Page 61 of Not Her Day to Die (Star-Crossed #2)
A xel isn’t letting me come.
The realization is both frustrating and confusing. I want more than anything to finish what he started, but besides the help of the road he is barely allowing me to move, keeping me in place. When we are nearly home, I realize I really need to get off.
Off of his cock.
But he holds me in place. “Just a bit longer,” he whispers in my ear. “We’re driving him crazy.”
Stiffening, I know exactly who he is referring to.
Understanding circulates through me, Axel was playing another one of his games. His tumultuous psychotic games.
We whip into the garage and then Grayson throws the car in park. Less than a second later, he wrenches the back door open. He ignores Axel entirely, reaching over and plucking me off of him.
“You’re an asshole.” Grayson tells him as he tugs me over his shoulder. His hand landing on my ass as he marches us inside.
He doesn’t stop until we are in his bedroom. He tosses me unceremoniously onto the bed, and I land on my back. Raising myself up on my shoulders I watch as he quickly relinquishes his clothes. He frees his cock first and it springs up towards his stomach.
He’s already hard.
“Grayson? ”
His eyes are dark, unfocused as he heaves in and out.
“Do you know what you do to me, Sunday? How that was literal torture listening to your muted mewls? Knowing what you were doing inches behind me? I wanted to take you off of him and have my way with you in the middle of the road. And that dress? That fucking dress, it’s a snare.
” Fully naked, he marches to the foot of his bed, staring down at me.
Reaching behind me, I open up the nightstand, and just as expected, I find a condom, but I also find a small metal bullet. A vibrator. I throw both at him.
He catches them, smiling. “Good girl.”
It is hypnotic how he rolls the condom down his length, how he keeps my attention, how the typical controlled Grayson is on the verge of erupting. Of letting loose the reins that he usually holds so tightly.
And it is because of me.
I do this to him.
My emotions blossom and billow. “Grayson,” I murmur, looking up at him through my lashes, an invitation.
That’s all it takes.
He wastes no time on formalities. Reaching out, he grabs hold of my ankles and tugs me to the very edge of the bed before forcing them to wrap around him.
He lines up and then he slowly works his way into me. One of his hands brings the metal bullet up to my clit. “I bought this for you,” he admits as he places it onto me.
The words are a mash as my mind turns into a muddled mess. Axel edged me in the car— and painfully so —it takes less than three seconds with the vibrator on my clit and his cock buried inside of me for my vision to blur and my body to shake and writhe in pleasure .
Grayson smiles down at me. Withdrawing the toy, he allows me to relax, for my orgasm to fade, and then he brings it back.
Hypersensitive, I attempt to wriggle away from it, but Grayson holds it in place, offering a knowing look, his eyebrows pinched in concentration. “I love watching you fall apart. I want to see it over and over again.”
His other hand finds my hip bone to stabilize me, to keep me in place.
“You truly are made for us aren’t you?” That is the last he says before he begins to rock into me, the vibrator amplifying the sensitivity of my nerves.
It is too much. It isn’t enough. I need more. I need less.
“Grayson!” The scream is harsh and biting, but I have been shoved unceremoniously off an edge again.
The buildup Axel created has left me poised and ready, my body eager to fulfill every missing orgasm it was denied.
And Grayson is here to wring each and every single one of them out of me.
He quirks his lips as I convulse around him again.
“Two,” he says. “You’re going to give me one more. You can do that, can’t you, baby girl?”
Whimpering, sweat has formed on my forehead, but he releases my hip to wipe it away.
“That’s a good Sunday.” Again he removes the vibrator, and in the interim he peppers me with kisses. Across my cheek, my nose, my forehead, my lips.
Then he is placing it back, and this time, it is nearly unbearable.
But then he is snapping his hips and his cock draws my attention, thick and hard, it is relentless as he pounds into me. He presses a button on the vibrator, and the speed increases.
My muscles poise and tighten, forcing me along towards another drop .
“Just like that, you can do it, can’t you?” Grayson’s gentle tone is at odds with the forced pleasure he is wringing from me.
But I am enjoying all of it. Every piece of this encounter will join my sacred memories.
Grayson growls and his movements turn frenetic.
“Cum!” he demands of me, less gentle now.
“I–”
He speeds up the vibrator again, and this time, my body listens to him. When the waves release from me, the liquid pleasure escaping, this time I know what it is. But my cheeks brighten nonetheless.
Grayson’s eyes light up, his lips lift in the most cocky of smiles. “You squirted all over me.” He praises me, “Such a good girl.” Bending over, he peppers me with kisses again. “Now let me get you cleaned up.”
And just like that, my shame is a distant memory as he withdraws from me before guiding me to his bathroom.