With that sentence, Gray lost control. His eyes turned black, the veins running up his arm took on the same colour, standing out against his skin, and his aura swirled to life around him. This was the reminder, if one was ever needed, that Gray was a God and not a typical man.
His hand curled into my hair, fingers tangled in the strands, and he tugged, bringing my head up before claiming my mouth as his own. I smiled into the kiss, turned on by his rough behaviour. Gray’s free hand ran down my back, cupping my ass before moving to the front and in between my legs, making me groan in delight.
I was already wet for him, and his fingers teased along my folds before he slipped two into me.
“Fuck.” He breathed the word into my hair, and I moaned into his chest, my hands gripping onto him.
Gray smelled like bitter coffee, books, and bonfire. It was a heady mix that I associated with him. It was what I sensed before I saw him in the lab or the house. A mixture of all the things I loved.
He pushed another finger into me, and I squirmed against his hand.
“Please. Please,” I begged him.
A dark chuckle that came from Gray before he removed his fingers. He picked me up with ease, carrying me until my back hit the wall of the hallway.
“Always so impatient,” he muttered, looking at me.
My fingers sunk into his hair, and he lowered his mouth to suck and lick at my nipple. I nipped at his ear, and he responded in kind, making me gasp at the mix of pleasure and pain.
It was Gray’s aura that held me against the wall as he took off his shorts and discarded them before turning his attention to the other nipple, making my back arch to his touch.
“Gray, please.” I wasn’t capable of stringing together more of a sentence.
The burning desire for him had grown over the past few weeks, and to have him so close and yet not close enough was driving me insane. I dug my fingers into his hair again and pulled his head back so I could look at him, panting.
Gray let me down from against the wall and my shaky feet hit the ground. If I wanted something from him, I was going to have to get it because Gray liked to make me beg and I wasn’t in the mood for those games.
Hooking a leg around his, Gray looked at me in confusion as I pushed his chest and sent him to the ground with a thump. He looked up at me from the floor, and I gave him a sultry smile before sitting on top of him and pinning him with my knees.
“You can’t help but tease, can you?” I asked.
I reached behind me and grabbed his hard cock, thumb rubbing over the head. Slowly, I lifted myself, lining him up to me before sinking onto it. I kept my eyes on him and watched his face go slack with desire as he filled me inch by inch. It felt so good to have him there again. And the moan that came from Gray pushed me further.
“Quentin. Fuck,” he uttered.
Quentin. No longer Scott. He was just as caught up as I was if he’d dropped the formality of using my family name. I usually hated people calling me Quentin, but when Gray said it, it sounded musical, and I wanted to hear it again.
“More?” I asked him.
He looked at me, eyes pitch black and almost demonic, as he nodded his head. I was in control. Instead of seating myself fully onto his dick, I lifted, only leaving the head of him inside me. Gray let out a growl, and I felt the vibrations through his chest.
“Always so impatient, Gray,” I repeated the words he told me.
The smirk was wiped clean from my face when Gray flipped us over and my back hit the wooden floorboards. His hard muscles pushed against the curves of my body, pressing me down against the surface.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” he hissed.
Gray grabbed my legs, forcing them apart, and buried his dick deep inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip to stop from screaming out. He thrust his hips, and I met every movement, finally allowing myself to moan at the pleasure he provided.
“Does he fuck you like this?” Gray asked, pressing his forehead against mine.
I wanted to respond to him, but I couldn’t form the words, instead my fingers pulled at his hair. Gray’s hand pulled my head up so that our mouths met again, and soon our tongues battled for dominance.
“You feel so good, Gray,” I mumbled against his lips.
“Maybe we should stop.”
I whimpered at the thought, and Gray smirked.
