Jesus, what a goddamn mess.
I trailed my fingers down to her swollen pussy and began to tease her. “You’re so fucking wet,” I said, sucking her bottom lip between mine.
Her hips followed the glide of my hand with an eager thrust as she continued to shock me with every word that fell from her immoral mouth.
“I’m always like this around you.”
Oh, God. Did that mean even in—“Always?”
“Yes, always. At home. At school. Someone just has to say your name.”
I stroked my finger through her juices and when she trembled in my arms, I pushed it inside her. “Well, I want to hear you scream it.”
Her sweet breath seduced me as she dared to ask, “And which name would that be? You have two in my head.”
I jerked her higher up against the door and thrust a second finger inside. I tasted her lips with my tongue as she rode my hand. Her core clenched when I grazed my thumb over her clit, and that’s when I said, “In this fucking house, I only have one name. What is it, Addison?”
As my body shook and my climax hit, I couldn’t help screaming “Grayson” into the empty house.
I could still feel myself throbbing around his fingers when he spun me away from the door and walked us through the hall to the living room. My breath was coming fast and I had a hard time catching it as he slowly lowered me to my feet.
He brought his index finger to his mouth and licked it, managing to hypnotize me. Usually, I was the one who held the power, especially with boys like Brandon, but in this equation with him—I held nothing.
He studied me as I stood there, and I wondered what he saw.
“Get undressed, Addison,” he ordered, his ragged voice stroking all my sensitive spots.
I didn’t hesitate, fearing that the conflict I could see in his eyes would make him change his mind. I removed my jacket and threw it on the floor. My tank top was next to go, and then I wriggled out of my skirt until I was standing in front of him completely naked.
He ran a hand through his hair.
“How could I ever fucking resist you? You’re breathtaking.”
I felt mischievous in the wake of his comment and went to do a spin for him. That was when I stopped and saw it.
There, right in front of me, was me. I was naked and flushed from head to toe in his floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall mirror.
Before I could say anything, he stepped behind me and placed his large hands on my hips with his fingers pointing downward.
“See?” he asked, and in the mirror I saw him lower his mouth to my ear. “Breathtaking.”
My chest was rapidly rising and falling, and when his palms glided around to my upper thighs, he framed my pelvic bone with his thumb and index fingers—a triangle had never been so perfect.
“A mirror?” I raised my brow at his reflection. “Kinky.”
Without breaking our searing connection, he pulled me in close, and I could feel his hard cock nestled up against my ass.
“They came with the house. Up until this moment, I hated them,” he replied.
I rested my head back against his shoulder. “And now?” I watched him with languid eyes as he cupped my naked breasts.
“I’m still deciding.” He thumbed my nipples and then quietly instructed, “Put your arms back around my neck.”
I was still unbelievably aroused as I raised my arms and did what he asked. I curled my hands around his neck and interlocked them under his hair, displaying my body fully to the ravenous man behind me.
He kept his left hand on my breast and brushed the back of his knuckles down my body until he cupped my bare mound. I rocked my hips forward and whimpered.
I wanted more.
“Let me see you.”
I want him.
“You can see me.”
“I want to see you naked. Please,” I begged, realizing how out of character that was for me.
“Okay. Let’s put your hands where they won’t get in trouble,” he suggested, taking them from around his neck and placing them low against my back.
He was standing directly behind me, but I could see his collarbone and the top of his chest. I was captivated as he removed his tie, and when he took off his shirt and threw it aside, I couldn’t help the instinct to turn around and look.
“No, Addison. Stay just as you are,” he instructed, almost daring me to disobey.
“And if I don’t?”
I heard the sound of his zipper and then he lowered his head so his chin almost brushed my shoulder. Our eyes met and held in the mirror—stalemate.
“You don’t want to find out.”
Holy shit.
He disappeared from view to remove his jeans, and I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting for what was next.
As soon as he was finished, he took my wrists and placed my hands back behind his neck. He pushed his hard-on against my ass, and I let out a satisfied sigh.
Finally, there was nothing between us.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, rubbing his cock between my cheeks.
My mouth became dry, and I had no words as he resumed his original position—one hand on my breast and one between my legs.
He pushed his hips against me again, and my eyes began to flutter shut.
“No. Remember what I told you?”
“Yes,” I managed through a shaky breath. “Keep them open.”
“Fuck, yes. Watch us, Addison. Because I can’t bear to.”
His words were passionate and full of torment, and I couldn’t have ripped my eyes away if I tried.
He bent his head and kissed my ear as his fingers found my slippery clit. His other hand pinched my nipple as my heart raced and my breathing tripled. I could see him touching me, and I could feel his cock, hot and heavy against my ass, and I wanted...no, needed to see his body. I wanted to see it all.
“You,” I panted.
“What about me?”
“I want to see you. I can’t see you,” I almost cried, wanting to look at him with everything inside of me.
“Then turn around,” he invited.
I turned to face him and for the first time, I got to see Grayson. He was so much better than any fantasy in my head.
He stood there in his natural state, allowing me to take him in. I’d been right—on his left arm there was a tattoo of a snake with the end of its tail curled around his strong bicep. I didn’t spend too much time on that, not when all of his muscles were flexed and straining as if he was holding himself in check. He had very little hair on his chest, and from his navel down, that same dark golden hair led a nice trail to his erect cock.
Subconsciously, I hummed as I saw his fists curl at his sides. I probably should have been nervous, but as I waited for the counting, waited for the ticking…I heard nothing. Just our combined breathing.
“Seen enough?”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and smiled. “Not yet. When you put this inside me, I want to watch.”
I stroked my palm up his rigid length, and he gripped my hair so I was forced to look up at him. He looked like a man on the edge. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was looking forward to whatever he was going to give me.
Leaning down until his lips brushed mine, he said, “Turn around.”
I released my hold on him and did as I was told.
“Get on your knees.”
I couldn’t help the sensual curve of my lips as I faced the mirror. I knew where this was going, and I was ready.
As he stood behind me rolling a condom into place, I dropped down to my knees and didn’t wait to be told to get on my hands too. I moved into position and began to crawl closer to the mirror, swaying my ass, which in turn made my breasts gently move from side to side.