Role Play (Plaything Book 4) Page 13

  The glass slipped from my fingers, but before it crashed to the floor, Grayson snatched it from midair.

  “Nice reflexes,” I said, my voice suddenly sounding nothing like my usual confident tone. He set the glass down on the small wooden table behind him.

  “Thanks. I have a reputation for moving fast.”

  More sexual innuendo and instead of taking it as my cue to duck out from between the man and the wall, I stayed there, glued against the wallpaper as if someone had put the paste on the wrong side.

  He lifted his hand and leaned his impressive forearm against the wall behind me, moving his body so that it was just an inch from mine. Heat radiated off his half-naked form. The warmth seemed to find its way beneath my robe and nightie. A swirl of it curled around my thighs and between my legs.

  “Something tells me, Jessi, that under the right circumstances and with the right person, you’d be less uptight. Hell, you might even have some fun.”

  “I have fun. I have fun all of the damn time,” I protested lamely.

  “Yeah? Prove it.” Before I knew what was happening, his hand reached up and tugged at the frail ribbon around my robe. The panels parted as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against mine. His tongue teased me, demanding me to part my lips. I complied.

  His kiss deepened. It sent a shiver of pleasure through me, reducing me to putty in his hands. Any tension or inhibitions I’d felt earlier flowed from my body, and I melted into his arms. And they weren’t just any arms. They felt powerful, secure, even protective as they folded around me.

  Grayson lifted his mouth from mine and lowered his kisses to my neck. My head lulled back as he dragged his mouth along my throat to the swell of my breast. He pushed the top of my nightgown down with his chin, his rough beard stubble scraping deliciously against my skin.

  He dropped his arms with a groan, grabbed my hand possessively and led me along the hallway like a shiftless kite on the end of a string. My head was light from the wine and his kisses. My feet fell, one in front of the other, trailing behind him until we ended up at my door. Grayson turned to me and pulled me into his arms as the door pushed open. His mouth devoured mine as he spun me around and backed me toward the bed. My robe fell to the ground with one push of his hand.

  He took hold of my wrists and lifted them out to my sides. He followed this rather bold move by staring hungrily at my body, a body now covered only by a papery thin, nearly transparent nightie. The lacy hem of the sheer garment landed at the top of my thighs.

  Grayson lifted my arms higher to reveal my lacy panties.

  “Those need to come off,” he said with complete confidence as if he knew damn well I wouldn’t say no. With the urgent need I was feeling to have him touch every inch of me, I had no intention of it.

  With some effort, I pulled my hand free and moved to push down my panties. He stopped my progress and shook his head.

  “I said they needed to come off. But they’re coming off my way.” If anyone else, and, particularly, any other man had spoken to me in such a commanding tone, I would have bristled. Instead, moisture pooled in my panties. I was nearly overwhelmed with the desire to have him strip me naked. He seemed to read my thoughts.

  Grayson reached forward and took hold of the edge of my panties. One good tug and the thin lacy strap holding them on my hips was shredded. The remnants of my expensive silk panties fell to the floor in a flimsy white pile of shiny fabric and lace.

  I reached up and ran my fingers across his chin. “Those were my only pair of panties.”

  “Good. Then I won’t have to deal with any more obstacles.” His mouth returned to mine.

  Lost in his kiss, I fumbled blindly for the edge of his towel. My fingers curled around it and I gave it a sharp tug. The towel fell on the floor next to my panties. The tip of his cock brushed against my belly, and I sucked in a breath.

  My mind was working in overdrive to convince me this was wrong. Wild sex with a complete stranger in the middle of a strange place, a place that had, no less, popped up out of an unexplained fog, had to be high on the random acts of insanity list. Still, I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

  Grayson’s tongue stroked my lips. He groaned against my mouth as my fingers curled around his thick erection.

  “Damn,” I uttered on a shocked whisper. I didn’t need to look down at the cock in my hand to know it was enormous.

  An arrogant grin tilted his mouth as his dark blue eyes glittered down at me. “I’ll take that ‘damn’ as a sign that you approve.”

