Mr. Grayson: Billionaires’ Club Book 4: Chapter 22

Iwasn’t a careless fool. So, what the fuck happened to me being responsible while having sex? Never before in my adult life had anything taken complete control of my sense of reason, my body, and my actions until I impulsively kissed Bree’s lips.

That’s when I lost all self-control and my ability to function with a woman in my arms coherently. It felt beyond fucking incredible, but Jesus, how was this playing out in Bree’s mind? She’d met a side of me that I didn’t even know existed—a man controlled by wanting her more than he knew. A man who allowed his sexual drive to overrule his reason when it came to needing to be inside her, craving that more than anything when the possibility was made available to him.

A man who was growing hard while he thought about taking her body again, feeling her tight pussy again, and most of all, a man who’d decided to run a goddamn bath? This sure as hell wasn’t a side of me I knew existed.

I smirked when I glanced at the silver fondue set that I’d placed near the bath, filled with warm chocolate next to a bowl of fresh strawberries and cherries. There was wine chilling in my silver ice bucket, and I’d even busted out the crystal wine glasses. I might as well fill this tub with red rose petals and call it a goddamn honeymoon. What the hell was wrong with me?

First, I was playing with fire by having sex without protection, and now I was running bubble baths? So much for thinking I couldn’t be a romantic man when it came to having sex. Now, here I was daydreaming about being inside her again while looking out at the ocean on the other side of this window. I’d be a fool to shove these newfound emotions out of the way. As corny as it all seemed, the smile that I left Bree lying on the bed with—the dimpled and dazed smile that I was obsessed with—was the reason I was checking for the perfect temperature in the oversized tub I’d never used nor ever planned on using.

“Wow,” I heard Bree say, and I turned back to find her concealing her beautiful body from my hungry eyes with a bathrobe. “I’ve seen those stone bathtubs in architect magazines. I love the rectangular design and the fact that you can fit three or ten people in them.” She smiled, her lips still swollen from me kissing her like I’d fallen in love with the act. “I like the way it’s centered in the middle of that long window. You can see the ocean glowing out there.”

“Well, this will be its first use.” I rose, still naked as the day I was born. “And if you want to enjoy all of those features you just mentioned, drop the damn robe, sexy.” I arched an eyebrow at her.

I watched her blush when her eyes noted that I was hard and ready to fuck her in or out of this bath. I went to kiss her, then noticed her bottom lip. Now, I felt like an asshole. I knew I’d bitten her lip while holding back from exploding the minute I felt the warmth of being inside her and the sensations that sparked in me.

After I tried to kiss away the minor injury that my impulsive behavior had caused, I frowned when I brought my thumb and examined her lip further. “Dammit, I’m so fucking sorry I did this.” I laughed at myself. “I swear to God that I didn’t think I bit you so hard.”

Her fingertips brushed over my stomach, around my lower back, and then her nails dug into my ass. “It’s fine,” she smiled. “It complemented the intense orgasm you were kind enough to give me.”

I watched her eyes do that dazed look, and my cock nearly jumped with the idea of what it must’ve felt like for her and the fact that I could throw her ass up against the wall and replay it if she wanted it like that again.

Instead of acting like the desperate fool that I felt like, I opted for a more controlled route, and I kissed her bruised lip again.

“Get in the bath,” I said. “I’ll run some ice over this.”

Unaffected, Bree reached for my cock, and surprisingly, I didn’t jump. Hell, my dick acted like it knew her better than I did. I knew it certainly appreciated fucking her in all the right and tight spaces.

“Are you getting in with me?” she questioned as she slowly started pumping her hand around my cock.

“Only if you keep working my hard dick like you’re doing,” I said playfully.

I held her close to my body, pressed my lips softly yet firmly onto hers, and then glanced out at the welcoming view that made a bath sound like a splendid idea. Maybe it was the fact that I knew where this bath idea was heading, and that made it all the more enticing.

“Since I have no intention of leaving your side until I’m forced to,” I smiled at her as she studied me in humor, “I guess it’s time I soak in a bath for the first time since I was two.”

