Forbidden Attraction (Forbidden Trilogy)

by S. R. Watson

  Grayson pulls my hands away and removes the bra the rest of the way. “Let me see you baby. You have no reason to be shy. Your body is insanely hot.”

  I can feel the heat flush across my skin. Determined to be the fearless woman he is looking for, I grab his tie as my prop and push my core farther into his erection.

  He stills my hips before letting his lips graze my nipple. His tongue sneaks out for a sensuous lick and I’m on fire. He pulls my nipple into his mouth while he alternates sucking and biting. A moan slips from my lips and he smirks at me. “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes.” A knock at the door interrupts us and I jump.

  “Grab a robe from the bathroom and meet me in the dining area. Go through the bedroom on the right.”

  I untangle myself from his legs, but he surprises me by standing with me straddled around his waist. He nips my bottom lip before slapping my left butt cheek. “Saved by the room service, but nothing is going to save you after we finish our meal,” he threatens.

  “I don’t want to be saved,” I reply brazenly. His thick eyebrows rise in surprise at my comeback, but he says nothing. I head to the bedroom and fall onto the plush bed. This must be my room for the weekend. I’m reveling in the luxury fabric of the down comforter when Grayson walks in and pins me to the bed.

  “What are you doing? I told you to grab a robe,” he whispers in my ear. He captures my lips in a wild kiss and I whimper. “I’m not going to take you yet because once I start I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill. We both need to eat first for the energy.”

  He thrusts his hips into me once before getting up. “Room service is gone so you can either grab that robe or come to dinner half naked. Truth be told, I prefer the latter, but it’s your call. Whatever you decide, make it quick.” With that he leaves the room. I’m not going to sit in front of him in my panties while he’s at least half dressed in his slacks. I’m not that bold. That will take some time.

  I grab the robe from the bathroom and join him at the dining table. He has everything spread out and it looks mouth watering. I make a note that he has also refilled my wine glass.

  “Decided to go with the robe huh?” His grin is infectious and I just want to kiss it off his gorgeous face.

  “Well, I didn’t want to distract you during dinner,” I lie.

  “Sorry to inform you, but you’re a distraction with or without that robe. All I can picture is how I am going to finally have you screaming my name.” I take another sip of my wine to swallow my embarrassment and he chuckles. “I am going to enjoy breaking down those barriers you have erected.”

  He knows how inexperienced I am. Is he going to laugh at me? Is this all a joke to him? “I’m not sexually retarded, I just don’t have the experience you have,” I say, feeling like I need to defend myself.

  “No, baby, of course you’re not. You’re just now being introduced to a real man that’s all. My mission is to pleasure you senseless and introduce you to things you never knew you wanted.” I’m speechless. I know he’ll make good on his threat. I squeeze my legs together to suppress the tingling he just caused down below.

  I take a bite out of my fish and it melts in my mouth. We eat in silence for a few minutes, but I can see he is watching me. We finish our meal and it’s Grayson who makes the first move. He comes to my side of the table before holding out his hand.

  “Come.” I put my hand in his and I’m taken to the bedroom we were in earlier. He slides his hands underneath my robe to ease it off my shoulders. It falls to the floor in a heap along with my confidence. My nipples pebble from his perusal of my half naked body. I’m horny, yet I’m slightly embarrassed for him to see me like this. Liam has seen me naked, but it took some time to be completely comfortable with him seeing my body. I’m nervous that the closer inspection will leave more to be desired. I’m far from stick thin. I don’t think I’m fat. My stomach is flat, but I’m curvy. “Lie on the bed,” he says interrupting my trepidation.

  I do what I’m told and wait for further instruction, but there is none. I watch in amazement as he removes his slacks and stands before me in black boxer briefs. His massive erection is apparent and adds to my nervousness. He slowly climbs on top of me and begins to remove my panties. As he inspects at my body, his jaw twitches and his eyes darken with need. He pins my arms above my head and secures them with one hand. He uses his other hand to explore the length my body. His touch is light as a feather as he skims along my breast and stomach before reaching his intended destination.

