Page 16 of Laying it Bare Biker Style - Grayson

Loosening his grip, he brought his hand to my chin and lifted my gaze to his. He wore an amused smirk. “And I’ll give it up tonight as well. Because yours is the only pussy I want and I’ll wait until you are ready. I may love pussy. I love to eat it; stroke it; shove my fingers into it so I can then lick them off; and fuck it, but you will not be one of my conquests. I’ll gladly wait for yours because it’s going to be fucking mind-blowing when I get to indulge in it.”

His words sent tingles racing over my skin and the part of my body he wanted to explore grew wet as it throbbed with my excitement. But I didn’t have to say anything; he could tell my body’s reaction to him.

Dipping his head down, he pressed light kisses along my jaw and back to my ear where he gently nipped the lobe. “It’s your decision what we do tonight. We can just cuddle in bed. You can allow me to put my mouth and hands on you and give you a few orgasms and nothing else, I promise. Or you can give me all of you. You just let me know what you want tonight.” He sucked on the sensitive skin behind my ear and a shiver raced up my spine.

A moan slipped from my lips and my legs held a slight tremble. So I reached my hands up to grab onto his shoulders. God, I wanted him so badly. I wanted this to work between us.

His lips traveled down my neck to my collarbone to work their magic there. “I know I’m playing dirty, but I like things dirty.” He smirked against my skin. “Push me away or even give me a breathless no and I’ll stop. But I think a bigger part of you knows I won’t hurt you.”

My response was a panting sigh. Was I willing to take the chance he was being completely honest? He electrified my body like no one else ever had so I knew my body wouldn’t be left wanting. But what about my heart? And wasn’t every relationship a risk? I needed to get out of my head. Besides, I’d have Angel kick his ass if he hurt me. I think she’d do it. A small smile curved my lips. But so far he didn’t give me any reason to doubt him. It was my own head trying to sabotage things before they even started.

“So Princess, are you going to let me into your castle?” His lips journeyed to my temple where he continued to rain gentle kisses along my skin. More tingles lit across my body, zeroing in on my core.

“Why do you always do that?” Despite my arousal, a tiny giggle burst from me.

He pulled away to peer down at me with a huge grin. “What? Make you laugh? You have a nice laugh. I like hearing it and knowing I caused it. And I also want to ease your tension. You think too much about things. It’s good to be cautious and smart about stuff. And you are very intelligent. But don’t let your mind rob you of something really good. So Princess?”

“Are you the Prince or his adversary?” At that moment, I wasn’t sure why I cared so much. My body was pulsating in anticipation of what was to come. But a small part of my brain was still forceful enough to remind me of all I was risking here.

He released a huff. “I wouldn’t call me a prince, but I promise I won’t hurt you.” An honest answer as his blue eyes bore into mine. An intense heat burned in their midst along with something else I couldn’t quite identify, but had the sneaky suspicion it revealed a bit of his vulnerability to me.

Rising up on my tiptoes, I pressed open mouth kisses along his throat. “I want to give you all of me.” My words came out steady even as my heart raced erratically.

“Thank fuck.” He growled before slamming his mouth down onto mine. When I squeaked in surprise, he thrust his tongue inside to devour.

Once I managed to engage a few brain cells, I tangled my tongue with his and joined in the foray. Craft beer and his unique taste mingled to give me a slight buzz.

Releasing my mouth with a smack, he trailed his lips along my jaw again and then down my throat where he nipped lightly. “I’ll ravish your breasts later; I have to taste your pussy right now. I can’t wait another moment. I’ve been dying for a nibble, well more than a nibble. And a taste won’t be nearly enough either, but you won’t mind my starting there.” His hands skimmed down my sides to the waistband of my borrowed pants. And to my surprise, heslowlydrew them down my legs. “I momentarily forgot about you not wearing panties.” He growled.

I lifted one foot and then the other so he could remove the pants and toss them aside.

Kneeling in front of me, his hands on my hips, he stared up at me, his eyes blazing a raging blue. When his tongue slipped out to glide up my slit, my legs nearly buckled. “As delicious as I imagined.” Then he made several slow passes along my outer lips before he circled my clit. This wasn’t a slow build up; it was a devouring. But I couldn’t say I was surprised. His attentions were almost animalistic but he didn’t hurt me; just annihilated me with immense pleasure. Even the light scruff covering his jaw added amazing sensations. He ate my pussy like a man . . . well a man who loved to eat pussy.

