“Uh-Uh baby, give to me. Let me fucking hear you,” he says as he fiercely pounds me. He must be able to hear how wet I am with every stroke. “You’re so wet.”
“Ahhhh,” I yell intelligibly as he angles his hips.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I want.” My screams bring out the beast him. Wet sounds and skin slapping echo throughout the room as he pushes me over the edge. One last thrust and he is going over with me. “Shit, that was hot. You’re a natural screamer love. You just don’t know it yet. You’ve suppressed this side of yourself too long, but I’m going to unleash her,” he smiles wickedly.
I’m so spent. Grayson cuddles up behind me and we fall asleep. Two hours pass before we are being awoken to the pilot announcing twenty minutes till our arrival in Puerto Morelos. Hmmm, he is free to name our destination now. Well played Grayson. He looks down at me while placing feather light strokes to my stomach. “We have time for one last quickie before the plane descends,” he says wiggling his eyebrows.
“You’re such a sex fiend,” I giggle.
“Yes and you love me. I’m your sex fiend.”
“Yes you are baby,” I nod. I plant a playful kiss to his lips and needless to say he brings us to one more orgasm before we land.
We arrive at Dreams Riviera Cancun around four in the afternoon. I welcome the eighty-degree weather. Grayson and I changed into summer wear after our second mile-high encounter. Island music fills the air as we walk up to the entrance. We are greeted with cold scented towels on a tray to wipe our faces and some sort of fruit infused water. The lobby is open to the elements, allowing the airy breeze to add to its exotic elegance. If the lobby is this beautiful, I can wait to see our room. I’ve never been anywhere, let alone out of the country. I’m so giddy right now. “I love this place Grayson. I may never want to leave,” I say clapping my hands. He tucks me under his arm and rubs the top of my head.
“I want to show you the world baby. But we can start with this overnight trip.”
I check my appearance in the mirror once last time. Jordan packed her black strapless Herve Leger bandage dress and Louboutin heels for me to wear. I pair this with the lacy bra and panty set she got me from Agent Provocateur for Christmas. I’ve been saving this set for something special since I know this set her back a pretty penny. Honestly, I didn’t think it would be anytime soon since I had sworn off men. Grayson is in for a treat. I don’t attempt to put my hair up since I know he loves it down. Instead, I let it air dry into its natural wavy state. He comes into the bathroom where I am and sees my ensemble for the first time. Holy hell. I can see the lust in his eyes as he stalks toward me and slips his hands around my waist.
“I think we need to go right now baby or we’re not going to make it.” He massages my ass as he says this. He looks quite yummy himself in his linen pants and button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Even his forearms are sexy.
“I think you’re right handsome.” He smirks as he slaps my ass. I think that is his favorite thing to do. The sting causes wetness between my legs. “Yeah, like right now,” I agree. He chuckles out loud, the perceptive bastard.
“I want that ache you’re feeling right now magnified, love. I want you so fucking hot and ready for my cock that your inhibitions take a back seat. Only then will you truly be ready for what’s in store for you tonight.”
My legs buckle at the hotness of that promise. Dear lord, I’m in trouble. A limo is waiting for us at the front entrance of the hotel. Upon entering, Grayson pours me a glass of vodka cranberry. “No wine tonight?” I ask, inspecting the glass. I’m not really a vodka kind of girl.
“You’ll need something a little stronger to start you off baby. I don’t want you drunk, but I do want you loose,” he winks.
“Loose, eh?”
His smile broadens. “You’ll see.” I polish off two drinks before he cuts me off. We arrive at what looks to be an abandoned warehouse without any signage indicating this is a place of business.
“Grayson, are you sure this place still exists? There is nothing here. No cars.”
“It’s an illusion love. Cars are parked in a private garage next door. I told you, only select VIP even knows this place exists.” We walk up to the door and Grayson pulls out a key card that he holds in front of a laser looking beam on the side of the door. The lock clicks and we are able to go in. What the hell? This place is a dream. You would never guess from the looks of the outside. It is dripping with luxury at every corner. Spiral staircases, neon lights, and glass encased flames have me captured in a visual indulgence. Some men from the club greet Grayson and they discuss how long it’s been since he’s been there. He blames his absence on business and introduces me as his girlfriend.