She flashed my favorite smile at me and then left me to watch the beauty of her silhouette walk toward the enormous window and the tub after I dimmed the lights. Fucking hell, what a damn fine sight, I thought, watching her step into the tub and relax against the towel I’d placed as a cushion for her head. If only I could keep the perfection of this moment in my mind forever: Breanne, beautiful and fully relaxed in the oversized bath while the ocean sparkled under the moonlight from beyond the windows.

“Get your sexy ass in here with me,” she said. “I’d like some fine wine from Mr. Grayson’s vineyard handed to me, please.”

I smiled at her newfound confidence with me. I would’ve wagered that I’d run off the woman by fucking her without a condom and biting and bruising her lip, but she was still here with me, both of us wanting more of each other.

I stepped into the bath, and the candle—yes, I lit goddamn candles too—highlighted what I thought was a shadow on her neck at first until I got a closer look.

“Holy shit,” I said when she turned her head to the side to gaze out of the window, giving me a better view of the dark spot that I’d noticed. “Let me see your neck.”

I brushed my fingers over two hickeys I’d given her on one side, and a darker one on her throat, leaving only the left side without a blemish. Fucking hell, could I just drown myself in this bath before I had to admit that I’d done this to her as well?

“What’s wrong?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to fucking know,” I said, collapsing back on the other end of the bath. My recent hard-on was quickly gone, and my sense of pride that I was pretty damn good in bed was following right behind it.

“I might have kissed your neck a little too hard. You know, bruised it…” I stopped and cringed.

I couldn’t say the fucking words. ‘Sorry, but I gave you a hickey or three!’ What the fuck happened to me in that room?

“Do I have a hickey?” she said the word like a person who wanted to know if they had a spider crawling on them.

“I have to thank you, Breanne,” I said, watching her, mortified that I’d done this. “You’ve taken my virginity, and now you have the battle-scars to show the world that I loved every second of fucking a woman for the first time in my life.” I frowned. “It seems that’s how I acted, anyway. A goddamn hickey—three of them, to be precise. I’m so fucking sorry about that now too.”

She clutched her neck, and then she unexpectedly smiled. “I’ll get you back for this.” Her eyes met mine. “I’ll admit that if I weren’t gasping for air like I was the virgin tonight, I’d probably have sucked on your neck like I was a vampire too.”

I rolled my eyes. “Good God, how will you cover that up?”

“I have scarves,” she smiled. “It gives me a good excuse to pretend I’m a fashionable lady.”

“Jesus, you must think I’m an absolute amateur in bed.”

“Definitely not.” She raised her eyebrows and reached for an empty crystal wine glass, and waved it. “But you are certainly an amateur when it comes to keeping your word in this bath.”

“Right. The wine and strawberries.”

“Chocolate dipped, right?”

“I’m going to dip them in chocolate.” I poured wine into her glass, then wedged myself and hardening cock between her legs. “Then I’m going to lick chocolate off your nipples, your neck…” I paused and kissed her chin. “Maybe I should feed them to you like the queen I intend to treat you as from this day forward.”

She laughed. “Good idea.” She took a sip of wine, then eyed me with a look that made me hard and ready to fuck again. “In fact, with my love for all things chocolate,” she reached for my cock while offering me a sip of her wine, “I’ve never actually had a chocolate-covered…”

I smiled at her, searching for words. “If you think I’m going to trust your perfectly white teeth around my chocolate-covered dick, tempting you to chomp down, you’ve lost your mind.”

She squeezed my tip, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m not you,” she said. She took a sip of wine and offered me another drink. “I don’t bite. How about I suck every last drop of warm chocolate off your cock.” Her fingers ran from my balls and up my shaft. “I’ll lick along here,” she kissed my lips that thirsted to taste hers again.

“Sweet Jesus,” I groaned in pleasure, then moved my mouth up her neck and under her chin.

She sighed as she pumped the tip of my cock, and I reached for her clit that was still swollen and ready for more.

“Maybe I’ll drink your cum with the delicious taste of chocolate in my mouth. What do you think?” she questioned through that sexy panting she did that turned me on.

“Fuck.”