Pressure built as the sensations multiplied and when he wrapped his mouth around my nub and sucked, the climax that surged through my body nearly knocked me on my ass and I screamed. “Grayson, that was so . . . I don’t even have words.” My head dropped back against my shoulders as my leg trembles increased. “But I’m going to . . .”

Grayson’s hands slid around to the bottom of my ass cheeks. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold you up. I don’t want to stop for even a moment so that you can lie down. I want morenow.” He shoved his tongue inside my wet heat and groaned as he lapped up all of my juices.

Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, more tremors vaulted across my center and I drove my pussy shamelessly into his face. I only acknowledged a fraction of embarrassment at my body’s immediate reaction. Grayson’s tongue was too talented to allow me to fully give in to feeling much shame. I shoved my hands into his hair to anchor myself to something. He didn’t wear it long like a lot of other bikers did. His black hair was cut short and had a bit of a style to it. If he hadn’t been wearing his cut when I had first met him, I wouldn’t have even suspected he was a biker.

“This is why I love pussy so much. But fuck, Brooke, your pussy tastes like the most decadent treat. You’ve ruined me for anyone else and I don’t even care. I don’t want anyone else.” His mouth returned to my pussy and he continued his erotic assault. Every one of his groans vibrated through me. As his tongue slid inside again, he pushed one of his fingers in to join the party and the carnal combination of the two had me racing toward another release.

And when his finger hit my G-Spot, my vision darkened for a moment as every nerve ending lit on fire, sending a mass of shivers to my belly a moment before I shattered and screamed his name again. “Grayson, yes! So so good.” As my orgasm crashed over me, my legs gave up the ability to hold me up so Grayson spun me and slammed my back to the wall, his hands on my waist securing me there.

“Guess I’ll just have to use my tongue. I need my hands for something else at the moment.” He shot me a wicked grin and then continued his relentless assault of my pussy, wrenching orgasm after orgasm out of me until I truly believed I was going to die or at least lose consciousness. His sexy groans of approval complimented my breathtaking – literally – journey down erotic lane.

I lost track of the number of orgasms he ripped from me. And ripped might have been too delicate of a word. His tongue was a magical sword, but the kind of devastation it brought was revitalizing. He reduced me to a puddle of goo and only the fact that he was holding me up prevented me from being that puddle on the floor.

“I could eat you all day, you are that fucking delicious. But I need to get inside of you and I think I’ve tormented your leg muscles enough for the moment.” Taking my limp body into his arms, Grayson kissed my forehead and then stood and strolled over to his bed. After depositing me in the middle, he tugged down his gray sweats and tossed them to the floor before joining me on the bed. His dick looked painfully hard. The tip of his shaft glistened with his pre-cum, the veins straining under the smooth skin all along his impressive length.Sweet mother of all that was holy, he was going to render me unconscious. Maybe put me in a coma. And I couldn’t find it in myself to care. My entire body hummed for it. He paused for a moment to slide on a condom he had snatched from his nightstand.

After crawling up my body, I expected him to slam right into me. Not that I would have minded. I was one hundred percent positive he would deliver a stunning finale for the both of us no matter the course he chose. So when instead he took my face in his hands, locked his blue eyes on mine, and slid in slowly, the swarm of emotions that had been overwhelming me since I had realized my growing feelings for him, crashed into me like a semi going ninety down the highway. Tears welled in my eyes and a few slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them.

“Hey. Are you okay, Princess? We can stop.” Using his thumbs, he swiped away the evidence of my inner turmoil. Clenching his jaw, his concerned gaze bore into mine.

But before he could retreat, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him inside of me. “I’m okay. You are just making me feel way more than I expected.”

“The orgasms are shorting out your brain?” He kissed my cheek tenderly.

“I really – ” Was this for real? Was he for real? Or was he this smooth with all of his conquests? I really didn’t think that was the case because he handled things differently with me than his normal right from the start. And he had said I wasn’t another of his conquests. However, I didn’t want to be more involved in this relationship than him. But so far he hadn’t given me any indication that was his angle. But I couldn’t help my concerns. They crept up on me at the most inopportune times.

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