Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(24)

“You do?” I squeaked, parting my fingers to peek out at him. I was convinced he must be making fun of me, but the look on his face as he unclipped my front-clasp bra was nothing but enthusiastically aroused.

“I really, really like it,” he confirmed, then sucked one of my nipples into his mouth so hard my back arched and my breathing hitched. “Look at me, Billie. I want you to see me.”

This time, I didn’t immediately do as I was told. He wasn’t telling me twice, either. A moment later he had both my wrists gripped in just one of his huge hands and pinned to the carpet above my head.

“Prickles,” he murmured, “I gave an order. You do as you’re told and say yes, sir.” He winked to show me he was joking, but my body jerked with a mind-blowingly physical response, nonetheless. Apparently, I liked being bossed around in bed. At least by Grayson, anyway. If Jace tried it, he’d be choking on his own balls.

Maybe.

I think he would, anyway.

“Yes, sir,” I gasped, obedient with Gray like I’d never been in my whole damn life.

His eyes flashed with heat, and his free hand pushed my legs apart. “Good girl,” he rumbled, nearly making me combust. His long fingers stroked through my soaking folds, and he groaned when I bucked against his hand. “Easy, baby girl, take it slow.”

Without releasing my wrists, he shifted his position until his broad tip lined up with my core. Then he pushed forward, and I gasped so sharply I nearly choked. I knew he was big, I’d just had him in my hand, but sweet baby jesus, he was thick enough to split me in half. Wasn’t he?

“Billie,” he groaned, his jaw so tight it was obvious he was holding back. “You feel so fucking good.” Another push, another gasping exclamation from me. I couldn’t help it. “Shit,” he cursed. “I don’t want to hurt—”

“Please,” I quickly breathed before he could get the wrong idea. “Please, Gray, stop teasing. Fuck me hard; I won’t break.” I was more than wet enough to take him, despite how tight the squeeze was.

He gave a pained groan and shook his head slightly. “Billie, don’t tempt me. I’m trying to—”

“Trying to make me claw your eyes out with frustration? You’re succeeding. If you don’t stop fucking teasing me with this half-penetration shit in the next three seconds, I’ll have to—”

“What?” he taunted, his lips curling in a smirk. The bastard had the audacity to actually pull out slightly! “What will you do, dirty girl?”

Throwing all my inhibitions to the wind, I placed my lips against his ear and whispered the filthiest, darkest shit I could think of that he might, maybe, be into. Would I go through with any of it? Probably not. Okay, maybe I could be convinced. But the dirty talk really seemed to work for him, because he gave the sexiest moan I’d ever heard from Grayson Taylor and then he thrust so hard into my pussy that I really did scream.

“Keep going,” I moaned before he could panic. “Please, Gray, please don’t stop. Fuck… yes!”

“Holy shit.” Grunting, he shifted his grip on my wrists, then started giving me exactly what I’d been begging for. He didn’t make love to me like he’d suggested a few nights ago. Nope, he fucked hard, and it was utter perfection. My legs wrapped up around his waist as he pounded my cunt, letting him in deeper and making me shriek. Normally, I’d have swallowed that noise back, but we were literally in the middle of a forest. No one was around to hear my noises except Gray, and he was definitely proving that the audio turned him on.

“Gray,” I gasped out at some point, “I’m close. So fucking close. Don’t stop… please, Gray. Please, let me come…” Like I could have stopped it even if I’d wanted to. What a good joke.

I detonated, my pussy locking up in spasms of muscle tension, and my senses all hit the reset button. My vision went dark, and my hearing went mute, tingles erupting over every surface of my skin. Then it all returned in tiny, slow increments as my body quaked with aftershocks.

Gray remained buried deep within me as I rode out the shakes with my legs still tight around his body. Based on his harsh breathing in my ear, he was having a hard time maintaining his composure, and now it was my mission to make him crack.

“So fucking good,” I moaned, licking his neck where I could reach him. My wrists were still pinned, and I was all kinds of okay with it. Maybe Gray wasn’t the only kinky one in this car.

He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze, his hair falling around us like a curtain. “What was it you asked for earlier?”

My eyes widened, my own plea still crystal clear in my head. “Um… I don’t remember?”

His smirk was pure evil. “Good thing I do, then.”

Lightning fast he pulled out and flipped me onto my belly. I only got a split second to squeak a breathy “Oh shit” before he lifted my hips and thrust back in from behind. The new angle saw his massive cock stretch me in a whole different way, and I spiraled into an instant mini-orgasm that shocked the hell out of me.

“That was unexpected,” Gray commented when I finished, “and I’m not even a little bit mad about it. But you did request something else.”

Yup. I sure had. Crap… would I like this? Probably. It was Gray. I doubted I would dislike anything he did to me in the bedroom. Or the car, as it may be.