Page 52 of Lilies in Autumn

“Fuck, Greyson.” On instinct, I move my hands, grasping his hair and pulling him closer. He lifts his head and grabs my arms, placing them above my head again.

“That’s two, vixen. Let’s not make it three.” He captures my other nipple and bites down, nipping the sensitive skin before soothing the ache away.

He worships my chest, alternating between biting, sucking, and soothing. Grey spends long minutes outlining the curve of my boobs, dragging his tongue from my sternum to the heaviness just above my ribs. I’m covered in bite marks and bruises, and I’m not lying when I say that I think I can come from nipple stimulation alone. My hands grip his sheets, and I am ninety-nine percent positive that I’ve ripped his comforter trying to keep my hands off of him.

“God dammit, Greyson. If you don’t let me touch you, I’m—I’m going to—oh shit, fucking hell,” I grind out. I look down, trying to figure out the new sensation that has me fumbling with my words. Grey’s mouth is latched onto my nipple, sucking in hard, greedy pulls while his hand cups my sex, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt through my body.

All it takes is one pass over my clit and one more tug on my nipple and I’m detonating. Not caring about the threat Grey proposed, my hands bury in his hair and pull his lips to mine, attacking his mouth as I buck and thrust and die against his hand.

“Fuck,” I breathe into his mouth, still thrusting my hips into his hand as I ride out my climax.

Grey smiles against my lips, and I’m sure he’s looking smug as fuck. “That’s three, vixen. Turn that pretty ass over.”

Greyson

“Oh, hell no. Absolutely not,” Ava complains against my lips. “Right now?”

I don’t bother responding, knowing she’ll give me shit anyway, and fuck it, I warned her what would happen if she touched me. I climb off my little vixen and stand at the foot of the bed. Not giving her a minute to figure out what’s going on, I pull her legs down until they’re set on the floor and then flip her over, hiking her ass in the air.

Fuck, her heart-shaped ass looks good like this. I’m not going to fuck her for the first time like a dirty little slut, bent over and ready for my cock. But we will be adding that to the goddamn rotation. I slide my hands up her ass, squeezing her cheeks together. Fuck, that’s hot too.

My dick is leaking on the fucking hardwood. I need to make this quick because there’s no way in hell I’m going to last much longer without her tight pussy wrapped around me.

“Greyson, what the fuck are you doing?” she screeches, and if it weren’t for how hard I am right now, I’d probably find it more amusing.

“Quiet, vixen. Or do you want to make it four?” My girl doesn’t respond and instead grips my sheets while seething silently. She’s probably trying to figure out how to kill me in my sleep and get away with it. I’d be worried if her little pit bull was here because she’s scary as fuck. Ava’s soft and warm and sweet; she doesn’t seem like the black widow type.

But, then again, what the fuck do I know?

“Good girl,” I praise, trailing a hand over the hip. She preens under the compliment, thrusting her ass out even farther. I fucking love how responsive she is to my touch and my words.

I run a hand over her ass, gently petting the plump curves before rearing back and delivering three sharp smacks against her right cheek. Red blooms on her skin, and I have to rein it the fuck in before I slam my pierced dick, or “monster cock,” as she called it, into her tight heat. I’m reciting basic accounting principles, trying to tame my dick, when Ava looks over her shoulder, wide-eyed and pink-cheeked.

“Fuck, vixen, you should see yourself right now.” She ducks her head, burying it into my bed.

Ava mumbles against the comforter, her words barely discernible. “What?” I ask.

“Grey, I need you. That was…” She pauses, considering her words. “I just need you.” She turns over and moves to the center of the bed. I watch her, cataloging every inch of her skin, every expression on her beautiful face.

“Are you sure?” She nods. “Words, Ava. I need words.”

“Yes, I’m sure. Please.”

“Are you on birth control? I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since, fuck, a while.” I have my test results on my nightstand, ready to show her and put to rest any doubts about my commitment.

“Yes. And I trust you, Grey.” I’ve tasted her, fingered her, and sucked on her nipples until they were raw, but nothing turns me on as much as her trust. Warmth spreads in my chest, and I know it’s not just my dick that loves the idea of Ava’s faith in me.

Crawling onto the bed, I move my body over hers until I’m bracing my forearms against her head. I brush my lips against hers, gradually deepening the kiss from playful brushes to fucking with our mouths. I work my hand down Ava’s body, not stopping until I reach her pussy.

“Fuck, vixen. Did taking my punishment like a good little girl turn you on? You’re fucking soaked.” I sink a single finger inside, circling her tight opening before adding a second finger, preparing her as much as possible. “Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?” I scissor my fingers inside and rub her clit with my thumb; she’s trembling beneath me, and I feel her pelvis push forward, trying to take me in deeper. She’s wet as fuck and taking my fingers well, but I’m not small and my piercings are going to rub against her inner walls, making her feel things she probably never thought she would.

“Come for me, vixen. Let me feel you come against my fingers, baby.” Like my words are a command, Ava’s body responds. I swallow her gasps and feel her walls contract against my fingers, milking me until my entire hand is covered with her juices. Pulling my fingers out, I position myself at her entrance and pause. Looking up at her, I ask, “Ava, are you ready, baby?”

She nods her head and grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer. “Please, Grey.”

“I’m going to go slowly, baby. Tell me if it hurts, if it’s too much, and I’ll stop.” It’ll fucking kill me, but I’d rather die with blue balls than hurt her. Staring at her face, I push the head of my cock through her folds, getting her used to the intrusion. “Okay, vixen, I’m going to the first rung.” I push forward, feeding her my cock until the first piercing disappears into her pussy.

I grit my teeth, steeling myself against the feel of her wet heat surrounding the few inches she’s taken. “Good girl. Are you okay?”

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