Page 68 of Shattered Mind

He returns shortly after carrying a toothbrush still in the packaging. He holds it out to me. “Spare toothbrush for you to use.”

“Thank you.” I take it gratefully and move past him towards the bathroom.

I throw my hair up in a messy ponytail using the hair tie I keep around my wrist before brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face. It’s not my usual nighttime routine but it’s the best I can do.

Making my way back into the bedroom, I find Grayson already tucked beneath the dark grey sheets, his tattooed chest bare with one arm slung behind his head.

Jesus fucking Christ, the man is a God.

He gives me a tired smile as I round the bed and climb in on the other side. It feels a little strange being in a bed with him that we didn’t fall into as we tore at each other’s clothes and Grayson makes it even stranger when he flicks off the light, turns on his side before reaching his hand out and pulling my body towards him, situating me as the little spoon.

I’m frozen for a moment, blinking into the darkness in surprise at the sudden turn of events, but as the warmthfrom his body wraps around mine, I finally feel myself relax and sleep consumes me.

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I wake to an unfamiliar heat at my back, and I shift against it, a small moan slipping free from my lips as I nestle closer to the warmth.

A deep groan sounds from behind me as a hand clamps down on my hip and my eyes fly open. The room surrounding me is dark and I blink in confusion as I try to recollect the night before.

“Blue, unless you’re planning on climbing on top of me, I’d stop doing that if I were you,” Grayson’s voice is thick with sleep and my muscles quickly relax as I remember I’m in his bed and not some strangers I picked up at a bar.

It’s then that I register the hard length pressed against my ass and I push back against it. Grayson’s hand moves from my hip, wrapping around me and under my t-shirt as he cups my breast.

He flicks his thumb across my nipple, and I suck in a small breath, circling my ass against him in invitation. The movement has his cock slipping between my thighs, the tip brushing against my clit with the perfect amount of friction.

He hooks one finger in the side of my thong, and I part my thighs a little as he pulls the fabric down my legs and discards of them. With my underwear out of the way, every sensation is heightened as Grayson thrusts his hips forward in slow, teasing motions that sends pleasure soaring through my centre.

Wetness pools between my thighs with each pass of his tip against my clit, allowing his length to slide against me easier and taking me closer and closer to the edge.

His thumb continues its torture on my nipple, swapping every so often to show the other the same amount of attention. Grayson’s breath is hot against my neck as he runs his stubble covered lips across my shoulder and up to my ear, sending my senses into overdrive.

I lift one leg, wrapping it around the back of his and bring one hand between my thighs where his length slides against me. I place my fingers on the underside of his cock, applying a small amount of pressure against it as he moves back and forth between my folds.

“Fuck,” Gray mutters against my ear as he pulls back and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed the tip into me. He pulls my leg back further, hooking one arm underneath it to give him access to my clit and as his fingers connect with the sensitive bud, he thrusts all the way to the hilt. I cry out against the pillow at the fullness, but Grayson is undeterred. His hips snap back before thrusting into me again with a hoarse grunt.

“Jesus, baby, you take me so well.” The nickname has my walls tightening around him and I throw my head back as electric currents shoot through my body.

My thighs begin to shake, and I feel myself climbing higher and higher as he fucks into me from behind. His fingers circle my clit in rapid succession and my back arches as my ears begin to ring, and I fall over the edge.

Everything inside of me clamps down around him as he fucks me through the orgasm. Spots dance behind my eyes and time freezes as I ride the wave of ecstasy surging through my body.

Grayson doesn’t stop. He thrusts into me over and over until I can’t take it anymore and my body shakes violently. “Gray, its too much.”

“Give me one more, Blue,” he demands against my ear, his voice full of gravel and I shake my head against the pillow.

“I can’t,” I cry.

“Yes, you can. I want one more.” He rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m laying on my back on top of him.

“I told you not to start something you couldn’t finish. Now sit up and ride me,” he orders and the dominance in his voice has that earlier pleasure creeping back in.

I sit up, keeping our bodies connected and place my hands behind me on his chest. His muscles tense beneath me as I slowly raise my hips, testing the position, and drop back down on him.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he moans, and the sound alone is enough to bring me right back to the brink.

His hands grip my hips with bruising force as I find my rhythm and begin to ride him. I make slow movements at first, revelling in the feel of his length as it moves inside of me, but it’s not enough.

Keeping one hand behind me on his chest, I bring the other between my thighs and play with my clit as I gyrate my hips, taking him deeper and deeper each time.

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