by J. L. Beck
“I want to touch you,” I whispered. I didn’t even recognize my own voice. Nothing in that moment mattered more than feeling his body against mine. If I was going to die, then this would be the perfect way to go out.
Leaving one hand against my hip, he took his other one and untied my hands from the bed railing. Without hesitation I gripped his hair pulling him closer to me.
Closer. I need him closer. I told myself.
“It’s nothing more than an agreement.” Grayson’s words were soft, as he gripped my hips in his hands. I couldn’t see the look on his face because of the blindfold but I knew if I could, that he would look different, less dark, less cold. I knew there was no going back after this.
Taking a deep breath, I lurched forward putting every single emotion I could into that one single kiss. My fingers combed through his hair, and my lips ground against his as he deepened the kiss, pushing off that last rock we were sitting precariously upon.
Grayson’s hands weaved underneath me, and in a flash I was sitting on his very naked lap. A gasp wanted to escape me, but he refused to let it, taking the moment to ravish me once again.
“Your mind, your body, and your soul are mine for one singular night.” His words slipped out as he cascaded kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I took the chance to pull the blindfold off and get one last look at him, and as I did I was shown just how much he was exposing himself.
Grayson gave me a sexy smile before pulling my tank top off. My cheeks grew red as I realized I hadn’t put a bra on.
“So full and firm,” he whispered, pulling my nipple into his mouth as his other hand gripped my breast. I tried not to blush knowing that I had done far worse things than what he was currently doing to me. Pleasure filled my veins, and my blood soared as my emotions started to spiral out of control.
Never had a man brought me to my knees so easily.
Grayson was my weakness and would ultimately be my death. I knew it, and I was sure that he knew it by now as well.
With a loud pop he released my nipple from his mouth and with it went every ounce of pleasure. Regret started to form deep inside of me, but before I could even say a single word Grayson was stripping me completely bare. My sleep pants, along with my panties were thrown to the grown. I was exposed to this man, this man that I wanted to care for, but at the same time didn’t know if I could trust.
“When you were with him did he make you come, Ellie?” A shiver ran down my spine for more than one reason. How did he know about him, and why did he care if he gave me pleasure or not? I held still, my heartbeat rising with every passing second as he watched me closely. His eyes roamed my body, promising me things that I knew could never be true.
No,” I said without further thought. I didn’t want to lie to Grayson. The only person whom brought pleasure to me was myself. His lips lifted in a dark smile, his hand lifting to trace the contours of my face. He watched me, looking for some type of emotion in my features, whatever it was he was looking for though, he wasn’t getting. Not from me.
“Well, I’m going to bring you to the brink of exhaustion tonight. I’ll push you to the boundary between pleasure and pain, and then…” His face came down to my ear. His teeth nipped at my skin, and goosebumps swarmed me. He was like a hot knife through butter. Smooth. And he melted me straight to the core. “I’ll do it all over again,” he finished.
My body shook with his words, the thought of what he could do to me taking over in my mind. Seconds passed where we stared at one another and then he was on me, possessing me in a way he hadn’t before. His hands were in my hair and down my back.
I could finally feel every inch of him. His cock was pressed firmly against my core, causing a shiver to travel down my spine
“Don’t be shy. He’s ready for you.” Grayson’s voice was velvet. I swallowed the lump in my throat and gripped him firmly in my hand. He was large, his head swollen with just a small amount of pre-cum on it. I wanted to lick it away and see if he would mewl in the darkness for more.
At the thought, my pussy clenched with a need like never before. Grayson must’ve saw it in my eyes, because in a moment I was pushed to my back, my legs spread, while his hot breath fanned against my entrance.
“I want you to know that your pussy is beautiful.” Grayson’s lips fell against my inner thigh, and a sigh almost escaped me. Never had my ex fiancé, gone down on me. He considered it disgusting. Now here I was about to experience it for the first time with a man I barely knew.
My stomach flip-flopped as Grayson’s thick digit entered me. This would be the first time since…
“When I tell you to take my cock, you take it.” Spit clung to my face as he pressed me further down onto his cock. My throat burned and my eyes began to water, but I knew if I didn’t do this, something worse could happen.
“Ellie…” Grayson said my name with more concern than needed, and as soon as my eyes popped open I knew why. I had a flashback, to events from the past with a man not even worth mentioning.
“I want you,” I begged, knowing he would stop if I told him where I just went. That I had climbed back into my own mind, clinging to the darkness of my past.
He watched me with caution before slowly entering me with his finger again. My pussy clenched around him without thought, and my nails dug into his back. I could feel the tingly sensation building deep inside of me as he worked himself in and out, adding another finger slowly.
“As you come I want you to think of me, and the next time you play with yourself I want you to picture riding my face.” My senses were starting to shut down, but I still caught what he said as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
“Whattt… Ahhhh…” I couldn’t even get the why out to his question because every nerve on my body was on edge. My toes curled as his tongue swirled around my clit. One second he was entering me with it and the next he was licking and sucking in a manner that reminded me of eating ice cream. My legs shook as a wave of pleasure hit me.