That’s all I could say before I fell under the sexual spell of Breanne Stone. She started working my cock with perfection between her tight hands, and I fell limp against the back of the tub. I opened my legs for her to do whatever she wanted with me. I gripped the hard sides of the tub, knowing my cock was undoubtedly harder than the stone bath we were in.

I couldn’t just lay back like a bitch and let Bree do all the work, though. No way in hell. Not after feeling like a jack-hole from earlier. I was taking care of my girl, not the other way around.

She was so insanely beautiful, and that’s precisely why I smoothly manipulated her to lay back against my chest while I dipped my fingers into her smooth pussy.

Her knuckles were white as she clung to the rim of the tub while I massaged the rough surface of her G-spot inside of her.

“I’m on your spot,” I said, back on track in the pleasure and knowing how to fuck a woman department. “You want it fast or slow, dimples?”

Being back in control and bringing my woman the pleasure she deserved was my sole purpose. Her hands covered my knees while her back slid up and down where my cock was wedged between her and my stomach. I wanted so badly to be inside her tight pussy again.

That would come when I was out of this bath. Unless she was set on staying in here and swallowing me, anyway, because there was no way I was shooting my cum into this bathwater.

Thank God I was functioning like a normal man who knew how to fuck again because I was about to start questioning what I’d become after almost a month without sex. Jesus—hickeys? Fucking split lips because I gnawed on Breanne’s luscious ones like she was a bone?

I twisted and manipulated my fingers to work with each sigh, moan, and gasp Bree gave me to direct me on how she wanted it.

“Faster,” she gasped, her face twisting back to bring her lips to my chest as she sunk further down, her body helping my fingers find the exact point she desired.

My thumb flicked over her clit, and then I rolled that sensitive spot in circles after she whined out a moan and gripped my legs. I pushed my fingers deeper into her and pulled hard and fast against her G-spot.

Bree arched her ass into me, and I hung onto her G-spot, feeling the tight spasm of her orgasm clenching against my fingers. “Fuck, I’m coming,” she announced my three favorite words to leave her mouth while getting her off.

“Sexy as fuck too,” I said, smiling and watching the water splash around her, floundering through the energy of this orgasm I wished my cock was feeling.

Breanne turned, and the next thing I knew, her breathless smile was more daring. She pulled herself up as my fingers lost the one pulsating energy they could’ve hugged and massaged for the rest of the night.

“Get a condom,” she said. “I want you inside me. Now.”

In record-breaking time, I managed to half-dry both our asses off, grab a box out of my top drawer, and tear into the one thing that would bring me the sensation my dick was literally weeping for.

Before I could roll it on, Breanne’s perfect and naked body knelt on the floor in front of me, and her mouth took me as deeply as she could. I gripped the back of her damp hair and mentally willed myself not to ram my cock down her throat. Not helping me with trying to steady my greedy habits of fucking, Bree grabbed each of my ass cheeks and hummed my cock into the back of her throat. My fucking ears started ringing as her tongue licked while she and I worked together in some style to allow me to fuck her mouth as deep as I could.

I had to go deeper and harder, and though this was close to making my knees buckle, I wanted to be buried inside her, to see the look in her eyes as she came while I hit the back of her pussy again. Her drunken and yet soft look of utter ecstasy was what drove me to pull her sexy lips from my dick and lay her on my bed.

She raked her fingers through my hair when I entered her hard, deep, and fast. I spied her expression to see if she was into this wild way of taking me, and her eyes, rolling back into her head as she licked her lips, confirmed that I was on the path to another hard orgasm for both of us. She was tight, wet, and her pussy was clenching against my dick as I went harder and deeper with each thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” she said through a painful moan.

I slowed down until I felt her fingers clawing into my back as if the skin covering my tight muscles were equally as resilient as the stone tub she clung onto from before. I sucked in my bottom lip as I pumped hard and faster with each plea for more.

I never believed I could nail a woman this hard and deep, only to see her eyes stoned on the ultimate pleasure ride. This was sexier than anything I’d ever experienced. Her sounds, her nails buried into my flesh, and her legs, locking me in to continue hard and fast like we were both in a sex marathon of ecstasy and pleasure—all of it was driving me wild.

