Page 3 of Unrivaled

I’m not sure how long we make out, but it’s long enough for me to relax into him and enjoy his touch, the way his hands grip and squeeze and explore over my clothes until I’m grinding against the bulge in his jeans.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me down onto the bed with him, rolling over so I’m next to him.

He props himself over me on one arm, his other hand growing bolder as I sift my fingers through his short, dark brown hair. He smooths his hand down my side, then back up, his fingers sliding under my top, curling around my rib cage, his thumb stroking back and forth along the bottom of my breast. When I don’t object to that touch and instead push my chest against his in search of more sensation, his thumb moves higher, finding my nipple through the thin padding of my bra and teasing it to a hard peak.

He dips his head and claims my mouth in another deep kiss, all lips and tongue, his hand growing bolder, dipping into the cup of my bra, his skin shocking and hot against my bare breast. But he’s paying attention to my reactions, because when I suck in a breath, he slows, letting me get comfortable with his touch there before brushing my nipple with his thumb again, varying his touch until I’m arching and rubbing against him.

It’s different. The way he touches me is somehow both rougher and more gentle than the way Carter handled my boobs. He’d pinch and twist right off the bat, regardless of my reactions. And if I ever said I liked something, he’d dive right into doing that the next time with no warm up, no awareness that sometimes I’m more sensitive or that I don’t want the exact same move every time. Just straight to pinching and pulling, and if I asked him in the gentlest way possible to go easy or warm up to that or anything at all, he’d pout about me being critical of him in bed.

Somehow Gray doesn’t even need verbal directions—not that I could give them with his tongue wrapped around mine. He follows my body’s lead instead, which makes me bolder, letting my natural reactions take over rather than trying to suppress them so I don’t embarrass myself or hurt his feelings.

Nudging my knees apart with his knee, Gray settles between my thighs, hips pressed against mine, the hard ridge of his erection once again right. There.

He grinds himself into me, and our kiss gets more frenzied, more intense. When he pulls away, panting, his lips look as red and swollen as mine feel. With his eyes on mine, he reaches between us and pulls my skirt up, running his fingers over my panties. “This okay?”

Swallowing hard, I nod.

His eyes narrow a fraction like he’s not convinced, though his fingers keep caressing the cotton between my thighs. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I breathe, and that seems to be enough, because his fingers slip beneath the elastic, and he starts to pull my panties down.

“Lift up for me,” he murmurs, and I do. Dear god, I do.

He runs his hands up my thighs, the air cool on my wetness as he spreads me wider. “Look at you,” he says in that same quiet voice. “So wet for me already.”

My cheeks heat as a fiery blush races up my chest and over my face.

His eyes meet mine, and he chuckles softly, his fingers sliding through my wetness and gliding up and over my clit in a way that makes me gasp. Leaning over, he kisses me, his tongue diving into my mouth again as his fingers continue to work me slowly.

When I start pushing my hips against his hand, he slips one finger inside me, then two, moving them in and out of me a few times before sitting back on his heels again. He pulls his shirt off, and I can’t help enjoying the sight of his body. He’s leaner than Carter, but if anything I think he’s sexier. Or maybe that’s just because I don’t like anything about Carter anymore. I should probably stop comparing him and Gray, but it’s hard since that’s my only frame of reference.

Gray jerks his chin at me. “You wanna take your top off?”

My cheeks heat up again, but I jerk my chin down in a nod, planting my arms behind me and pushing myself back so I can sit up. I pull my shirt up and over my head, then reach behind me to unhook my bra, but stop when he gets a big grin on his face and shakes his head.

“Let me.”

Another furious blush, and there’s no denying the amusement in his eyes as he watches it wash over my skin. But he doesn’t comment on it, instead tipping my chin up with two fingers and kissing me briefly.

“Babe, these tits are amazing,” he says when he pulls back, cupping my boobs in his hands and holding them up as he stares down at them. Circling the nipples with his thumbs, he leans down and sucks on one, biting down gently before pulling away.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and retrieves a condom, holding it up with a raised eyebrow.

At my nod, he grins again, standing to shuck off his pants and underwear, and then he’s totally naked before me and rolling a condom down his dick.

I know I already decided to stop comparing him to Carter, but I really, really can’t help it. Because he’s packing a lot more heat than Carter.

He lets out another chuckle when my eyes go wide, his fingers wrapping around his dick and stroking himself. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” he asks.

Another jerky nod from me, another smile from him, his eyes hooded as he looks me over and bites his lower lip. “Lay back.”

I lower myself to my elbows as he climbs over me, resituating himself between my thighs, and I lie back against the pillows as he lowers himself to his elbows.

He claims my mouth in another kiss, this one surprisingly gentle, and then I feel the broad head of his dick pressing against my entrance. He withdraws, then presses forward again, sliding in just a little before pulling back, repeating this, going incrementally deeper on each thrust, until he moves my leg over, spreading me wider, and sinks all the way in.

With him inside me, it’s even more obvious how much bigger he is than Carter. I feel so full, stretched, stuffed.

I must let out some kind of sound, because he stays still, raising his head to look down at me, his eyes searching my face as he brushes a strand of hair off my neck. “You alright, baby?”

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