Lessons In Grey: Shadows of Sin, page 21
I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling myself against him, grinding myself against him again.
His hand found my thigh, the other releasing my hair only to slide up my sweater and palm my breast, pulling out another groan from deep within me.
I ripped my lips away from his, my head spinning from lack of oxygen, and his lips found my neck, biting hard only to soothe it with his tongue a moment later. Fuck, I needed more. I wanted more.
I leaned back, unbuttoning his shirt, his hands finding the hem of my sweater, discarding it just as I finished with the buttons. Fuck, I was glad I had opted out of a bra. I wanted him so desperately, things felt sloppy and chaotic, but wasn’t that what this was? What our souls were? A wandering demon and a lost ghost crashing together in the night of euphoric chaos.
I would never admit this to anyone, but as soon as my eyes fell to his chest, drool pooled in my mouth. Tattoos covered him, black and gray, some red, painting the smooth scape that was his hardened chest, but there was one tattoo that drew my eyes the most.
A raven, wings spread, beady eyes staring directly into my soul from where it had been etched into his abdomen. I ran my fingers over it, his body shuddering in response, pulling my eyes back to his. Just like his ring. “Lay back,” he instructed and brushed his lips against mine again.
I caught my lip between my teeth and nodded, slowly laying back on the cool table, shivers coating my skin, loving the way his eyes grew with lust when I did what he wanted.
“Hips up,” he ordered.
I put my heels on the edge of the table and kicked my hips up.
He slid his fingers under the edge of my leggings and thong with ease, sliding them down my legs and finally off my feet, discarding them behind him.
There I was, exposed to him, revealing my dripping pussy to his hungry eyes.
He ran his tongue over his lips as if he were a starving man and my arousal was his favorite meal.
He took each leg, hooking it over his shoulder, pulling me up until my entire bottom half was hovering, leaving only my upper back on the table.
“You will cum for me, Emily, is that clear?”
I truly was filled with collapsing stars and building galaxies. The only thing I felt under my skin was this buzzing, electrifying current of need and desire. “Yes,” I said on a breathless moan.
He wrapped his hands around my hips and dove in, flattening his tongue against my slit, running it straight up until he hit my clit.
I groaned, arching against him, grabbing onto the table as a moan ripped from my chest. “Fuck.”
He flicked his tongue, sucking, kissing, licking as stars danced behind my eyes.
I was getting tongue fucked by a man who killed people for a living. By a man who had managed to keep a gun hidden in his desk for the last two and a half months. Who drove that car with such ease, as if he were making love to the roads.
I wasn’t even on the same plane of existence as the rest of the world. I was being fucked by a madman who had no problem putting a bullet between the eyes of someone who hurt me.
My heart slammed as I shoved myself against him, grinding my hips up. I reached down, wrapping my hand into the hair at the crown of his head, my lips parted in untethered moans as his eyes lifted, finding mine. He flicked his tongue, uncaring that my thighs were pressing around his head, uncaring that I was scoring his scalp. He didn’t slow. His eyes were black now, not an ounce of hazel left.
He rose one brow and then slowly slid a finger in.
I cried out, slamming back against the table. “Oh, fuck, Grey,” I panted as he added another finger, fucking me hard and fast, his tongue circling, teasing, pressing against my clit.
I felt my end nearing. I couldn’t stop it. It already felt explosive. It was bubbling under my skin, simmering through my veins, burning brighter and brighter and brighter until—
I cried out, my legs tightening painfully around him as the orgasm slammed through me in waves of white sparks and fire. I swear to God, I saw stars as he kept sucking, his fingers kept moving, as if he were trying to slurp up every ounce of arousal my body was creating.
When I was nothing but a whimpering mess, he finally pulled out, my legs falling limply around him as he straightened, a purely male smile decorating his face as he stepped up between my legs and took my hand gently.
I let him pull me up, my legs falling to either side of him, the buzzing of the orgasm still raking through me as his rock solid bulge pressed against the too sensitive skin between my legs.
He slid his hand into my hair, pulling me forward until our foreheads fell together, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I could smell me wafting from his lips. “You’re such a good girl, Emily, such a good girl for me,” he mumbled.
I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I slid my hand around his neck and pulled him against me, pressing my lips against his, sliding my tongue into his mouth, lapping up every ounce of myself from him while my other hand unclipped his belt, his button. I slid my hand under his pants, his boxers, and wrapped my hand around him, keeping him against me as his moans fell down my throat.
That’s what I was. I was a good girl just for him, only for him.
Fuck, I could barely wrap my hand around the shaft of his cock. Part of me feared for my life, the other part of me, the more irrational, addicted part, just wanted him to fill me in every way I could be filled.
I wrapped my legs around him again and used my leverage around his shoulders to pull myself up and guide myself onto him.
I broke our kiss, a groan ripping from my soul as the tip of him slid across my slit.
I gasped as his hands slid around my thighs, spreading me open further, My breath caught, his eyes finding mine, as I slowly slid onto him, feeling myself stretch around him.
“Fuck, Emily,” he snarled, “you feel so fucking good, baby.”
