That’s all it takes.
He wastes no time on formalities. Reaching out, he grabs hold of my ankles and tugs me to the very edge of the bed before forcing them to wrap around him.
He lines up and then he slowly works his way into me. One of his hands brings the metal bullet up to my clit. “I bought this for you,” he admits as he places it onto me.
The words are a mash as my mind turns into a muddled mess. Axel edged me in the car—and painfully so—it takes less than three seconds with the vibrator on my clit and his cock buried inside of me for my vision to blur and my body to shake and writhe in pleasure.
Grayson smiles down at me. Withdrawing the toy, he allows me to relax, for my orgasm to fade, and then he brings it back.
Hypersensitive, I attempt to wriggle away from it, but Grayson holds it in place, offering a knowing look, his eyebrows pinched in concentration. “I love watching you fall apart. I want to see it over and over again.”
His other hand finds my hip bone to stabilize me, to keep me in place.
“You truly are made for us aren’t you?” That is the last he says before he begins to rock into me, the vibrator amplifying the sensitivity of my nerves.
It is too much. It isn’t enough. I need more. I need less.
“Grayson!” The scream is harsh and biting, but I have been shoved unceremoniously off an edge again.
The buildup Axel created has left me poised and ready, my body eager to fulfill every missing orgasm it was denied.
And Grayson is here to wring each and every single one of them out of me.
He quirks his lips as I convulse around him again.
“Two,” he says. “You’re going to give me one more. You can do that, can’t you, baby girl?”
Whimpering, sweat has formed on my forehead, but he releases my hip to wipe it away.
“That’s a good Sunday.” Again he removes the vibrator, and in the interim he peppers me with kisses. Across my cheek, my nose, my forehead, my lips.
Then he is placing it back, and this time, it is nearly unbearable.
But then he is snapping his hips and his cock draws my attention, thick and hard, it is relentless as he pounds into me. He presses a button on the vibrator, and the speed increases.
My muscles poise and tighten, forcing me along towards another drop.
“Just like that, you can do it, can’t you?” Grayson’s gentle tone is at odds with the forced pleasure he is wringing from me.
But I am enjoying all of it. Every piece of this encounter will join my sacred memories.
Grayson growls and his movements turn frenetic.
“Cum!” he demands of me, less gentle now.
“I–”
He speeds up the vibrator again, and this time, my body listens to him. When the waves release from me, the liquid pleasure escaping, this time I know what it is. But my cheeks brighten nonetheless.
Grayson’s eyes light up, his lips lift in the most cocky of smiles. “You squirted all over me.” He praises me, “Such a good girl.” Bending over, he peppers me with kisses again. “Now let me get you cleaned up.”
And just like that, my shame is a distant memory as he withdraws from me before guiding me to his bathroom.
59
October 13th
Out of the shower, Grayson leads me back to my room.
