He growls and then takes complete control. His fingers leave me and I cry out in frustration. I want to complain, but I can’t because he’s too busy lying me back on the hay. It pokes against my skin and I have to wonder why you hear so often about people rolling around in the hay because it’s not comfortable at all. Then, Gray’s body comes over mine. He braces himself with one hand as he pushes against my leg. I spread as wide as I can to make room for him. He positions his dick at my entrance. I can feel the tip of his cock and try to thrust up to bring him inside. He grabs hold of my hip quickly, preventing it. His hand holds me almost to the point of bruising, but I love every moment of it.
“Hold still for me, Cooper. I’m in control,” he growls, the look on his face so intense I shudder in need. I bite my lip, giving a slight nod because words are beyond me. He must understand, however, because he goes back to holding his cock. He moves the tip against my pussy. The slick wet skin glides against me, just skirting the place I want it the most—deep inside of me. Then, it slips against my clit and he moves it over and over in the same spot, pushing against the throbbing nub. My whole body jerks in reaction, my nails biting into the cheeks of his ass. My vision is blurry because I’m so close to the edge, but I can see him smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing. A little more of this and I’m done for.
“Oh God,” I breathe, my eyes closing as he does it again. Then, before I realize it, he’s thrusting inside of me so completely and so quickly that he’s seated all the way in before I can even open my eyes. When I do, he’s right there, his lips finding mine. I wrap my leg around him, burying the heel of my foot into the backs of his thighs. The move pushes him in so deep, I can feel him practically against my cervix.
“Jesus, Cooper, you feel so fucking good,” he groans as he sets a rhythm. “So fucking good.”
“More, Gray. I need more,” I plead, knowing I’m close to coming, but requiring more to send me over the edge. He knows it too and he’s purposely holding out.
“You belong to me, Cooper. You’re not getting away from me again,” he growls, and I swear I can feel his cock rake against my walls when he pulls back out, so tight that the veins of his cock graze me.
That’s when it hits me: Gray doesn’t have on a condom. I’m on birth control, but I’ve never done this without a condom—ever.
Panic washes over me and I push on his shoulders.
“Gray! Stop! Oh God, stop!” It takes him a minute to realize I’m asking him to quit, probably because, greedy whore that I am, I still have both my legs wrapped around him trying to hold him inside. God.
“It’s okay, baby, don’t get scared on me. This is good. What we have is good,” he croons, but he doesn’t understand.
“You don’t have a condom on. We can’t do this. Oh shit, Gray! Get up!” I urge him, unlocking my legs from around him.
“Aren’t you on the pill?” he asks, still not moving.
“What? Yeah, of course.”
“Then what’s the problem?” he asks, sounding confused.
“Hello? The pill doesn’t always work, and it doesn’t protect you from diseases…”
“I’m clean, Cooper.”
“You did a sex tape. You want me to just trust that…?”
“You trusted me enough to fuck me in the first place,” he says, and now he’s starting to sound upset with me. That, however, doesn’t stop him from starting to move back inside of me. He angles his body and the sensation is so good, I nearly lose my train of thought.
“Gray! You can’t come inside of me,” I tell him, my voice dripping in panic.
“Relax, I’ll pull out and come all over your stomach, but we will be talking about this later. I’m not going to wear condoms with you forever, Cooper. I want you like this again. Fuck, over and over, just like this,” he says, slamming into me.
I want to argue, but as he pushes me toward my climax, I can do nothing but hold onto him. I want more of this too. I want it over and over, just like him.
I call out his name as I shatter into a million pieces. I’m barely coming back down when I feel him leave my body, and I want to cry at the loss. I feel his warm cum fall against my stomach and my hand automatically goes there to hold on to it, to rub it against my skin and keep it as close as I can get. I feel a moment of sadness because, although I know I am right, I am perversely wishing it was inside of me, that I could feel the hot spray deep in my body. Shit!
Grayson Lucas is making me break all of my rules.
CC is unusually quiet as we make our way from the barn back to Mom’s house. I reach out and take her hand and our fingers slide together. It feels good, and when I squeeze her hand reassuringly, she looks up at me. For a second, I see fear in those green eyes, but then a slow smile breaks on her lips. A smile for me. It’s mine, I’m claiming it, just like I’ve claimed her.
“Wait! Where are you going?” she whispers loudly, sounding as if I’m doing something completely crazy, which maybe I am, because in my head I’m trying to figure out how to talk CC into having sex with me without worrying about the birth control. Any birth control. Just from the panic in the barn alone, I know that’s not going to be easily done. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s what I want. She’s mine forever. I’m not giving her up, even if I can’t tell her that yet. I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I did, she would run. That can’t happen.
“We’re already late for dinner. Mom will skin us both alive if we don’t get in there pretty soon.”