I couldn’t breathe. “That has to be all of it,” I grunted, leaning back enough to look into his eyes properly.
He shook his head. “Not even close. Come on, Snowflake, you can take it. You can take all of it.”
I swallowed, feeling him spread me a little more, giving him a better angle.
I whimpered as he slid another inch of himself into me, filling me in ways I hadn’t honestly believed were possible.
He set me back on the table, and I leaned back on one hand, pain shooting up my arm as the other hand remained around the back of his neck.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
I was seeing spots.
“Fuck, you’re so good to me, baby. A little more, you can do it. Do it for me. Open yourself up to me like the good girl you are.”
I forced myself to relax.
His eyes lifted to mine, and he smiled, pushing himself in the rest of the way.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my nails digging into the back of his neck.
Grey stopped and we both sat in silence, our racing hearts and panting breaths the only thing filling the room as I got used to the size of him. He didn’t have impossible length, nothing insane, it was all girth. He was fucking perfect.
Grey slid his hands around my hips, pinning me down, his eyes locking with mine for only a moment before he slid out to the very tip and slid back in.
His motions were slow at first. Slow and deep, sensual, his eye contact so intense, I felt like I was baring my soul to him. I felt as if he could see every single broken and shattered piece of my blackened mind and it only made him feral for more.
He sped up, slowly becoming more aggressive. Faster, slamming into me so hard, my overwhelming arousal was clear as the sound filled the space fully.
His grunts and growls filled every corner of my mind as my moans echoed around us. He was hitting that spot with each and every thrust due to the way I was sitting, and fuck, if I wasn’t high off his goddamn everything.
I felt my undoing again, but I needed him closer. I needed to feel him as I came undone around him.
I pulled myself up, lifting myself up around his hips, wrapping myself tightly around him as he wrapped himself around me and kept going, his forehead pressed into mine.
“Are you going to cum for me again, Snowflake?”
I nodded, biting my lip as the feeling grew. “Are you?”
He grunted. “Beg me for it. Beg me to cum for you. You and only you. Beg me,” he growled.
I constricted around him, feeling myself right about to tip over the edge. “Please,” I half whimpered just as it exploded through me. “Fuck, Grey,” I cried, tightening around him, my fingers digging into his flesh. “Let me be your undoing.”
He kept going, harder, faster, until every muscle under his skin contracted against mine. “Oh fuck, Emily,” he cursed, letting go inside of me. He kept going, a few more pumps, as if he had to make sure every ounce of him was so deep within me, it would never come out.
I fell around his shoulders, my body going limp, every piece of me sore as his hands eased around my thighs, his body shuddering against mine.
My head fell against his shoulder as he tilted his own to one side, kissing my head. I was suddenly exhausted.
He kissed me again. “I’m going to put you in bed, okay?” he said, already turning around. “And then I’m going to get you some water, and you will drink all of it.”
I nodded, curling around him, still connected, his cock resting inside of me as if that’s where it would live for the rest of our days.
I was fine with that. Fuck, I was already ready to go another round, but the yawn fighting to crack through my jaw told a different story.
I could barely keep my eyes open as he carried me to my bed and gently kicked back the covers before laying me down.
I gasped when he finally slid out of me, curling into myself as he pulled the blankets over me, kissed my head, and straightened.
I couldn’t help but take all of him in from head to toe, his pants resting low on his hips, the proof of what just happened still dripping from his twitching cock.
God, how did I take all of it?
“Like what you see?”
My cheeks burned bright red, the smile that touched my lips tired and uninhibited. “Yeah,” I whispered, chewing on my lip.
He chuckled. “Good, it’s all yours, whenever you want it. I’ll be right back, rest.”
I watched after him until he disappeared around the corner. I shivered, still feeling the after-effects of what had just transpired. I’ve had plenty of sex before. One night stands, quick fucks at parties, but never anything like that. Never that fierce or that praising. I almost hated that we had waited so long, but on the other hand, I was glad. It might not have been like this if we had done it before. Now, I wasn’t going back to Jordan playing games with my head. There was nobody around me to convince me that I was a piece of shit who didn’t deserve any of this.
Nobody except for me, I supposed.
When he returned, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and took the glass from him. “Thank you,” I said, unable to help my glance down at where he had tucked himself away. Fuck, this was a drug. We were a drug.
I took a long drink as he sat down at the edge of my bed and watched me, his hair tousled and unkempt, the feeling of it in my fingers still remaining. “Are you going to stay?”
A tired smile touched his own lips. “Yes. Drink, sleep. I need to make a phone call and then I’ll join you.”
I nodded, setting the cup to the side before settling back in the bed, already half-asleep. “You filled this whole place with me.”
He leaned over, gently tucking my unruly hair behind my ear, his eyes still black, still filled with this warmth that made my skin tingle. “It was easy. You have a very specific style, a very specific way about you. Finding the things that make you happy? It’s easy.”
My eyes filled as he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine, running his tongue across my bottom lip, setting my soul on fire once again.
When he pulled back, I was ready for him. I needed him again. I didn’t want this night to end. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled, finding my eyes.
