by Harlow Grace
“You really should wear a bra in public. Your tits are more than distracting, you know.”
“I hate wearing them. They’re so damn restrictive.”
“Believe me, I know. These have tortured me for fucking years. I’ve tried so hard to pretend I don’t notice, but the way they jiggle gives me a hard-on every damn time.”
“You’re not serious—” She clasped a hand over her mouth to hide her widening grin.
I pinched both of her nipples hard, making her squirm the way I had for all those long years since I became aware of her rack.
“Why would I lie to you?”
She shrugged. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware.” She was trying her best to look serious, but she wasn’t fooling me.
“That’s exactly what made it so fucking sexy. You didn’t even know what you were doing to my poor dick. Do you have any idea how many times I jerked off to the mental image of those damn tits?” She shook her head slowly. She really was clueless about how sexy she was.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened into a large marble lobby.
“This is our little slice of heaven,” I said, spreading my arms wide.
Layla blinked a few times as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. I stood beside her, holding her hand, watching the childlike joy on her face.
She dragged me toward the floor to ceiling window. “This is ours? For a whole week?” Her voice was croaky and filled with emotion. “The view—it’s breathtaking.”
“I agree,” I said with an evil grin, “But I wish it was naked.”
“Wh—?” She pushed against my chest playfully as my words sunk in. “Damn Grayson, is sex really all you have on your mind? And here I had been admiring what a smart man you were all these years.” The humor in her voice turned me on even more.
She was right. I was like a horny dog, unable to get enough of her. I doubted seven days was going to be enough to feed my insatiable need for her.
“You’ve never had one single dirty thought about me? Ever?”
She cast her eyes down and blushed. Bingo!
“You don’t play fair, Grayson,” she rasped.
Her admission was doing all sorts of crazy things to my dick. Crazy but good.
At least my money could buy this—time with her.
Time before we went back to Sidney and the reality waiting for us.
I didn’t want to think about it.
Not now. Not ever.
14: Layla
Hearing that Grayson had crushed on me as hard as I had on him made my heart sing. Was that why he never brought girls home during Uni breaks? Why he hung out with me even though his cool friends wanted to drag him to bars and parties and introduce him to ‘babes’?
And there I was, thinking that he’d only thought of me as his geeky little stepsister. Grayson’s revelation boosted my confidence more than any push up bra ever could—if I ever decided to wear one.
“And this, my lady, is the bedroom.” He put on an English accent as he pushed open the double doors next to the window.
“Oh, wow,” I gasped as I took it all in. Dead in the center of the largest bedroom I’d ever seen—and ours were by no means small at the Forbes’s mansion—stood a huge four poster bed draped with soft white lace curtains.
“Fit for a Queen . . . my Queen,” Grayson said from behind me as he pushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. I leaned back and melted into him, loving the warm kisses that made my toes curl with delight.
Quickly, he spun me around, laid both hands on my waist, and lifted me onto the bed. With a growl, he crawled on after me, towering over me.
Playing the role of the damsel of days gone by, I pushed the back of my hand against my forehead and playfully fluttered my eyes.
“Oh take me, sir, make me yours,” I teased in my best English accent.
“Fuck, Layla, do you have any idea what that does to me?” he groaned.
“No, but if it’s working—”
“Fuck yeah, it’s working. Big time.”
I chuckled softly as my hand stroked over his growing erection. Big was the right word. I undid the buttons of his jeans and slipped a hand inside his boxers. His velvety skin felt soft to my touch, I lazily rubbed the tip and spread his slippery pre-cum with my thumb whilst watching his beautiful face. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let a deep rumble escape his lips.
I loved having this much power over him.
I hadn’t even sucked his dick and he was losing control.
With a quick move I’d learned in self-defense classes, I rolled him over so that he was under me. He opened his eyes and all I could see was lust and want reflected in them.
All for me.
Straddling him, I bent my head down and kissed his lips sweetly. He moaned against my mouth as I pulled away. Just as quickly, I jumped backwards off the bed.
“The lady needs a shower. Be back soon,” I said cheekily as I put extra swing into my step as I walked away from him.
“Damn Layla, you can’t leave me like this—”
“Like what?” I asked innocently, turning my head to look over my shoulder at him. He leaned up on his elbows, watching me. His eyes were on fire, he consumed me with his gaze alone.
“You’re such a fucking tease. I’m going to make you pay for that with my cock.”
The warm tingle his words caused hit every part of my aroused body. I can’t wait.
“Oh God, yes.” I said, putting even more swagger into my steps now that I knew his eyes were on my ass.
I walked into the bathroom with a smile on my face before, stripping off my clothes and turning the shower on. If I weren’t so anxious to get back to Grayson, I would’ve spent more time admiring the beautiful bathroom with its luxury fittings. I stepped into the rainforest inspired shower and sighed with content. I found the designer shampoo and conditioner and opened the bottles to smell them. I loved the mix of essential oils that hit my nostrils.