He talks to a man he calls Rick and asks him to set us up in room seven. The man agrees and walks away speaking into his headpiece. “What is room seven?” My nerves show themselves as Grayson leads us over to the bar.
“Two Cokes, please,” he says to the waitress. The scantly clad blonde twists her ass a little too hard for my taste, but Grayson pays her no mind.
“Are those Cokes supposed to be the chasers. Where in the hell is the alcohol?” The club looks like any other nightclub, but like Grayson said earlier, it’s an illusion. I have a feeling shit is about to get real and I need my liquid courage.
“Just soda while we wait for our room. I want you to walk into this adventure with me with your eyes open. I don’t want alcohol to cloud your judgment. No regrets.” My knees bounce in anticipation. “No need to be nervous Siobhan. We’re following your lead tonight, remember? You control how far we go. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen.”
“Okay,” I say. That little disclaimer does little to calm my nerves. When he is given the signal, he grabs my hand and we head towards what will forever be engrained in my brain as ‘room seven.’ The room is dimly lit, but I can see that it is nicely furnished similar to a living room. Grayson uses the remote on the coffee table to start some type slow seductive music.
He takes a seat first and motions for me to take a seat on his lap. I oblige, struggling to find comfort anywhere I can. “Relax baby, it’s just you and me.” He pushes my hair to one side and begins kissing my neck softly. He finds my lips and I open for him immediately. Our tongues meet in a passionate tango as he deepens this kiss. I feel the beginning of bulge poke me and it makes me wet. The ache is back with a vengeance. I moan into his mouth and he just smiles. His hand slips underneath my dress as though he’s tempted to see just how wet I am. “You ready sweetheart?”
“Ready for what?” That’s right Grayson. Get me horny first and then pose the question. He points to the curtain, what I originally thought was a window, and tells me that an exhibitionist couple is behind the one-way glass. They can’t see us, but they know we’re watching. Tonight, we’re the voyeurs. Okay so they can’t see me. I can do this. I give him a nod and he uses the remote to open the curtains. Holy shit, this is like watching a live porn movie. No warm up, just bam. They’re both completely naked. The room they’re in is similar to ours. Grayson pushes another button and their moans and sounds of sex enter the room with us. He eyes me for my reaction and I’m stunned. The guy is hot as hell. Okay not Grayson hot, but damn.
The woman is leggy, petite with boobs as big as mine. I’m slightly jealous that Grayson is seeing her naked. There’s a sex swing hanging from the ceiling. The man bends her over the swing, grabs her hair, and plunges into her from behind. This visual has my own sex tingling. I watch as his balls slap against her ass and she bends over further, desperate for him to go deeper. Grayson’s hand eases between my legs again and I lock my knees. I’m embarrassed at the wetness he’ll find. He nudges my legs apart and smiles devilishly at his findings. He slips one finger inside my panties and I whimper. He works that finger in and out, adding a second and I struggle not to cry out. He pumps me faster and I know what he wants. The woman behind the glass is expressing her ecstasy in ways
that I want to right now. I watch as the man palms her breast from behind with one hand and pulls her hair with the other. Shit, I want that. Grayson continues to work me over and I’m nearly there.
“You like the way he’s fucking her baby? I know you like it rough.”
“Yes,” I moan softly.
“They can’t see us, but they can hear us love. I’m going to make you fucking scream out my name,” he promises as he raises my dress above my waist. I get ready to voice my refusal, but the words die on my tongue when he makes a come hither motion with his fingers.
