Page 78 of Rebellion

I Scream, You Scream

Gray didn’t wait halfa heartbeat. He slid two fingers inside of me drawing out my moan. “That’s my girl.”

It felt so silly to be pleased by his words. But I was. I needed to concentrate, damn it. Not get caught up in the swirling lust he’d already wrapped me in. This subterfuge had to work and it all depended on my ability to hold back the rising tsunami of pleasure inside me, and Gray’s ability to call it forth at will.

I turned my head to the side, away from his face, grasping for any way to avoid being absorbed in his power.

He grabbed my chin and pulled it back pulling my lips to his. He bit at my lip, punishing me. The sting flew through my body and I had to suck in a breath to stall the excitement his bite gave me.

“A little bit of pain, a little bit of pleasure.” Gray slid his fingers out of my channel and across my clit, once, twice, three times.

God, it felt so good. I wanted to give into him, let him make me come. Not yet. My own commands were mere wisps compared to Gray’s.

“I know you like that, but my love, you are not allowed to come until I say so.”

Why, oh why did he have to say that? Knowing I had to give my control to him in that way sizzled through me, making me hotter, wetter, and wanting it so much more.

He let go of my chin and dragged his fingers down my neck, following the flow of blood, finding my pulse point. He pressed lightly feeling the thump thump thumpity thump. “I want to feel your heart racing, fighting to hold your orgasm back.”

Oh, yes, yes. I wanted that too. Screw Foster, Hawk and Lilly. “Then fuck me.”

“Still trying to top from the bottom? I thought you’d learned that lesson.”

Nope. “Fuck me, Gray.”

“You’re a naughty thing, and you’re going to be begging me to stop in another minute.” He was toying with me too much and had barely touched me. I didn’t want us to be called on for cheating.

Not likely.

Gray bore down on my throat on one side with his thumb finding my pulse once again. “Ready, to scream, my angel?”

I couldn’t nod because he held me too tight. “Hmm.”

He pushed back inside of my pussy, thrusting several times and then up to my clit. He spread my labia with his thumb, drawing my clit out of the hood, exposing it to his torture. He flicked over it, circled the hard bud with two fingers and my legs clenched. He found exactly the right spot and it was so damn sensitive.

“Yes, Gray. There.”

He flicked and rubbed faster and faster, driving me toward orgasm. He knew my body too well. Knew how to play me so that I was ready to come in mere minutes. My inner walls fluttered. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I didn’t want to.

But Lilly. Dear Madre de Dios, please let her be suffering as I was, close to breaking.

Gray let up on my throat just the fraction of a centimeter I needed. He whispered, “Don’t come yet, Angel. She’s not ready yet. There’s too much pressure on her. She can’t relax and play the game.”

Fuck. I was beyond ready and Gray was already doing what he could to keep me from coming.

I almost didn’t care. “Please, Gray. Please.”

“Yes, that’s it. I told you there would be begging. I love it when you beg me. Remember, love, this is as much for my pleasure as yours. Hold it back for me, let me see how high I can push you.”

His fingers flew faster and faster over my clit and it fluttered. I was so close, but for Gray I could...no, I couldn’t. God, please, please.

“Angel, look at me.”

I found his face in the haze, blinking, trying to focus on him. “Please, Gray.”

“Eyes, right here. See how you please me. This orgasm is mine. Don’t you take that away from me.”

“Yes... Sir.” It was the only way I could make it, to give in fully to Gray, here in front of the whole world narrowed to only the two of us.

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