  “I see that you’ve waxed. I love that you’re completely bare for me.” To emphasize his point, he runs a finger down my now slick folds. The heat from his fingertips ignites a need to have him inside me. I whimper and he captures my lips with a passionate kiss. His tongue mimics the motions of his fingers as he circles my nub. I can feel the familiar knot in my belly and I begin to tremble in his arms. “That’s it, baby. Come now.” The rasp of his voice sends me over the edge and I explode with the most intense orgasm to date.

  Grayson brings his fingers to his lips and licks away my essence. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. “So sweet. Your taste is fucking fantastic.” He kisses me again and I taste myself on his tongue. “See how good you taste baby?”

  “Yes,” I say breathlessly.

  He pulls off his boxers and his erection juts to attention. “See how hard you make me?” He’s even bigger than I originally thought. He is long, thick, and pure pink perfection. He wraps my hand around him and I can barely close my hand around his girth. He moves my hand up and down his length and I feel him hardening even more. Oh my. I question whether he will fit. A bead of liquid forms at tip of his purplish head and I massage it in between my fingertips. Grayson sucks on my neck and groans as I continue my exploration of his manhood.

  “Your hand feels so good, but I need to be in you now.” He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth before sliding the latex over his impressive length. “Spread your legs, baby.”

  He aligns himself at my entrance and I feel the tip nudging my folds. As he grips my hips, he plunges forward in one quick thrust. “Oh my God,” I moan.

  “Shit, you’re tight. Your pussy is clenching my cock.” He allows me time to acclimate to his size before he begins to move.

  He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me. Setting a delicious rhythm, I feel my climax building again. “Grayson,” I moan. He watches as he enters me before pulling out again. He maintains this slow in-and-out pace until the torture is too much for us both. He slams into me and I know that slow and steady is over.

  “Fuck, yeah. Feel me pound your pretty little pussy.” His pace is animalistic now and it hurts so good. I know I’m going to be sore later. Liam was never this rough with me and I love it.

  Grayson yanks my head back with such intensity that my scalp stings in protest. With my hair wrapped around his fist, he begins his assault on my neck and pushes me over the edge. Light explodes behind my eyes as I yell out his name.

  “Turn over,” he instructs. I turn so that I’m lying on my stomach. His hands caress my ass and give it a gentle squeeze. “You have such a nice ass. The shape of it enthralls me. I just want to take a bite.” Instead of biting me though, he licks one ass cheek then the other. He buries his nose between my folds from behind and sniffs “God, your scent is intoxicating. Get up on your knees for me.”

  My ass is in the air and my face is down on the bed. I feel so exposed, yet I’m dripping wet. He rubs his cock tauntingly against my wetness and I push back against him. I’m so hot for him I can’t stand it. “Please, Grayson,” I beg.

  “So impatient,” he teases. He smacks my ass, sending echoes throughout the room. The stinging catches me off guard, but then he plunges in me from behind and pleasure joins pain in delicious harmony. I find myself pushing my ass back toward him trying to absorb all that he’s giving me. He’s pounding me so relentlessly my legs begin to quake. He is balls d
eep inside me, yet I still can’t get enough. I bite my lip to contain my screams, but it’s pointless. I yell out his name, coming so hard my legs give out. Grayson holds me up with ease as he continues his punishing strokes.

  “Fuck,” he screams and I feel him throbbing inside me with his own release. He looks down at me, shocked. His eyes are wide and he’s panting. It does a lot for my confidence to see him affected this way. “Fucking hell, Siobhan,” he says, when he finds his breath. I’m thinking the exact same thing.

  I can barely breathe, yet I need to answer him. “Yep,” is all I can muster. I grin and Grayson surprises me by jumping out the bed and putting his boxers back on. For a minute I think that he is done with me.