I nodded, but it took me a moment to fall away from him, and he waited until that moment before he stood.
I watched after him, watching the way his body moved as he left the room, blushing when I saw the marks on his back, some laced with blood, from my frail, brittle nails.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, if only to hide the smile from myself. Fuck.
21
Grey
November 3rd, 2021
I sucked on my fingers as if they were a goddamn lollipop as I walked across the room. Fuck, I could still feel her wrapped around me, tightening, quivering, shaking.
I thought I was addicted before, I thought I understood what addiction meant, but I was wrong. She was in my bones. She was in the very blood running through my veins. She was every thought, every whisper of breath through my lungs. I couldn’t breathe without her near.
And now that I had a taste of her, I wasn’t sure how I could just go back to work tomorrow without her.
I walked across the loft, picking my phone up off the floor from where it had slipped out of my pocket while I was fucking her into oblivion. Not a crack on the screen. Now I had to thank Jack for forcing me to get a screen protector.
With an eyeroll, I called Malachi.
“Greetings, my beautiful boy!” he said cheerfully. “How has the weekend been?”
I turned back towards the closed bedroom door, running my tongue over my bottom lip just for another little taste. “Matthew should be left to rot at the bottom of the fucking ocean,” I said under my breath, although it didn’t come off as angry as it should have.
Malachi was quiet a moment. “He reported how she looked when she walked out of the house this morning,” he replied sorrowfully. “I’m so sorry, Greyson. That never should have happened.”
I could hear the sincerity in his voice, and I couldn’t help the sympathy I felt in return. There was no way he could have known what was happening in that house, and I never gave him permission to enter it.
“Matthew said you moved her out.”
I nodded, leaning back against the table, now askew from where the movers had placed it yesterday. “We’re in her new place now, took all day to move. I’m sure he knows where though.”
“The city block and building, but not the number. I suppose that’s up to your digression whether you want to give it to me or not.”
I thought about it. “No. The less people know about it, the better.”
“What will you do about her stepbrother?” he asked, unoffended by the information I was keeping from him.
Malachi was good in that sense. He didn’t take it as us not trusting him, in fact, he trusted us enough to know that certain things were needed to be kept from him in order for this to work. In the same way, he kept things from us, and we trusted that he only did it for our benefit.
Killing Jordan was the first option, and I wanted to. I wanted to kill him with everything in me. “Maybe I’ll play some games first.” He liked to play games with her. Cause her psychological and physical damage. I could do the same, only I was far better at it than he was.
“I pegged Azrael as the gameplayer, not you,” he said in that voice that told me it was a warning and the worry of a father.
He didn’t want me falling off the deep end, and I wouldn’t. I had control. More control than the other three, and after the high I just experienced, I was in a better place to consider my options rather than just outright killing him.
Today had started out terribly, but it was ending on a good note.
“Would you like me to pull Matthew off?” he asked when I didn’t respond.
I considered his words carefully. “No,” I finally decided. “You always taught us to trust our gut.”
“One of our first lessons.”
I nodded, straightening. “I feel like something is coming, and I’m not going to be able to be around all the time, so keep him on her for now.”
“Okay, that’s not a problem. Matthew’s in the middle of this amazing book, Lord of the Rings, have you ever heard of it? Fantastic writing, and the imagery? Oh, to die for.”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s in his 30’s and just now reading the Lord of the Rings? Where has he been living? Under a rock?”
Malachi chuckled. “He’s a good man.”
“Good men read Lord of the Rings before they hit true adulthood. Ridiculous,” I muttered. “Of course, I’ve read it,” I answered his previous question. “Goodnight, Malachi, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Stay safe and protect that beautiful woman of yours at all costs. You have my blessing.” Click.
I had his blessing.
It had taken him a while before he had given his blessing to Jack and Rae. A few months. Maybe half a year, I couldn’t really remember, their relationship was a whirlwind of mystery and intrigue, of murder and chaos, love and twisted memories. I was still shocked they had held it together for so long, but I was proud of where they were now. Just over two years of being together now, traveling. It was beautiful.
With a sigh, I turned back to the door, taking a step towards it only for my phone to ding.
Eris: You’ll regret ever stepping foot
in this city.
I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone onto the table, picking up Emily’s from the floor and setting it next to mine before heading for the room. He had been spewing the same shit for a month now. I’d regret killing Jyce. No, what I was regretting was dealing with an asshole like him. All bark, no bite. It didn’t matter anyway, I’d deal with him soon enough. Right now, I wanted to drown.
If it had been any one of my brothers that had been gutted like a fish all over a stripper stage, I would have found and killed those responsible the day of.
I quietly pushed open the door, finding Emily curled up in the bed, snoring softly, the bruises from our time together already appearing across her neck.
I walked over to her, brushing away the hair from her face, taking in her perfect, beautiful features, her soft pink lips. Fuck, I needed to taste them again, but she was exhausted. She had had a long day physically and emotionally. Tomorrow morning, she would feel the pain of what Jordan had done to her and what I had done to her. Tomorrow she may go back up to the highest of all highs, and when she fell back down, I would be here, always.
