The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(43)

When we break apart, I take a deep breath. My body is literally shaking from the need and the storm he has awakened inside of me. I dig my fingers into his back and hold on as I raise my head to look at him. Gray has to be the most beautiful man on the face of the planet. Have I said that? It needs to be repeated. The man is so masculine and sexy that it should be illegal. With his hair rumpled and his eyes sparkling with mischief, he is like nothing I’ve ever encountered. He could charm a nun into spreading her legs.

“What are you thinking, sweet lips?” he asks and I shake my head at that horrible nickname he insists on using. I want to say something smart. I’m already feeling exposed, but before I can stop myself, the truth slips out.

“I missed you,” I whisper. What is it about Gray that undermines my defenses and allows these moments of weakness that leave me vulnerable? Gray groans my name, his hand moving down to cup the side of my neck, and he pulls my mouth back to him.

“I’ve missed you so f*cking much, woman,” he purrs into my ear. The vibration of his words rock me. Is it another line? If it is, it’s a f*cking good one.

When his lips slide down the side of my neck and his hands come around to hold my breasts, squeezing them gently, I stop thinking altogether. His thumbs scrape against my nipples at the same time he gently bites my shoulder. A ripple of need pushes through my body, making my knees feel weak. I can feel myself getting wetter as he kisses down my chest to suck one of my nipples in his mouth, feeding my desire. His tongue moves around it, petting it, teasing it and sending shards of electricity through my body.

“Gray,” I whimper, torn between never wanting him to stop what he’s doing and demanding he just take me.

“I love your breasts, CC. The way they feel in my hands, the way your nipples strain for attention. How they respond when I tease you,” he whispers against my skin before taking one fully in his mouth and sucking on it. My head goes back with a gasp, my nails flexing into his skin and scoring his back as desire rips through me. His tongue pushes the nipple to the roof of his mouth, the slick, moist skin tightly sliding against it right before he flicks his tongue over it and puts it in place so he can bite down on it. A small burst of pain scissors like white heat through me.

I feel his hand move down my stomach, his rough callused skin making me feel more feminine than I’ve ever felt in my life. “Are you wet for me, Cooper?”

For the life of me I can do nothing, not even mumble. My breath is lodged in my throat as I wait to see what else he does to my body. Gray doesn’t stop until he reaches my center. The tips of his fingers slide through the sticky moisture gathered on the outside. “Soaked,” he grunts, answering himself, right before thrusting his fingers inside of me. “Always so wet, tight, and ready for me. You were made for me, Cooper,” his deep voice growls while he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

“Gray,” I plead, my voice weak and filled with need.

“What is it, sweetheart? What do you want?”

I’d answer him if I could, I really would, but words are kind of beyond me. Next time, I’ll try and remain in control and torture him like he is doing to me right now. Instead, I do the only thing I can manage, the only thing my brain allows me to do. I reach down and grab his cock. It manages somehow to be even more heated than the rest of him. So hot and thick, it fills my hand and makes my knees want to buckle at the same time. Now it’s his turn to groan. I stroke him once, forcing myself to open my eyes and watch his face as I squeeze his cock tightly in my hand. His eyes go inky dark, his breath labored.

“Keep that up and this is going to go pretty f*cking fast, Cooper. I’ve been without you too long.”

“I need you inside of me, Gray. It’s been way too long,” I tell him honestly. It has. In the last few days, I’d wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming about making love with Gray, and I’d want to cry because he wasn’t there. “I feel so empty,” I tell him, squeezing his dick harder.

He growls and then takes complete control. His fingers leave me and I cry out in frustration. I want to complain, but I can’t because he’s too busy lying me back on the hay. It pokes against my skin and I have to wonder why you hear so often about people rolling around in the hay because it’s not comfortable at all. Then, Gray’s body comes over mine. He braces himself with one hand as he pushes against my leg. I spread as wide as I can to make room for him. He positions his dick at my entrance. I can feel the tip of his cock and try to thrust up to bring him inside. He grabs hold of my hip quickly, preventing it. His hand holds me almost to the point of bruising, but I love every moment of it.

“Hold still for me, Cooper. I’m in control,” he growls, the look on his face so intense I shudder in need. I bite my lip, giving a slight nod because words are beyond me. He must understand, however, because he goes back to holding his cock. He moves the tip against my *. The slick wet skin glides against me, just skirting the place I want it the most—deep inside of me. Then, it slips against my clit and he moves it over and over in the same spot, pushing against the throbbing nub. My whole body jerks in reaction, my nails biting into the cheeks of his ass. My vision is blurry because I’m so close to the edge, but I can see him smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing. A little more of this and I’m done for.

“Oh God,” I breathe, my eyes closing as he does it again. Then, before I realize it, he’s thrusting inside of me so completely and so quickly that he’s seated all the way in before I can even open my eyes. When I do, he’s right there, his lips finding mine. I wrap my leg around him, burying the heel of my foot into the backs of his thighs. The move pushes him in so deep, I can feel him practically against my cervix.