  A warm, embarrassed blush started at my face and traveled down my neck and breasts.

  His smiled broadened as he gazed down at me. “And I’ll take that beautiful pink blush as a second sign.”

  I ran my hand from the base of his cock to the moist tip. He closed his eyes and grunted with frustration as he reached down and took hold of my wrist. “Hey, bossy lady, it’s time to relinquish control. If you keep stroking me like that with those beautiful, hard nipples pressed against that paper thin shift and those lush lips of yours still wet and ready for my mouth, then I’m going to spill my seed right here on the hardwood floor.

  His voice grew ragged and hoarse as he spoke. The sound of it was rough, raw and completely intoxicating. I wanted nothing more than to give up control. I released my hold on him.

  I was in a place that I would probably never return to and standing with a man who I’d probably never see again after tonight, it made for the perfect one night stand. I’d throw all reason and caution to the wind or, in this case, to the impenetrable fog that had me trapped here. I’d have that fun he’d teased me about.

  “For tonight,” I whispered, “I’m yours. Completely. No bossy lady in this room tonight.”

  He lowered his mouth to my ear and ran his tongue around the lobe. My entire body trembled with ticklish delight. He kept his mouth next to my ear. “Say the part about being mine again. It makes me rock hard to hear it from those amazing fucking lips of yours.”

  He straightened and gazed at me with his deep blue eyes in a way that nearly pitched me right over the edge of an orgasm.

  I lifted my mouth to his. “Tonight, Grayson, I’m yours . . . completely.”

  A low feral sound rolled up from his chest. He reached for my hand and led me to the foot of the bed. He turned me around. His body pressed up against mine. His erection pressed teasingly against my bottom as he reached down and took hold of both my hands. None-too-gently, he placed my hands on the wrought iron at the foot of the bed.

  He stepped back and kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. I moved to turn around into his arms, but he covered my hands with his to keep me in place. “Stay put, darlin’. You’re mine completely. Completely.” He lowered his mouth to my ear again. “I’m in charge.”

  His deep authoritative tone sent a frisson through me that was a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. At the same time, I’d never wanted anyone this badly. All I could think about was him taking rough hold of my hips and pushing his oversized erection deep inside of me.

  My wet pussy clenched at the mere thought of him standing behind me naked and ready. Part of me was still convinced none of this was real. But the part of me who didn’t give a damn whether it was fantasy or reality was begging for release.

  Grayson pushed his foot between my feet and nudged them apart. I felt him kneel down behind me. The earlier blush had returned as I thought about him eye level with my naked bottom. His fingers pushed the sheer nightie up above my ass, and before I could catch my breath at being so exposed, his mouth pressed against my naked ass.

  He kissed me and bit me lightly. I giggled in response.

  “You are fucking edible, darlin’.” Strong hands curled around my hips and he pulled my bottom out farther, exposing even more of me.

  It started with a light kiss against the wet folds of my pussy. That light touch sent a pulsating need through me. I reacted by pushing myself harder against his mouth. He responded by sliding his tongue
along my clit.

  My fingers tightened around the footboard railing. “God, yes,” I pleaded softly. “Please. Grayson.”

  He answered my plea with his tongue. He was skilled and knew just the amount of pressure I needed to make my clit throb. Callused fingers reached up and spread my pussy wide. His hand slid around to my clit as his tongue dove deep inside of me.

  I’d barely managed to catch my breath and grow steady on my feet when my pussy and entire body shattered into a glorious orgasm. I held firmly to the bed, almost unable to stay on my feet as Grayson continued to run his tongue against my most intimate parts.

  I was still reeling from it all when he straightened behind me. The heat radiating off his naked body was nothing compared to the burning hot words he growled in my ear. “Hands and knees, darlin’, I’m not finished with you yet.”

  My body was warm with the flush of what had just happened and the scintillating prospect of what was still to come. For a quick second, I grappled with the notion that I would regret this night, but it faded quickly as Grayson gripped my wrist and led me to the bedside.

