Page 68 of Unrivaled

He lets out a soft, sexy chuckle. “Oh, yeah. I’m feeling really good.”

With a coy smile, I give him an experimental squeeze with my inner muscles. “Anything you can think of that might make you feel better?”

Another low chuckle. “You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you? But you already know that.”

I shrug one shoulder. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I bet you don’t,” he says, his voice taking on a slightly darker edge. Lifting one of my breasts, he bends his head to take the nipple in his mouth.

Anticipating a repeat from earlier, I’m extra shocked at the quick, sharp pain before he laves my nipple with his tongue, looking up at me from beneath raised brows.

I give him a scowl. “I can’t believe you just bit me.”

Releasing my nipple, he gives me a dark smile. “Yes, you can. Ride me, baby. You know that’s what I want.”

“You gonna bite me again if I don’t?”

He purses his lips, squinting as he considers his answers. “You want me to?”

I suck in a breath, a denial on the tip of my tongue, but that short, sharp pain followed by pleasure seemed to send sparks straight to my clit.

His smile turns positively sinful. “Yeah, babe. I’ll bite you as often as you want. I’ll give you anything you need, got it?”

Nodding dumbly, I start to move, and some part of me deep down inside thinks his promise pertains to a lot more than just sex. But I’m not willing to examine that right now.

He lets me set the pace, and I take my time grinding and swiveling and sliding up and down, just enjoying the feeling of him inside me, the way he watches me, his eyes dark with lust, lids at half mast. His hands rub up and down my thighs, enough pressure to feel almost like a massage. He explores my whole body this way, every part he can reach in this position anyway, his fingertips pressing into my skin, kneading the muscles on my thighs, butt, and back, then moving to the front to caress my breasts, tweaking my nipples before kissing and sucking them sweetly. No biting, at least not for now.

One hand slides down my front, his thumb leading the way down, down, down, until he’s between my thighs, resting just above my clit.

My breath hitches as he draws little circles with it, close enough that I can feel it, but not in direct contact, slowly drawing out my pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he asks as I lean back, bracing my hands on his knees so I can move up and down and give him plenty of room to work.

I nod, biting my lip.

“Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

“It feels so good,” I whisper. “You make me feel so good.”

“That’s right. No one makes you feel this good, do they?”

I shake my head.

He lets out a soft growl. “That’s right. I know what you need, and I’ll make sure to give it to you.”

“Yesss,” I hiss out softly.

There’s no more talking after that, just soft sighs, low growls, and stifled moans of pleasure. His thumb on my clit circles lower, faster, and my hips move to match his pace. Soon I’m panting, so close, so so so close.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Yeah, baby. Give it to me. Let me feel you come all over me. Let go.”

And I do. My whole body tightens and shudders with the release, a wave starting at my center and working its way out.

Gray’s hands go to my hips and he keeps me moving through my orgasm, making it last as he moves my body for me, his hips rising up to meet me. All I can do is hang on and ride the wave as he chases his pleasure. He groans, holding my hips tight to his, grinding up and inside me as he comes, triggering a round of aftershocks that leaves me breathless and boneless.

Breathing hard, he rests his head against the back of the couch, pulling me down to his chest. I listen to the thud of his heart as it begins to slow back to normal, relishing in the feel of his bare skin against mine.

“God, I don’t want to move,” he says quietly, “but if I don’t, we might have a repeat of senior year after all.”

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