Page 49 of Lilies in Autumn

He chuckles, finding humor in my response. “You must have forgotten how you like it, vixen.” His hand snakes down, cupping my sex through my leggings. “You’re already so fucking wet for me that I can feel it through your tights. Does my girl need a reminder of how I eat her pussy?” Grey’s fingers begin moving, rubbing lazy circles, and driving me fucking crazy.

Every time I’ve taken care of myself in my dorm, it’s been the memory of Grey’s touch that finally brings my orgasm. But honestly, I didn’t give him enough credit. His movements are so controlled, but I can feel the tension radiating off him, as though he’s doing everything he possibly can to hold back. His fingers continue exploring me, alternating between slow strokes and even lazier circles around my fabric-covered clit. I start to move my hips, doing anything I can to increase the pace Grey set. I start to grind against him, arching my back as soon as I feel the climax start to come, but he pulls back, sliding his hand up and over my hip to grab my ass.

He stills my hips and kisses my lips softly. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, working me up just to bring me back down with no relief. Dickhead.

He spends long minutes kissing me, teasing my lips and tongue, before finally gliding his hand back to the heat between my thighs.

“Grey,” I plead. His name is a benediction on my lips, and I’m praying to every deity that has ever existed to not smite me for idolatry before he can get me off. “Greyson, please, I need more,” I plead, ready to drop to my knees if that will increase the pressure of his hand.

“Tell me that you’re mine, Ava. Tell me that we’ll deal with this together,” Grey whispers into my ear, feathering his fingers over my soaked leggings.

“Greyson,” I growl. I don’t even recognize my voice. “Don’t you fucking dare pull back.”

Grey leans over me, placing his mouth beside my ear. “Then give me what I fucking want, Ava.”

Fuck it. At this point, my body can be in the campus newspaper, and I won’t give a shit as long as I can come. “Fine, but we’re talking about this afterward.”

His hand leaves me entirely and I groan. “Greyson, what the fuck?”

“Vixen, we’re talking about this now. Tell me that you’re mine; use the words I know you have built up in that brain of yours.” He would make this difficult, not accepting my half-assed agreement. Again, such a dickhead.

“Greyson, the apple of my eye, star of my evening sky, commander of my universe.” I pause for dramatic effect. CeCe would be proud of me; I’m using her for inspiration right now. “Oh, handsome one. I declare that I am yours.” I look him in the eye, daring him to complain about my second delivery.

“Such a smartass. You forgot, ‘Defiler of your virgin pussy.’” With that, he grabs my ass with both hands before lifting me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Grey, what the fuck? Put me down.”

There’s a sharp sting on my ass. It takes me a moment to comprehend that he just smacked my ass.

“Did you just hit me? Greyson!” He starts to move faster, not deterred at all by my extra weight. He refuses to answer me, just chuckling to himself like a fucking lunatic as we make our way down the hallway and toward his bedroom.

“Greyson, I swear to all that is holy. I will knee you in your testicles if you don’t put me down this goddamn second.” We reach the door, walking through it before he locks us in.

One minute, I’m upside down over his shoulder, screaming at him to let me down, and the next I’m tossed on the bed.

“Jesus, Grey. You could warn a girl first. What if I got motion sickness, or didn’t want you to manhandle me?”

He stands at the foot of the bed, shaking his head at me with a small smirk on his face. “But you didn’t, and you did. Now, stop talking and listen to me.” He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. His tracksuit should make him look like a dad bringing his kids to soccer practice, but somehow, he looks sexier than normal. I consider that train of thought; Grey as a dad is also hot. Freaking hot.

“Okay,” I start. “But one question before you bulldoze the entire conversation.”

He sighs, probably trying to figure out why he’s interested in me. “What about dinner? Please tell me that you don’t have anything in the oven. I know there’s the omelet, but you’re not going to burn the house down in your lust haze, right?”

“No, Ava, the house will not burn down.”

I nod, knowing that he probably will spank me again if I ask another question right now. Not that I’m entirely opposed to that, but time and place.

“Now, you agreed to be mine, so I need you to understand what that means. This body? Mine. Your kisses? Mine. Your fucking thoughts and feelings and insecurities? Mine to listen to, mine to evoke, mine to expel. Do you get that, vixen?”

My mouth is dry, all the moisture traveling south from his little display of possession. I nod my head in agreement.

“Fucking good. Do you know what else is mine?” he asks, walking toward the bed. “Your sweet little cunt, all of your goddamn orgasms, and every single drop of cum in your body. Do you want to get off? You do it with me, for me, or because of me. There’s no one else that touches this besides me and you.” He drops to his knees, pulling my legs forward until my ass is perched on the edge of the bed.

“Ava, tell me you understand. I’m a possessive asshole and I don’t share. I will not share you; that’s why I’m not worried about the goddamn picture because I will destroy anyone that sees it and anyone that shares it.” His hands trail up my calves, his thumbs pressing against every pressure point as he advances up my leg. I hold my breath, anticipating the feel of his fingers on my inner thighs. With anyone else, in any other situation, I would feel self-conscious knowing that a man was about to have an intimate viewing of the stretch marks decorating my body, but Greyson is different. He’s seen me naked, twice now, and seems more desperate than ever to see my body again.

“Ava, do you understand?” His hands still on my knees, refusing to go further until I agree to every single thing he’s laid out for me.

“Yes, I understand.” I don’t hesitate. He starts to move again, reaching just below my sex before I place my hands on top of his, pausing his exploration. “But I have one condition.” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.

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