I closed my eyes and let the water wash over my body, feeling the pulsating droplets massage my tired muscles. This was so damn good.
Moments later I heard an appreciative whistle. I opened my eyes to find there, Grayson standing naked next to the shower, with his cock long and hard and pointing directly at me.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I keep forgetting just how fuckable you are. I think I’ll keep you naked for five days, just so I can constantly feast on that body.”
He stepped into the shower and pushing his erection into my hip.
“As long as I’m allowed to feast too, it’s fine by me,” I told him.
“This mouth . . . it’s so fucking hot. My cock loves your lips around it,” he breathed as his mouth came down over mine. I let his tongue ravish me, fucking my mouth before he then licked droplets of water off my face and boobs. I soaped my hands with the luxurious shower gel and grabbed hold of that superb specimen of a cock of his, eager to feel it in my hands again.
“Jesus, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” he said as he pulled my hands away and lifted them above my head, effectively pinning me to the tiles. His gaze held mine. “Confession time. I’ve come so fucking hard in the shower, it’s one of my favorite places.”
My stomach lurched. How many girls had he fucked in the shower?
“Yeah?” I asked in a tiny voice. I didn’t really want to know.
Gripping both my wrists with one hand, his other made its way down to my pussy, caressing my mound. “Always jerking off, I always imagining I was fucking you.”
“Yeah?” This time my voice was low and raspy. Really? He whilst thinking of me? I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face.
Those glorious fingers of his found my clit and I let out a deep sigh. He massaged the hard nub with his thumb as he pushed his middle finger inside me.
I could get addicted to this.
“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to fuck in the shower.”
“Me too,” I admitted, remembering all the times I
’d used my fingers in the shower imagining they were Grayson’s cock inside me. If only I’d known, I wouldn’t have felt so much shame afterwards.
Holding my hands in place, he sucked a nipple into his mouth while his fingers kept up their teasing dance. What, was this man a master at multitasking too?
“Grayson,” I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me. With your cock. Please.”
His chuckle tickled my skin. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“I want your cock so bad.” I don’t know what Grayson did to me, but the dirty words just tumbled from my lips.
He cursed under his breath before letting go of my wrists. He cupped my ass in his strong hands and lifted me up off the floor and onto his dick. With my back against the tiles, I wrapped both legs around his hips and dug my heels into his tight arse to push him deeper inside me.
“Fuck, your pussy is greedy, baby. You’ve swallowed me all up.”
“That’s because I can never get enough of you fucking me.” Sweet Lord, why did I have to tell him all my secrets and deepest desires? Why couldn’t I just keep those to myself? What was it about Grayson that made me spill my soul?
Grayson stilled for a moment. Shit, what was wrong?
“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me. I love hearing those words from your sweet lips.” His voice caught in his throat as he stared into my eyes.
Grayson’s cock thrust in and out of me at a deliciously hard pace, banging my ass against the wall with every plunge. I cried out, begging for more, working both of us into a frenzy until he slammed into me with ferocious intent.
“Come with me, Lala,” he grunted.
“Yes,” I cried. His name tumbled from my lips over and over as my body shuddered and I fell from the sky as both of our orgasms ripped through us.
I was addicted. Nothing on this earth could be better than this.
15: Grayson
By day three, Layla was raw from all of the sex. We were like damn rabbits, screwing every moment we were awake and on every conceivable surface in the penthouse. We’d wake up and fuck, we’d eat and then fuck, sometimes whilst eating our food off of one another. When we dozed off from sheer exhaustion, our bodies entwined with one another, it was hard to tell where one body ended and the other started.
Layla was everything I had dreamed of in a woman and more.
She didn’t hold back. Not for one single moment did I feel her resist anything I wanted from her. She gave freely and in turn so did I. This was the grand slam of fucking. We had tried every position, fucking for hours on end and still we couldn’t get enough of each other.
If anything, my need for her grew exponentially with each moment we spent together. There was nowhere else I’d rather be than inside her.
Our last day together loomed over our heads like a dark cloud. I’d done my damn best to ignore the dread that filled my fucking soul at the thought of returning to Australia and bursting our little bubble.
So far I had pushed aside any guilt I had felt for not taking her out to see all the sights London had to offer. All she’d seen of the city was the spectacular view from our room and yet she never complained.
Looking down at her peaceful face as she lay beside me, I watched as her long eyelashes fluttered open slowly. She stretched like a lazy cat before she opened her eyes fully. The instant smile on her lips when she saw me leaning over her made my heart beat just a little faster.
“Hi.” My lips curled into a smile automatically.
“Hi.” Her warm breath kissed my skin.
“You look and sound as if you’re blowing bubbles when you snore,” I teased.
“I so do not snore. You’re full of shit, Forbes.” She narrowed those gorgeous eyes of hers and pouted her lips playfully, challenging me.
“Hmmm, but do you have any fucking idea how cute it is and how much it turns me on?”
“Kinky, Doctor, kinky,” she said, giving a fully belly laugh. “But you must have been imagining things. I would know if I snored.”