Everything felt hotter as my body went into overdrive. His hands gripped my hips firmly holding me in place as he licked every drop that dripped from me. I gripped the sheets with all my might, praying he would stop, praying he’d never stop at the same time.
“Say my name, Ellie. Purr it. Scream it. Because I won’t stop until you can’t grip these bed sheets any longer.” My head shot up as a scream escaped me. I was coming, and it was nothing like I had ever been able to do for myself. Grayson’s fingers dug deeper into my ass, keeping my pussy in line with his face as he lapped at me, skimming between my folds with his nose and tongue.
By the time he was finished, my legs were jelly and I was spent. Never in my life had I come this hard before, but this man, this devilishly, evil man named Grayson had proven me wrong.
“I don’t think I can take much more,” I moaned into the pillow against my face. I was sweaty and thoroughly worked over, and my lady bits had never been so on fire. Grayson had shown me something no one ever had, and I would cherish that no matter what.
“Oh, there is much, much, much more where that came from.” He laughed, gripping his cock in his hand as he nudged me over onto my belly. I turned my face out, so I could look at him over my shoulder, and the sight I caught was one I will never forget.
There was a look of longing in his soft grey-blue eyes. He traced a line down my curved spine, and I fell into his touch so easily, wanting more of it as soon as his finger left me.
Then just like clouds after a storm the look was gone. Our eyes met over my shoulder as I watched him grab a condom and slide it on. My lips watered, and my stomach filled with butterflies as I felt him press against my entrance.
“Do you want it hard?” His hand lifted into my dark brown hair, pulling my head back causing my scalp to burn. “Or soft?” I could feel his lips at the base of my neck. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just knew I wanted him, however I could have him.
“I don’t care how it happens, I just want
you.” With a deep growl of approval, or maybe it was something else, he entered me hard. I was pushed forward, my face resting firmly on the pillow with my ass in the air as he pounded into me. Each glide of his cock forced his balls to smack against my clit.
“Ahhh…” I couldn’t keep the moan of pleasure in any longer. My fingers gripped the pillow beneath me tightly, and as I felt the distinct build of an orgasm forming I wondered if it could get much better than this.
“Do you want to come? I can feel that sweet pussy clenching like a vice every time I slide in. Just like this…” He slid in as far as he could go, smacking my g-spot right in the face with his dick.
“Please…” I pleaded with him. The pleasure was almost pain as it continued to build. My toes curled, and my bones felt as if they were melting, but he refused to let up. Instead he pulled out, only to slide in as slow as he could, causing every single hair on my body to stand on end.
“Beg for it,” he grunted. Grayson’s voice was deeper and darker than usual telling me he too was close to the edge.
“I want to come. Let me come. Please…” I gasped as he grinded himself against me. My body tightened and I could feel the moment he allowed me to come, because it was the same moment he also allowed himself, too.
With three more hard slams into me, we were both panting one another’s names as we rode out our orgasms.
I had never felt so connected, yet disconnected to someone…
When I awoke the next morning, I wasn’t sure if what had happened between Ellie and I was a mistake or godsend. Knowing she had craved me with the same desires all along caused the coldness in my chest to seep away, but it also made things a lot more complicated.
I could tell sex was far more to her than it ever was to me from the second I slid into her. The way her eyes rolled lightly as I slammed in again and again. Most women couldn’t handle a man in control, and I didn’t think she could either, but she took everything I gave her without plea.
Staring silently into the morning light that casted upon us, I knew that today would be the end of anything that had started. I had caused this mess, and now I had complicated it further. Deep down somewhere inside the pitiful darkness of me, there was a man that longed for someone like her.
My sister would’ve loved her.
I couldn’t go there. I couldn’t think about her and not want answers to my questions. Therefore, I shoved her to the back of my mind once more.
Why dwell on the past when you can’t go back to alter the future? Instead I forced my attention to Ellie and her still sleeping form next to me. It wasn’t a surprise to me that she was still sleeping. We had sex three more times last night, and I knew more than anyone that she was going to be a slow riser from that alone this morning.
My eyes glided over her dark hair and alabaster white skin. She was so fragile, like a flower in a field that had the potential to grow into something big given the right living conditions. I wanted her to have that potential.
For a few moments I stared, my eyes going straight to her parted lips. They were a dusty pink color and slightly bruised from my kisses last night, yet as I kept my eyes on them I could feel it in my chest that I wanted nothing more than to see a smile form on her lips every day that I was alive.
Warmth seeped into my bones, and just as I was going to lean over and place a soft kiss on her shoulder my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Immediately, anxiety took place of any happy feelings I had previously had.
Exhaling a breath of air, I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I had a couple texts from the guys, but nothing stood out to me quite like the one from Tuck.
6:53 AM Tuck: Something's up.
6:58 AM Tuck: I'll try to cover as long as I can to buy you some time.
7:00 AM Tuck: They know.
I gripped my phone in my hand, another breath leaving me. It was starting to feel the same way it had when I lost her. The walls were closing in around me. Hands were clamping around my neck, and oxygen was no longer filtering into my lungs. I couldn’t go on with this anymore.