  “I am going to draw you a bath. You are going to be sore, but the hot water will help.” The devious look in eyes tells me he isn’t one bit sorry.

  “Cocky much?”

  “Yes. Very. Everytime you move tomorrow, I want you to remember it was me who claimed that beautiful pussy. I plan to claim every inch of you.”

  “You are so crass.” I blush profusely. I’m not used to language that is so raw and dirty.

  “I warned you earlier there would be no room for shyness. I tell it exactly how it is.”

  The smell of lavender and vanilla wafts from the bathroom. I hear him moving around so I grab my robe and go to see what’s taking him so long. The ambiance of candlelight surrounds the tub. This romantic gesture tugs at my heart; I must remind myself not to fall for this man. He was upfront when he said we could never have more than a casual arrangement. He senses me standing in the doorway and gives me the most enigmatic smile. My heart is definitely in trouble. When he smiles at me, I feel like I’m meeting the real Grayson. Not the professor, not the alpha dominant male, but the side of himself he keeps hidden. Is there more to this man than meets the eye?

  He peels the robe from shoulders it slip to the floor, leaving me bare. The soft lighting helps my embarrassment with my nudity this time. “Are you sore yet?”

  “Just a little. Not much,” I lie. I want this beautiful man to take me again.

  “Turn around and hold on to the sink.” I can feel his erection digging into my backside so I know he has rid himself of his boxers. He cups my breasts from behind, wetness pooling between my legs again. He positions himself between my folds and begins to stroke my clit. I push against him frantically as my core heats up torturously. I think he likes torturing me.

  “Grayson ... please.” I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but with him I just can’t help it.

  “What do you want, baby?” He lets one hand trail slowly down my stomach until it reaches my nub and begins massaging it while I writhe in his arms. “Say the words. I want to hear it. What do you want?”

  “I want you inside me.” My legs are quivering I’m so turned on.

  “What part of me do you want? My cock?” I can hear the humor in his voice.

  “Yes, please.”

  “I’m going to need to you to say the words, baby.”

  His breath caresses the spot behind my ear and I nearly come undone. “I want your cock in me please.” That’s all it takes. I’m pushed forward and he slams into me barbarically while fisting my hair. The sound of skin slapping against skin ricochets through the bathroom as he pounds into me with a fearless rhythm. I find myself backing into him once more, meeting him stroke for stroke. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and I feel a bite of pain before pleasure ensues.

  “Damn, you feel so good, baby. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

  “Yes,” I scream. My vocal encouragement is enough to make him come completely undone. His pace quickens and I can’t hang on any longer. We both scream out as we fall over the edge together.

  “Fuck. Shit,” Grayson says. He balls his hands into fists and his body stiffens. Something is definitely wrong.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask nervously.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  His reason for being upset becomes apparent. He didn’t wear a condom. “Yes.”

  “Shit, I never ride bareback.” His eyes close in frustration.

  I understand he may be upset, but I have just as much reason to worry since he’s Mr. Casual Arrangement. There’s no telling how many women he’s been with.

  “I’m clean if that’s what you are worried about. I was tested a month ago when Liam cheated on me and I haven’t been with anybody else since,” I grumble. “You’re the one with the experience here. I’ve only been with one other person besides you.”

  “Look, I apologize. It’s just that I never go without a condom—ever. I do get tested regularly anyway. My last test was a couple weeks ago in preparation for my arrangement with you.” A look passes over his face, but I’m unsure what it is. Could it be regret?

  The mood has changed and I know he’s done with me when he begins to put his briefs on. “Enjoy your bath before it gets cold. I’ll be in my room across the hall if you need me.” With that he disappears. I knew we would not be sharing a room so why does his leaving feel like a slap in the face? I can’t help but feel a little insecure. I just opened up to him about having only been with one other guy, and he goes off in a huff anyway. Is he turned off by my inexperience? Was he expecting more from me? His mercurial mood swings confuses me. I don’t know how to read him.

