Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(53)

Grayson leaned closer to my ear. “Happy?” he whispered.

“I’m happy when you’re happy.”

“Lala.” Grayson kissed the soft sensitive skin beneath my ear and along the side of my jaw sending little shockwaves of pleasure down my spine. “I love making you happy.”

Good Lord, I could hardly focus on what was happening on stage, so when he sat back a few moments later crossing his leg over his knee and leaving our only form of contact to the minimum, I was both relieved and disappointed. The loss of his touch left me wanting him even more. Was that all part of his plan to drive me crazy for him?

If it was, it was working because as I watched the show, I couldn’t help but be completely aware of every inch of Grayson all the damn time. If he as much as moved a muscle, I knew about it. We were even breathing at the same rate.

Is he as tuned in to me as I am to him?

As if he knew what I was thinking, he took my hand in his and interlocking our fingers. Electricity crackled between us, something magical weaving us closer together as if by some ancient force of nature.

By the time intermission came, I couldn’t sit still for a second longer. Grayson smiled as he held his arm for me to hook into. We left the box and went to the bar area.

“Thirsty?”

My throat was parched. “Yes please.”

Minutes later I was sipping another glass of champagne when Grayson leaned in and spoke in my ear so I could hear him above all the noise.

“How’s my * doing? My cock can’t stop thinking about getting inside it. Watching this show is f*cking agony.”

I nearly spat out my mouthful of golden liquid, because I was sure the woman standing behind Grayson had overheard him. She turned toward me and narrowed her eyes as she studied me. Heat rose to my cheeks as I placed a hand on Grayson’s chest.

“Shhhh, people can hear you.”

“I don’t care. I bet everyone here would rather watch me f*ck you in our booth than this show. Now that would be something exciting to watch, wouldn’t it?”

“Grayson. You’re so bad tonight. Behave,” I said, but secretly I loved that he’d rather be f*cking me than watching the performance

Ten minutes later, we’d taken our seats for the second half. As soon as the lights dimmed, Grayson’s hand crept up my thigh, slowly caressing the skin as he moved closer and closer to my apex.

I held my breath as his hand slipped under my dress and found my naked *. “Fuck, I want to taste you so much,” he moaned as his fingers skimmed over my mound. He didn’t need to tell me to open my legs. Like a slut’s, they just fell open, giving him access to all of me.

His finger slipped through my wetness and found my clit. I had to bite my lip hard so as not to cry out loud. He massaged the little bundle of nerves until I caved and let out a soft moan. “Jesus, that’s f*cking hot,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps across the surface of my arms.

Two fingers slipped inside me, pushing against the Ben Wa balls. Oh Lord, how was I going to pretend I wasn’t about to have a damn orgasm?

“Grayson, please,” I begged as his fingers continued to move in and out of me. A groan rumbled from his chest.

“That’s it,” he said, pushing to his feet.

What the hell?

“Let’s go. Now,” he growled.

I didn’t argue. If he didn’t get me out of here I was going to give Sally a go for her money—the only difference was that unlike her loud pretend orgasm in the movie, mine would be so very real.

Grayson pulled me down a hallway and behind some heavy curtains. His hand gripped around the back of my neck as his tongue ravished my mouth. With trembling hands I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, freeing his glorious erection. I needed him to ease the throbbing inside me. I needed his cock to f*ck me blind.

My thumb rubbed the oozing pre-cum into the tip of his heavy cock.

“I want you inside. Fuck me, Grayson.”

He lifted my leg to his hip and shoved his cock inside me with a loud, rough groan. I gripped the curtains with both hands for purchase as the movement of the Ben Wa balls and his cock sent me over the edge.

“Oh God, Oh God, Grayson,” I cried out, not caring if my voice was being too loud or if anyone could hear us.

With a shudder I nearly collapsed as white light exploded behind my eyes. My orgasm was so strong that my * gripped his cock, milking him until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck, baby, f*ck, I’m coming.”

He bit into my neck, both hands pulling my arse toward him as he shot his warm load into me.

Bliss. Pure bliss.

Panting, he pulled out of me and tucked his cock away while I pulled my dress down.

He pulled me back into his embrace and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Hi,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Hi,” I said, the word loaded with so much meaning that everything I wanted to tell him wanted to burst forth from my lips. But for now that one simple word had to do.

I was ready to go back to the hotel and let him do whatever the hell he wanted with my body. Dressing up and going out was fun, but having Grayson inside me beat everything hands down. I was addicted to his cock and not afraid to admit it.





23: Grayson


Why was it that the best things in my life had to end? Firstly, giving up my chosen career and now the woman of my dreams was killing me.