet room.

"God, you're even sweeter than I imagined," Grey said, his voice gravelly.

He spread my pussy with his fingertips, groaning at the sight before he flicked his soft tongue over my clit and sucked it between his lips. I gripped the couch for dear life as he stoked the fire inside me until I was sure I was going to set us both ablaze. He pushed one and then two fingers inside me and I came apart, crying out as my walls pulsed around him.

He crawled up over me, pressing his mouth against mine and parting my lips with his tongue. Tasting myself on his lips, I was immediately turned on again, as if I hadn't just had the most amazing orgasm.

He pulled back and stood up, still wearing his pants.

"I need to be inside you, Claudia," he whispered, watching me as he unbuttoned his pants, which hung low on his trim hips. "Take off your dress."

His body was exquisite, as if he'd been Photoshopped with his perfectly chiseled pecks, well-defined abs, and golden tan skin. My gaze drifted lower to the obvious strain in his jeans and my mouth watered.

I stood and obeyed his command, slipping my dress up over my head and adding it to my pile on the floor. I reached behind my back to unhook my bra and removed the last stitch of clothing I had on.

"Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful," Grey said, running his gaze over my body as he slid the zipper of his pants down.

I watched his hands, biting my lip in anticipation. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his boxer briefs and slid them off with his pants, his torso blocking my view until he stood back up. I moaned, seeing all of him for the first time. He was fucking perfection, and his cock may have been the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs as we stood there staring at each other. I couldn't take it anymore. Walking forward, I reached for his huge cock but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me just before I could touch him.

I looked up at him, confused. He put his other hand on my shoulder and guided me down to my knees. My mouth watered with his swollen head mere inches away. Licking my lips, I moved forward and then stopped, glancing up at Grey for approval. Jesus, that was a whole new experience. Before then, I was always in control, in and out of bed, but with him, letting him drive was just so fucking hot.

He wrapped his hand around his thick base, pushing his hips forward just enough to brush it over my lips. My tongue shot out instinctually. He moaned as I swirled it around his tip before I sucked it into my mouth.

I can't honestly say I'd ever enjoyed giving head; I was good at it, but it wasn't really my thing until I tried it with Grey. The view of his perfectly sculpted abs, the delicious V cut into the sides of his pelvis like a map to the silky hard cock I was slowly taking further into my mouth. He bit down on his luscious bottom lip. It was the most erotic scene I'd ever laid eyes on. Grey tossed his head back and groaned as my lips moved further down his shaft while I flicked my tongue skillfully over the underside. 

"Fuck," Grey moaned as I moved my mouth back and forth over his cock. "Oh fuck, stop!" he said, pulling away. "That felt way too fucking good."

He pulled me up and crushed his lips against mine. He traced my lips with his tongue, first the top and then the bottom, requesting entry. I happily obliged, sliding my tongue against his while his hands stroked my back. He gripped my ass and hoisted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Still kissing me, Grey carried me across the room. He broke our kiss and started nipping at my neck. I moaned, opening my eyes to see we'd entered a long hallway. The walls were lined with artwork, some famous enough I recognized it, but all coherent thought left me when his fingers slid around my ass and slipped between my wet lips. I gripped his back, steadying myself as he pushed a finger inside me as far as he could, considering the awkward angle.

The next thing I knew, my back hit the downy softness of an overstuffed comforter. Grey crawled over me, placing soft kisses on my belly on his way up. He paused his journey to suck my taut nipple while he massaged my clit until I felt as if I was about to come again. Just as I was about to tumble over that exquisite cliff, he pulled his hand away. I cried out in frustration as he sat up and reached into the night table. My insides tightened as he took out and slid a condom over his cock. I was dying to feel every inch of him deep inside me.

Moving back over me, he held himself up on his elbows and stroked the side of my face with his hand. His eyes swam with emotion, but he remained silent. His hardness, trapped between us, pushed insistently up my thigh and over my pubic bone.

Grey lifted slightly, letting the thick weight of him slip down over my swollen lips. I spread my legs, giving him better access as he pressed forward keeping his eyes locked on mine as his tip probed my entrance. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the sensation overtook me and his girth slowly stretched me open. I cried out when he pushed the rest of the way in, the feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. He kissed my lips, my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, and whispered sweet things in my ears I pretended not to hear. I didn't do mushy sweet sex but God, I loved every second of it with Greyston Michaels.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern when I winced as he pulled out. The pain was exquisite.

"I'm, aah, amazing. Please don't stop," I begged breathlessly. I felt my orgasm rebuilding, but this one was different. The sensation coaxed from a deeper place as his pelvis rubbed over my clit and his cock hit that special place deep inside.

"I want to see you," he groaned, pulling out and rolling us until he was on his back and I was straddling him.

I started to move slowly at first, letting my body adjust to the change in position before I got into a good rhythm. His cock was easily the largest I'd ever experienced, and it was fucking amazing. He had the power to hurt me, but he seemed to know how to move just right, taking me right up to the edge of pain and eliciting a sort of pleasure I'd never experienced. His hands moved up my body and stroked my belly before finding purchase on my breasts. He massaged them both, rubbing my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers before he sat up and took one diamond-hard peak into his mouth while I continued to ride him.

The experience was like climbing to the top of a rollercoaster, the anticipation, the excitement building with each motion until I could see over the crest right before speeding down, but I didn't come all the way down. He lay back and stroked my clit with one hand as my orgasm peaked, bringing me to another immediately.

"That's it, come for me, baby." He sighed as he lifted his hips.

His body tensed with the approach of his own orgasm. Even as another orgasm overtook me, I couldn't take my eyes off his face. He stared right back; his eyes full of things unsaid, and I wondered if mine were the same. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before and it scared the shit out of me, but I was powerless to stop or escape it. I wanted to be there with him more than I'd ever wanted anything in the world.

He sat up again, rolling me onto my back without breaking our intimate contact. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside me as another orgasm ripped free. He continued to pump into me, his strokes growing harder before he dropped my legs and gave in to his own climax. His cock pulsed inside me as his weight pressed down on me as he breathed heavily next to my ear. Once the trembling passed, he lifted up, gazing into my eyes. This was typically the point where I started planning my exit, but leaving was the last thing on my mind.

"I could really fall for you, Ms. Winston," he whispered against my lips before kissing them. 

A knot of guilt shot into my stomach. I was going to hurt him. His use of that name reminded me of who I was to him, of the lie I was bound to and of all the people I was disappointing by being here.

I stayed silent when he pulled back, giving him a sleepy smile as my only response. I should have told him I needed to leave, but it was the only time I would have with him and I didn't want it to end.

He rolled to the side and pulled me to him so my back was to his front. My body clenched at feeling his lingering erection against my ass and thigh.

"I just want to hold you for a bit. Is that okay?" he said softly as he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"Sure," was the only response I could manage.

❖

Waking up in the morning, I had that feeling you get when you're waking up from an amazing dream wishing you could somehow go back to sleep and pick up where you left off. Except what I wanted to get back to wasn't a dream.

"Good morning." Grey stepped through the doorway, the dishes clinking on the tray he carried. My stomach growled as the aroma of bacon hit my nose. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I made a bit of everything." He set the tray down next to me on the bed.

I'm pretty sure my face lit up like a tree on Christmas morning. Several plates were piled with a variety of breakfast meats, eggs, hash browns, pancakes, and pastries, all of which looked divine.

"Oh my God, this is too much." I snatched up a slice of bacon with one hand while holding the satin sheet up over my still naked body. "I usually start the morning with black coffee and toast."