“Grayson…” Ellie’s voice blanketed me in warmth, pulling me from the murky memories and thoughts of my own mind, and God how I wanted to keep her for myself. It was as if she was an angel sent down from the heavens to bring me back to the good side. To remind me of all that is great in life.
“Grayson, are you alright?” The way she said my name reminded me of last night, and the many nights that I could have her as my own if I just could...
This is what you get, Grayson. The one thing you want more than life in your grasp, only to know that it has to be taken away.
I shook my head. I knew I had to do something. I had to uncover her secrets, and I needed to do so without exposing too much of myself.
“What we shared last night was amazing…” I started out, not wanting to scare her away. However, I needed her to know that what had happened wouldn't happen again. I had come to that conclusion after all of the unsaid feelings I got this morning.
“Usually the woman says that, or something like... this can’t happen again, it was a mistake.” She smiled and as her lips lifted, I felt everything inside of me that was dark evaporate.
“Well that’s not the case here. It can’t happen again for numerous reasons.” I paused, watching the light leave her eyes. My words hurt her. I understood it though, because it hurt me, too.
“Go on…” She concurred.
“We need to discuss some things regarding you and your past.” I kept my features neutral, watching her eyes as panic settled deep within them. A storm was brewing under the surface. I was just curious when the first lightning bolt would strike. Placing my phone back on the nightstand, I stood from the bed. I couldn’t sit next to her knowing that I was about to rip apart everything good that we had just shared.
“My past has not a damn thing to do with you.” Her chest rose and fell as anger formed on her face.
I tried not to laugh, but a non-amused chuckle left my throat. Miss Ellie had no idea how wrong she was about that.
“I know your past is littered with a darkness similar to my own, and that you’re barely hiding it underneath all the shit you use to tell yourself that it’s still not there, not haunting you.” Surprise showed on her features, which in turn, turned to rage.
“You know nothing about me, Grayson. Nothing but what I want you to know, so before you start comparing me to you, realize that you don’t have a damn clue what my past consists of.” Her small hands were balled up into fists, and her cheeks were glowing red. She had pissed off written all over her face, yet again I had to tell her just how fucking wrong she really was.
“Ellie, you can lie to everyone else, but I already told you who I was and what I was capable of. You believing me had not a damn thing to do with me.” One of my hands ran through my hair vigorously because I knew what I was about to say was going to be the atomic bomb on her pissed off face.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do, or who you kill! You act like you’re the first criminal I have ever been with? Spare me the fucking details, Grayson…” She growled and shoved from the bed, obviously not able to sit any longer either.
“I need to know everything, Ellie.” I tried not to sound desperate, but she didn’t know all I truly wanted to do was save her. Get her out of here, but yet keep her close to me at the same time.
Her lip curled up in a snarl. “You don’t need to know shit.”
“I do, because your dad is looking for you, and he hired my team to find you.” The bomb had been dropped right in her lap. She took a staggered step back as if I had physically slapped her. One hand went to her mouth covering up whatever cry was going to leave her lips, while her eyes began to water with fresh tears that refused to fall.
Never had I wanted to comfort someone more in my entire life. I knew the moment that I looked at her and watched the defeat take over her body that her father had done her wrong in more than one horrible way. Hell, I knew who her father was and the
fact that I knew nothing of him having a daughter told me he didn’t really give a fuck about her from the start.
“Oh God… this can’t be happening…” Her dark blue eyes were frantic, her voice high pitched in fear. She knew far more than she was letting on, that much was true right now.
“It is… which is why I need you to be extremely honest with me. I need to know everything…” I tried to remain cool about everything, but I couldn’t help my feelings based off of her reaction. I was angry, fuming, and sad all at the same time, simply because I knew there was not a fucking thing we could do to get ourselves out of this situation.
“I need to leave. I need to run. Go into hiding.” Her voice and eyes seemed distant, as if she was closing in on herself.
“No. No…” I crossed the room in a breath, my hands reaching out to grab her and hold her in place.
“Yes, Grayson!” Her eyes were vacant of the Ellie I had seen previously. In them lingered so much sadness and fear that I couldn’t comprehend what he had even done to her. “My father is a horrible, disgusting man, and if he finds me I’m dead. Hell, I’m dead now if he’s hired you to find me.” She seemed to pull from my touch, as if my hands burned her skin.
“Ellie, I told you before I wanted to let you go. That the plan all along had been to let you leave…” I was about to find myself in hotter water.
“Let me leave? The plan was to let me leave even when you knew that my father wanted my head on a stake?” She laughed, but it wasn’t humorous; instead it was full of anger and aggression.
“I just found out about the bounty on your head, Ellie. I didn’t know who your father was until I received the folder with your name on it. The guys that live here with me don’t know that I have you here, they don’t know that you’re the one person we're searching for…” I sounded defeated and believe me when I say I was, but I wanted to try and keep her calm.
She scowled. “So now what are you going to do? Sell me out to them? I’m as good as dead either way. I can’t remain hidden here forever, I would rather die than be confined to a living-quarters ever again.”