I squirt every-fucking-where as I scream his name. My leg trembles as he continues his ministrations. I’ve heard about squirting, hell I’ve even seen it on the Internet, but I’ve never experienced it. Fuck me, he has been holding back. That was my most powerful orgasm to date. I look towards the glass and the smile plastered on the couple’s face tells me they definitely heard my epic orgasmic pronouncement. “Fuck yeah, that’s it love,” Grayson says as he steadies my legs. “My dick is so fucking hard right now watching that. You’ve made quite the mess.” And it’s true. He had the premonition to raise my dress beforehand, but his pants are soaked.
“I’m sorry,” I say looking around for something dry his pants. That’s surely going to glow under the neon lights.
“No apologies baby. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Your face was priceless because you didn’t know you could squirt or that I could make you. Shit, I need to fuck you now baby. Please say yes.” I nod in the affirmative and he is removing his clothes at lightning speed. I remove the dress and he stops in his tracks. Yes, he has definitely noticed my bra and panty set. The bra is black French lace adorned with Swarovski crystals. The boning is similar to a corset making my girls stand at attention. The thong panties match with a frilled scallop edge. He makes the twirling motion with his finger signaling he wants the entire view so I shamelessly model the set for him.
He rushes me as a guttural groan vibrates from his throat. He picks me up and my legs instantly wraps around his naked frame. He reaches at the front of the bra looking for a clasp and it’s not there. He gathers the bra in his fist in frustration and I know that he is planning to rip it. “Grayson, please don’t. This bra was a Christmas present.” His jaw hardens and I know I better clarify. “Jordan bought me this set because I would never buy something like this for myself.” He releases the fabric and puts me down.
“Fine. Strip now love. You have five seconds before that tease you’re wearing is shreds.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m naked and primed for him in a nanosecond. He picks me up again and I wrap my legs around his chiseled waist. His cock jumps up to greet me and nudges at my entrance. He walks us over to the glass and my heart jumps in my throat. “Remember they can’t see us love. This room is for voyeurism, but there is a reason I picked room seven.”
“Why is that?” I ask, afraid of the answer.
“Dual purpose sweetheart. This is the only room that can be reversed for an exhibitionist with a push of a button.” Holy, shit. I can’t breathe. “The button is right here on this wall so it’s not mistakenly pushed by the remote. Give the word baby and we will become the stars of the show. No pressure. Your choice.”
A plethora of emotions flood me, hesitancy, fear, and doubt are at the forefront. At the same time, I want to experience letting go. I want to be daring, bold, and the vixen this gorgeous man deserves. He chose to open this part of his world to me and show me a side of him that not many know about. I love and trust him completely. And it is at this moment that I know that I’m going to step out on the ledge with him. “Push the button Grayson,” I whisper. He quirks a single eyebrow at me and panty melting smile spreads across his face.
“Are you absolutely sure?” he questions, allowing me a chance to recant.
“Yes. Don’t let me fall.” He stares deep into my eyes with an intensity that sears me to the spot. It is without a doubt, that he understands that I’m speaking metaphorically about this ledge we’re sharing and not about him literally dropping me.
“Never,” he promises. I was curious on how this transition would occur, how this magical button would suddenly make us visible to the people on the other side of the glass. To my dismay, another layer of glass lowers from the interior side of their room, sparking their attention. After the other glass is lowered, the one on our side begins to ascend and my heart beat quickens. This is it. Without putting me down, he walks over and presses the remote once again. A wall mounted swing drops and my mouth gapes open. I chance a look at the exhibitionist couple and they’re busy with their own sexual acts.
Grayson sits me in the swing with one strap under my butt and one at my back for support. He steps back and gives me a devious smile. “I love you like this. So trusting and so ready.” He walks away and I follow his movement across the room. He kneels down and retrieves a bottle of white wine from the hidden wine cooler. The wine glasses are to his right on the wet bar. He pours one glass and makes his way back over to me. “Sip on this love.” He hands me the glass. As I take the first sip, he takes my legs, one and then the other and slips them through the loops of the swing. The net result is that I’m spread eagle for him. I now take a gulp of my wine, intentionally keeping my eyes in this room. He drops down to his knees and grasps my thighs to bring my pussy eye level with his face. I empty my glass in one chug as my anxiety rears its ugly head again. He begins applying tender kisses to my inner thighs, igniting a path of scorching heat in its wake. I begin to throb, now anxious for a different reason. The ache intensifies as he lingers in the general vicinity where I want his mouth the most.