I threw back my head and laughed. “You’re asleep when you snore, so how would you know?”
“Well, until proven otherwise, I refuse to believe it. Neither Sloane nor Taylor have ever said anything about me snoring and I’ve slept in the same room with them a lot more than I have with you.”
“That’s because they don’t watch you like I do. It’s the highlight of my morning, watching you wake up and smile at me. You’re sexy as fuck, even in your sleep.”
Her grin grew even wider. “Keep telling me that, I might just start believing you.”
I nuzzled her neck with my nose. I loved how she even smelled good in the morning. “Believe it. I never lie. If I say it’s so, it must be true.”
My dick was waking up and stiffening already. I had to move fast before it took over and ruined my plans.
“I have a surprise for you today,” I said, unable to keep the smug look from my face.
“You do?”
“Absolutely.”
“What is it?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now would it? Let’s have a shower and get dressed. I’m taking you out today.” I shuffled off the bed and held out my hand for her to follow. She could take care of my now raging erection in the shower and, with a bit of luck, we could be out of the hotel in an hour.
She rolled over lazily and looked up at me from under her lashes.
“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where in the world we are.”
Fuck, I loved her candid honesty. She didn’t play games or give me the runaround. She said how she felt and that was it.
“You’re so fucking sweet. But since we are in London and it is your first time, I’m taking you to see all the places you had on your list.”
“That’s the surprise?”
“Nice try.” I smirked. “The surprise comes later. If you’re a good girl.”
She jumped to her feet and placed her hand in mine. Her gaze drifted to my dick which was standing hard and proud, aching for her mouth.
“Somebody is happy to see me.” Letting go of my hand she gripped my cock instead and pulled me toward the shower.
“Hey, I’m attached to my dick, be gentle.”
Her throaty laugh was sexy as fuck, but she didn’t relent.
“Let’s get this cocky sucker sorted so we can start our day. He’s freaking insatiable.”
Fuck, am I that transparent?
I couldn’t help chuckling; this woman had her priorities straight. I loved how she wanted to take care of me—and my cock—without me begging.
16: Layla
As much as I enjoyed being alone with Grayson, I couldn’t help dancing around the room as I got ready. Would this be our first un-official proper date?
The smile on my face grew wider as I recalled the last few days. Every moment with him had exceeded my wildest expectations already, another surprise from him was sure to blow my mind. How was he going to top a week away in a luxury hotel penthouse?
Calm down Layla. I wiped my sweaty palms on my arse as I checked it out in the mirror.
Mmmm, was it my imagination or was this skirt tighter than before? Since I was really a pants-and-t-shirt kind of girl, I seldom wore skirts, but Grayson had mentioned in passing that he loved it when I wore dresses, so I was going all out to please him.
I had put in more effort than usual. I had blow dried my hair in a specific style even though it took freaking ages to get it looking right. Applying makeup took even longer because I struggled to master the eyeliner flick on the corners my eyes. When I was finally happy I liberally applied mascara to my eyelashes. To complete my look, I painted my lips with the pink lipstick Sloane had made me buy for the ball. Thank God I still had it in my purse.
“Wow, although my first choice is you without clothes, you look good enough to eat,” Grayson said as he patted my ass. “Love the tight skirt. I may have a difficult time keeping my hands off your arse.
”
“Is that right, Doctor?” I teased, more than a little pleased that my efforts had paid off. When I was with Grayson I felt daring and confident, and I realized with a bit of a shock that lately I’d been nothing like the geeky girl I used to be. He made me feel good about myself and it showed. I liked how I was transforming as my confidence grew.
“I feel underdressed. Maybe I should change up—”
I grabbed a handful of his firm arse stopping him. “Don’t you dare. You look as if you’ve been poured into these jeans and I’m loving the view. Not to mention the rolled sleeves of your shirt.” I fanned myself playfully, all the while fucking him with my eyes. I’d never grow tired of looking at this fine specimen of a man.
“Anything to please you, baby. Anything.”
His arm snaked its way around my waist and drew me closer to him. He moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck. Oh Lord, I was done for when he did that. It was my weak spot, especially when he nibbled on my ear lobe as well. As expected, that was his next move and it sent shivers down my spine. I squeezed my thighs together to try and relieve the ache a ittle.
“You make me happy, Grayson. Every part of me,” I said, pulling away. If he kept this up, I’d be naked and under him before we reached the exit “As your reward for this surprise, you can have your way with me tonight, okay? Whatever you want.”
His eyes gleamed with excitement and lust. “Fuck, Lala, don’t make promises you can’t keep. Those are damn dangerous words.” The intensity in his gaze warned me of things to come. Delicious things. Things I couldn’t wait for. How in hell could he make me wet with his words alone? The tingle between my legs nearly made me cancel on his plans and collect on his threats.
Nearly.
Seeing London with Grayson would be something I’d cherish for the rest of my life. I wanted to make as many memories with him as what I possibly could before we returned to reality.
17: Layla