  “Do you have—”

  With an almost predatory grin, his hungry gaze remained fixed on me as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out not one but an entire handful of condoms.

  My mouth dropped open as he showered the pillow with foil packages.

  “Coco certainly is a well-prepared hostess, isn’t she? But how did you know—”

  His mouth covered mine before I could finish my obvious question. I could analyze the whole damn thing, or I could continue on with the same wild abandon I’d exhibited moments ago when I’d let a virtual stranger press his mouth against my pussy and bring me quickly to climax. I was going with the latter. I could deal with puzzling things out tomorrow. Tonight, I wanted this, and I wanted Grayson, stranger or not.

  Chapter Eight

  “Darlin’, hands and knees now,” Grayson repeated just sternly enough to send a tremor of excitement through me.

  He waved his hand over the bed. I sat on it. I started scooting on my bottom to the center, but he grabbed my ankle to stop me. As handsome as he was smiling, he was dangerously breathtaking when he was serious. His perfectly chiseled jaw twitched under the beard stubble. But it wasn’t anger that was making the muscle in his face flicker. It was pure determination. He wanted me fiercely, and it sent a rush of heat through my body that I could only describe as pure delight.

  Grayson moved so swiftly, I hardly noticed him reach for the hem of my nightgown. He had it up and off of me before I could protest. Not that I had any plans of it.

  He reached forward and teased my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I bit my lip at the feel of it, a sensation that was exquisitely close to pain, but clung tenuously to pleasure. He had complete control of me with just those two fingers.

  His blue eyes darkened as the stained glass ceiling lamp cast a warm glow over the bed. “You’ve got a short memory, darlin’. I said hands and knees.” He leaned forward and took that same tender nipple lightly between his teeth. I sucked in a breath, unsure of what might happen next. He tugged the nipple a bit before releasing it.

  With a blush warming me all the way to my toes, I spun around and rose up on my hands and knees. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my ass. I was completely exposed to him, and the thought of it thrilled me. Once again, my pussy ached for the kind of satisfaction that would only come with a shuddering orgasm. I’d never come twice in a short span of time, but now I realized it was my lovers who’d been lacking and not me. I was teetering on the brink of pure physical ecstasy again and all the man had done was tease my nipple and demand I get up on my hands and knees.

  With arms and legs that were shaking with the idea of what was still to come, I crawled to the center of the bed and waited obediently, naked ass in the air and unstable limbs beneath me.

  I heard the foil package rip open. My breaths were coming short and fast, only adding to the dizziness that was swarming my head. And I was fairly certain the single glass of wine had nothing to do with it.

  The bed moved as Grayson lowered himself onto the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and I nearly lost my nerve. In a short moment of panic, I asked myself what the heck I was doing. But then his large hands gripped me firmly, and the tip of his erection teased my pussy. Before he entered me, he reached around between my legs and coaxed my pussy to fill with slick moisture by stroking my clit with the skills of a man who had done this many times before. A low cooing sound followed, and I was in such a state of arousal, I hadn’t realized at first that it had come from me. Handyman in deed, I thought wryly.

  His cock pushed in a few inches, staying out just far enough to make my fingers curl around the sheets in frustration. I pushed my ass higher, letting him know I wanted more of him. He responded with a sweetly stinging slap to my ass.

  I gasped and pulled instinctively forward. His erection pulled free, along with his magical fingers. I nearly collapsed in disappointment.

  “Do you want this or not, darlin’? A little begging will make my cock that much harder for you.”

  I lifted my bottom higher again and spread my thighs wider. “Yes, please, I want this.”

  He pressed the tip of his cock tauntingly against my pussy again, and his hand returned to my clit.

  “Want what?”

  “You,” I nearly screamed it out. “I want you to fuck me. Please!”

  His free hand gripped my hip, and he held me steady as he slid deep inside of me. Tears of release clouded my eyes as our bodies rocked against each other in perfect rhythm. It seemed just when I couldn’t take him in any farther, he thrust deeper, reaching my very core. And, all the while, he deftly strummed my clit, creating a symphony of sensations I’d never felt before.