“Please Grayson,” I beg.
“What do you want love?” His eyes dance with mischief as he taunts me. “I want to hear the words.”
“I want you to lick me,” I say hesitantly, aware that the other couple can hear us. I refuse to look their way for fear that I will lose my bravado.
“That doesn’t sound like words of conviction, love. In fact, you sound uncertain.” He swipes his tongue in an upward motion once before winking at me. My hips buck, but he pulls away. “Now, tell me again what do you want?”
“I fucking want you to taste me. Make me come. Damn you,” I say flustered. I’m horny beyond belief. He chuckles softly.
“That’s what I want to hear. You’re past shyness baby. Ashton and Claudia over there are waiting to see me devour your sweet little pussy.” Oh god, they are watching us. I can’t focus on them. Instead, I’m in this moment with him. He licks me again, but this time he doesn’t relent. He twirls his talented tongue around my clit and I throw my head back in ecstasy. He sucks and pulls at my nub until my legs are quaking. I toss my now empty wine glass towards the carpeted floor away from us, knowing that it shouldn’t break. I grab his hair and grind my pussy against his tongue. This spurs him on more. He sucks and licks me with wild abandonment, lapping up my juices with fervor. I scream his name as my orgasm overtakes me while Grayson continues his assault. He inserts two fingers and begins a pumping motion as he continues to suck on my clit. I can’t take any more. Once again he crooks his finger, finding my g-spot and I am squirting. Holy shit.
“I’ll never get tired of that,” he brags. He stands and impales me with one thrust. It feels so good.
With each thrust, my breasts bounces in time with his rhythm. Grayson watches them with apt attention as he makes my body sing. He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls. Not enough to cause me severe pain, but to heighten my pleasure. I crave his brand of dominance. His pounding picks up and in my sexual haze, I allow myself to look over at the couple in the next room. Their eyes are both focused on us as the man drives into her. To my surprise, I hold their gaze as Grayson goes even deeper. I watch as the man’s face contorts as the pleasure consumes him. The woman cries out as he works her over. Not to be out done, Grayson cranks up the intensity. He spreads my legs even more, angles his hips and does that slow grind that makes me come undone. M
y control snaps and I buck against him, desperate for my own release. He leans me toward him, before capturing my lips in a sensual kiss, totally changing the moment we’ve created. He releases my lips and our eyes meet. His look is covetous as he empties himself in me. As I follow his lead, I know that our relationship is forever changed. “Thank you,” he mouths. Neither of us makes a move. We’re content to bask in the afterglow of the connection we just made. He slowly removes my legs from the loops and then lifts me from the straps.
When he sets me down, my legs buckle from being spread so long. He catches me by the waist and helps me over to the sofa. It is now that I notice that the other couple has already made their exit. “Sit here and I’m just going to get a towel to clean you up.” He disappears into a small room adjoining this one; I’m guessing the bathroom. He comes back and kneels so that he can wipe me down. Shortly after, there are a couple of sharp knocks to our door and I jump. “It’s okay love. It’s just Rick bringing me some more pants.” This man’s reach and connections knows no bounds. I shield my body with my dress, but Grayson doesn’t let him in. He grabs the jeans from the door and slips them on commando. The vision of him walking towards me shirtless and bare feet in his jeans is a sight people would pay money for. The jeans sit low on his hips, showcasing his fuck me lines. His powerful thighs draw your attention with every step and his ab muscles are etched in perfection. “You see something you like?” He grins.
“Yep,” I say simply.
“Get dressed sweetheart. I’m ready to head back to the hotel. I need you in a bed.” I’m ready to go too. Tonight has been exhilarating and definitely pushed me past my boundaries, but I don’t have any regrets. I love Grayson with every fiber of my being and that means that I accept every facet that makes him who he is.
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