  I ease into the hot water and lean back until I’m neck deep. I close my eyes and let the memories from tonight replay in my mind before everything got screwed up. Grayson is hands down the best lover. I was so caught up in the moment, that I’m just realizing I was able to experience an orgasm through penetration alone. Three times to be exact. He is so raw and gritty with sex, but at the same time he gives me unparalleled pleasure.

  After soaking in the tub, I head to my bedroom where I find my suitcase sitting on the bed. Grayson must have brought it in from the living room. I quickly grab a tank top and panties. No sense in wasting the satin slips I brought since he didn’t stick around long enough to see me in it. Good thing I didn’t waste money buying that French nonsense from Agent Provocateur. I get into bed and slide under the luxurious feel of the down comforter. I can’t help but feel alone. A tear falls down my cheek and I brush it away. If I continue this arrangement I need to recognize it for what it is and what it isn’t. This isn’t a relationship, it’s two people satisfying their needs and nothing more. This is an opportunity to get fucked really well and learn what my body likes. I smile at this rationalization and I’m determined to make the most of it. I just have to remember to leave my heart out of it.

  THE SUN SHINING brightly through the opened drapes awakens me. I make an attempt to close them but my thigh muscles protest. The ache is even deeper in my core, signaling that I have indeed been fucked well. I fall back onto the bed and giggle at Grayson’s proclamation that today I’ll remember who claimed my vajayjay. Well that wasn’t his word for it, but he is so crude. In my fit of laughter, I don’t notice that he’s entered the room until he’s standing over me.

  “What’s so funny?”

  The smile disappears from my face. Damn he’s going to think I’m nuts. I cover my face with my hands. “Nothing. I was just thinking about something.” I peek through my fingers to see if he’s buying it. He’s smiling ear to ear.

  “Uh huh. I want to know. I will tickle it out you if I have to.”

  “What?” Before I know it, he’s on me. His fingers dig into my ribs and my stomach and I can’t contain my laughter. “Okay ... okay. I will tell you. Just stop before I pee myself.” I am surprised at this fun side of Grayson, but I like it.

  “Oh yeah, that would be really sexy,” he chides. He stops tickling me, but his hands hover as if he could pounce at any second. “Now tell me.”

  I feel the heat flush up my neck. “I was thinking about your prediction that I would remember who claimed my vajayjay every time I move today,” I blush.

  “I believe my exact words were beautiful pussy,” he says wic
kedly. “And do you?”

  “Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I’m quite sore.”

  “Umm, I see. We’ll just have to do something about that.” He crawls on the bed with me and I’m eager to see what he has in mind. “Lie back and put your knees up.”

  I do as I’m told. I lift my hips as he slides my panties down my legs. His tongue travels a path from my instep all the way up my inner thigh.

  WHEN HE REACHES my core, he breathes me in before taking the first lick to my clit. He begins a leisurely pace alternating between nibbling and sucking. My hand finds his hair and I tightly grip it to hold on for the ride. His tongue pushes inside me and I feel wetness pooling with each stroke. “God, Grayson, please don’t stop.” He answers my plea with ferocity and determination, pushing me into ecstasy. He swirls his tongue around my nub before pulling it between his teeth. The sensitive nerve endings have me bucking off the bed. Grayson stills my hips as he has his way with me.

  “Keep still,” he warns. He adjusts my legs around his shoulders and lifts me slightly off the bed. I suspect this is to give him better control of my movements. He buries his face between my legs and continues his delicious assault. He licks me with fervor until I can no longer control myself. My legs begin to quake around his head and he growls in satisfaction. “Grayson,” I yell, holding onto each syllable as I orgasm. My body goes limp and I lie boneless on the bed. His ability to get me off so quickly is astonishing. It proves I’m not sexually inept; it just takes the right partner.