I felt everything on a higher level, and there were multiple times when I swore that I’d held off coming only to have the gift of a small, shooting orgasm. In all the sex I’d ever had, that’s one thing that’d never fucking happened. I either lost it and came hard and strong, or I held onto that edge until I was ready to end it. Fighting back an orgasm was treating me with tremors of small pleasures right before the buildup of letting it go.

Bree wailed that she was coming hard, and I found her lips to validate we would ride this one together. It had me coming deeper and almost fully burying my nine to ten inches inside her throbbing entrance.

“Fucking hell,” I gasped out through heavy breathing. “Tell me I didn’t bruise your beautiful pussy this time.”

“You did.” I felt her laugh, and I winced with the fact that my cock was sensitive as fuck, and she was clenching hard around it with her laughter.

Bree’s dimpled smile caught me like a deer in headlights while she grabbed my ass before I could pull out to save myself the embarrassment of breathing through her pussy contracting hard on my dick.

After her soft laughter ended, I chewed on my bottom lip when I felt every sensation of her still coming…again? Jesus Christ, this was my night.

“You want more?” I smiled at her. I kissed her lips, ran my tongue over her throat, and nibbled the soft flesh directly below her ear. “Like that, dimples?” I thrust myself deep into her again. My dick was softening and falling out of the game, but I still had enough to make her grip my back and nod, her beautiful eyes never leaving mine.

She reached down to where I slyly removed my cock from her pussy. “I’m bringing this guy back with that chocolate idea of mine.”

“I’m not sure I’m down to turn my dick into your very own chocolate popsicle, babe.”

She looked at me curiously. “I like when you call me that, which is strange because I hated it when my idiot ex did.”

“Maybe because it’s me and not his sorry ass.” I smiled, laying on my back and allowing her to curl into my side. I draped my arm around her and used my other hand to run circles over her full nipples. “You’re perfect in every way. I have no idea how or why,” I said with a laugh, “you let me fuck you that goddamn hard.”

“It felt fucking fantastic. Let’s face it; I’ve never had sex with a real man before,” she said in a deep, funny voice, laughing.

“Well, this was one way to feel what that’s like,” I teased.

Bree started to trace her fingers along my cock while I closed my eyes, pulling my hand away from her breast and resting it behind my head. “You have the most beautiful body I think I’ve ever seen.”

“No, babe,” I smiled, staking claim to the name she liked me calling her, “that would be yours, and if you keep tickling my cock and balls like you’re doing, you’re going to knock my ass out.”

“I’ll just wake you up with hot syrup or whatever the strawberries were supposed to be dipped in.”

“Jesus Christ,” I smiled. “I’ll never sleep again with you in the room if you wanna play it that way.”

She rubbed her hand over my abdomen and yawned while she nestled into my side. “I do love you,” she said in a more serious voice.

“I know. I have those nail tracks on my back that you’ll be applying Neosporin to after breaking flesh to prove my theory was right.”

She laughed, and I sighed in absolute contentment. Whether we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms like this or woke up through the night—my dick being turned into a hot fudge sundae or not—I’d never been this attached to a woman before…ever.

My eyes snapped open when I realized I’d let my fucking brain detach from my body again, and somewhere on my bedroom floor was an unused condom. Was I trying to join the baby-making club? I knew for sure that wasn’t the case, so why was I acting like a reckless fool with this perfect woman at my side? They say that love is blind, but they failed to mention that love—coupled with desperation and passion—would lead to me becoming a fucking fool with Breanne after coming inside her twice tonight.

Regardless, I was keeping this woman around for the long haul. Something told me that if I didn’t get the nerve to open up to her and talk like a school counselor about birth control, her idiot, selfish boyfriend, and sexually transmitted diseases, we weren’t going to put a pin in this sexually impulsive problem I suddenly had.

Fucking unreal that I was always the most reasonable and responsible one out of my entire group of friends, and now I was acting worse than all the guys when they were single—combined.

I just hoped Breanne was truly feeling love for me and not just saying that after I’d acted so carelessly with her perfect body tonight. I sure as hell wasn’t lying about it.

I wasn’t planning on leaving her side any time soon, and all I could do now was hope she wasn’t planning on leaving mine.