Secrets, Lies, and Summer Skies

Chapter Eighteen

The gasps rolling from my parted lips grew into moans. I rolled my hips against Grayson's hand, inviting his fingers deeper, harder, faster. "Fuck, Grayson," I moaned. "I'd have fucked you in the car. I'd fuck you anywhere. I need you inside me so bad."

His lips left my breasts and Grayson grasped a fistful of my hair to force me to lower my head. My mouth was claimed in a passionate kiss, my moans rolling over his probing tongue as his fingers fucked me with vigor. My pulse thundered in my ears and pleasure swelled in my stomach. One of my hands was lost to his soft hair, the other dug into his shoulder, my nails marking his skin. Our bodies rocked together, and I soon tore my lips from his as I fought to fill my lungs with enough air to cope with the impending orgasm. It hit me like a train, charging through my body carelessly, violently. Moans turned to cries which tore up through my throat and echoed around the glistening tiled walls. Grayson clutched me close as I came over his fingers. Wave after wave of it flooded forth. Lights exploded behind my eyelids and with every additional thrust of his hand, I was sent tumbling beneath the surface of this tumultuous ocean of unbridled pleasure, cast so far into the depths that I didn't know if I'd ever break the surface.

"Fuck, Chaise," he swore against my shoulder as I leaned into him for support as he drew out every moment, always seeking more than I thought it was possible to feel. "Come for me, baby. Come as hard as you fucking can."

"Fuck me," I begged through my moans. "I want it now, Grayson."

I might have been ready to throw caution to the wind and succumb to my most basic instincts and desire, but Grayson was still sensible of the responsibilities that came with being a considerate lover. Powerful though he might have been in the bedroom, he wasn't ignorant of our need for protection, nor just how dangerous it might be for two people to carelessly fuck in a solid, slippery bathtub. One wrong move and someone could hit their head and, honestly, it would be awkward as hell to have to explain that injury away to a team of paramedics.

"Such a naughty, impatient girl," he chided. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours. But it'll be on my terms. I say when and where. Do you understand?"

I was too lightheaded from my orgasm to understand much of anything if I was honest, but I still nodded to appease him. It was a testament to how much I trusted Grayson. I mean, I'd always trusted him, but to throw myself into his power sexually was another matter. There was always a risk of finding a lover who didn't understand your body or limits. Maybe even someone who would pressure you into going further than you wanted. I didn't believe for a moment that Grayson was such a man. Our sex was rough, but there was always care, questions, and consent. I knew that if I drew a line, he wouldn't dare to cross it.

The water had grown tepid around us, and in a way, it was a relief to get out. Grayson was first out of the tub. I'd slipped back so he could disentangle his legs from mine. I couldn't help but stare at his naked body, always enthralled by the sight of him. It seemed crazy to me that I'd been ready to give up on Grayson. That I could've found someone else for a rebound and denied myself everything he had to offer.

Grayson stepped onto the mat and carelessly wiped himself with one of the hotel's fluffy white towels. I placed my hands on the edge of the tub and exerted all my strength to get to my feet. Grayson had turned my legs to jelly, and I didn't trust that they could support me. He was ready to wrap me in the towel he'd used and hoisted me effortlessly into his arms. I curled against his chest and basked in his warmth. Grayson carried me like I weighed nothing at all through to the bedroom.

It was then that I realized he did not, in fact, have phone calls to make while I took a bath.

He'd been setting everything up for this moment.