Page 17 of Craved By Gray

His mouth is on mine the second the door clicks shut behind us. I barely notice when the straps of my backpack slide off my shoulder and the bag thunders to the floor, uncaring that the move could damage my laptop. I can’t think past this man’s firm mouth or the way his body feels against mine.

Gray kisses me like he’s drowning, and I hold the air he needs to survive on my lips. His arms go around me, and I sigh into the kiss at the warmth of this body and the unsteady beat of his heart. I whimper as our tongues search for each other, tasting beer on his and getting drunk on it, getting drunk on his taste. My hands find their way to his shoulders, and I push back his jacket, my fingers searching his firm chest and tracing the solid lines in feverish need. He shrugs off his jacket, allowing me room for my curious fingers to explore.

His hands move to my butt, fondling my cheeks as he devours my lips, leading me deeper into the apartment. My sex pulses needily, growing slick with heat as he fondles my bottom with those big hands.

Like most girls, I’ve thought about my first. Obsessed over it. I allowed myself to daydream obsessively over what I wished my first time would look like, while knowing fully well I wouldhate every second of it. That was back when I was sure I would end up with someone my father picked for me.

It’s different now.

With Gray, I can’t help but crave it. I want him. Lord above, I want him to take me. If I never have anything else in my life, at least I’ll have this. A first shared with a man that sends my heart racing and body trembling with need.

If nothing more comes of this, at least I’ll have the memory of him. Of his touch.

He’s perfect. Everything I learn about this man is another reason to want him, and I allow myself a second to mourn the fact that I can’t have this forever.

No, I can’t think about it now.

Here’s here. I have him now. Whatever happens in the future is out of my control, but in this moment, I will allow myself to feel. To dream and hope.

To love and be loved.

We break apart for air, and his eyes are dark when they drop to mine. “Your bedroom, now,” he demands, and I simply nod to the door on our left. Gray’s lips are back on mine, seeking—demanding—as he guides me to my bedroom. He reaches behind me to open the door to let us in, and when I push back to study his eyes, it’s to find them centered on me.

“I want you naked on that bed,” he says, his mouth falling on mine once more, the kiss rough and hot, it sends my toes curling in pleasure. I moan when he slides his hand under my T-shirt and fondles my tits, pinching a pebbled nipple between his fingers. “Need to see you naked, princess.

“Okay,” I whisper shyly, a bit nervous at the prospect of being naked in front of a man for the first time in my life. Thereare insecurities, of course there are, but I am not going to allow them to get in the way of being with Gray.

I won’t mess this up. I can’t mess it up!

My cheeks are practically on fire, but I don’t protest when he grabs the hem of my T-shirt and tugs it over my head, leaving me in my bra. “Fuck,” he curses as his eyes drop to my tits, and I blush when his hands circle my back and unclasp my bra before tugging it off my arms, but I don’t have a moment to feel self-conscious about my small breasts as he bends down and licks one.

“Gray,” I gasp, startled at the sudden move, my eyes fluttering to a close when he takes a pebbled nipple in his mouth and suckles softly on it. I cry out, combing my fingers through his hair to anchor myself as his tongue flicks my nipple, sending a wave of heat flooding my sex. His mouth moves to my left nipple as his hand traces my waist and pops open my jeans before tugging down the zipper. Everything in me is tuned to the sinful mouth teasing me, and I barely notice it when he tugs down my jeans right along with my panties. The next thing I realize, I am standing in front of this man without a single article of clothing on.

When Gray lifts his eyes back to mine, I’m startled once more by the heat I read in them. “Get on the bed, princess,” he growls, pushing back. I walk to my queen-sized bed and climb on without a word, turning to find him stripping off his clothes. There is a sense of urgency in his movements, and I forget my own nerves to watch him rip off his shirt to reveal his lean muscles, and next come the jeans.

I try not to look down at his bulge, but my eyes drop to his fingers, a gasp slipping out when he shoves down his jeans and briefs, and his massive cock bobs out. He’s huge. God, he’sso big. His cock is long and thick, the head of his shaft red and angry, glistening with a clear droplet of precum. I didn’t get a good look the last time he was here, but watching him strip sends nerves rocking through my system.

Surely there’s no way…

But Gray seems convinced that the massive rod he’s carrying will somehow fit inside of me, as he doesn’t hesitate to approach the bed.

“Gray…”

His eyes flick over my body, licking his lips as he climbs into bed and grabs my leg when I try to move back. “Don’t be nervous,” he says. “You don’t need to be scared, princess. I’ll take care of you.”

“Umm.”

My eyes drop to his manhood, unsure whether it’s safe to trust him, but all that fades away when he touches me. Gray gently presses my knees apart, his chest rising and falling heavily as his eyes settle on the spot between my legs. “I can’t fucking wait anymore,” he says roughly, leaning in and kissing my leg. His lips are fevered, seeking as he traces his mouth up my thighs, his stubble caressing my skin and sending little shivers of pleasure up my spine. “I’ve been thinking about touching you since the last time, tasting you…” Those stormy eyes look up at mine, and there’s a promise of something in them. There shouldn’t be surprises, not with this at least. I know what to expect. After last time, I should know what to expect.

I couldn’t be more wrong.

Gray grabs my thighs and holds me in place before leaning forward. My hips buck on the bed and lips part with a cry when he rubs his mouth over my sex before dragging his hot tongueover my wet slit, from the top to my hole. My fingers clench over the sheets when his tongue delves into my pulsing flesh and strokes my small bundle of nerves. He repeats the motion, hands holding my hips down when they attempt to rise off the bed. “God!” I sob, writhing helplessly as I attempt to rock my hips toward his hungry mouth. “Oh God! Gray… W-what—”

“So fucking wet,” he growls against my sex before his tongue centers on my clit again. I fist the sheets, tugging hard as his sinful mouth drives waves of pleasure through my body with every hungry lick. “Your pussy is a drug. I can’t fucking get enough!”

“I… So… God!” I heave, feeling myself teeter dangerously close to the edge.

He releases my hip to bring his fingers between my legs, and I gasp when he slides his thick digit into my entrance, spreading me a little. I wince at the invasion. It feels a little strange, but he doesn’t let me focus on that as he licks feverishly at my clit, scattering the sensation until I can’t place the pleasure point anymore.

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