  My arms could barely support my body, and my thighs shook with fatigue as I moved back to meet him each time. A cry shot from my mouth as my pussy tightened around him.

  “That’s it, beautiful, come hard for me.” His deeply erotic command rained down on my naked back, taking me over the edge.

  “Yes! Grayson, yes!” My body convulsed with the delights of a perfectly breathtaking orgasm. All the while, he filled my body with even more tender sensations as he pumped himself into me. Each time he met my pussy with more vigor and each time my body responded with another wave of pleasure.

  His movements quickened. He pulled his hand free from between my legs and held my hips sternly in place. The headboard tapped the wall, and the bed creaked in protest as he slammed into me again and again. His callused fingertips dug into my flesh. A deep groan rolled up from his chest as he came.

  He lowered himself over me, swept me against him, and we collapsed down onto the mattress in a perfect spoon. We pulled the covers up over us. Completely satiated from the long day and evening’s activities, and the secure warmth of his arms, I fell fast asleep.

  Chapter Nine

  A knock on the door was followed by a heavenly fragrance of something I couldn’t quite discern, but I was fairly certain it had originated with a fresh bakery item and hot coffee.

  I pulled the soft, downy quilt up higher over my shoulders, and as I moved the blanket, another scent, just as heavenly but for entirely different reasons wafted off the sheets. I reached behind me, but there was only an empty pillow.

  I sat up quickly and glanced around the room. The nightie and satin robe had been hung neatly over the end rail on the bed, but there was no towel or any other signs of Grayson. The tenderness between my legs made it clear that I hadn’t just imagined the whole thing or the man.

  Another knock startled me out of my haze. The knock was gentle and feminine. “Yes,” I called. “Is that you, Coco?” I pulled the cover up over my naked breasts. “Come on in.”

  The door opened and Coco poked her head around the edge of it. The age lines had disappeared completely, and she looked fresh-faced enough to do a face cream commercial. She’d replaced the head scarf w
ith a wide-brimmed straw hat. Her hands were full with a silver platter.

  “I thought since you were sleeping late, I’d bring up some coffee.” She placed the tray down on the nightstand. “I made some cranberry scones and freshly churned butter. Thought you might like it with your coffee.”

  “They smell and look delicious.” I glanced across the bed toward the robe. Again, as if she could read my thoughts, Coco picked it up and handed it to me.

  I pulled it on while she poured the coffee from a small silver pot. The rich scent of it drifted toward me.

  I looked around the room. “There’s no clock in here. What time is it?”

  She handed me the cup. She’d added just the right amount of cream, even though I hadn’t mentioned to her how I took my coffee.

  “It’s ten o’clock.” Coco pointed up to her hat. “I’ve been out planting roses.”

  I nearly spilled the coffee. “Ten o’clock? I haven’t slept that late since I was a teenager. That wine must have really done a number on me.”

  Her sparkling, all-knowing gaze swept across the other side of the bed where a deep impression on the pillow left no doubt that someone else had been sleeping next to me. Her mouth tilted and some of those phantom, wizened wrinkles appeared.

  I blushed again for what seemed like the millionth time since I’d arrived. Of course, I wasn’t completely sure I’d ever arrived. It seemed more that my car had been pulled in the direction of the Silk Stocking Inn.

  Coco politely changed the subject. “It’s a perfect day to be outdoors.”

  “Suppose I should drag myself out of this comfy bed then.” My eyes drifted shut as I sipped the coffee. “That is delicious.” I opened my eyes. “I really needed this. I’ll be up and out of here soon. I don’t want to overstay my welcome, and I really need to get back home.”

  Coco spooned a dollop of creamy butter on top of the scone. It melted over the sides, making sure to fill in all the nooks and crannies on its buttery descent. She handed me the plate. “What’s the rush, Jessi? It’s Saturday. No work today. This room is vacant for the rest of the weekend.”