Irresistable
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- Violetflipflops sent me a request for “That little moan during the kiss when you bite their lip” and she also asked me for Grayson/Lexi NSFW and I managed to deliver on both parts. This is set sometime after Lexi returns from the alternate dimension, established relationship.
Pairing- Grayson/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Lexi and Grayson have some fun on the way to a Prescott Industries event.
Words- 833
“Have I told you yet how beautiful you look?” Grayson murmured against my neck.
“Once or twice,” I said with a smile, “But I like hearing it.”
“You look so beautiful,” he told me again, trailing kisses down neck and shoulders.
We were in the limo on our way to a gala celebrating Prescott Industries new leadership, though Grayson’s mind didn’t seem to be on business.
“Are you trying to distract yourself from your speech?” I teased, even as I shifted to give him better access.
“No, I’m just concentrating on what’s really important,” Grayson told me sincerely, “I want to do right by the people of Northbridge, but my plans for Prescott Industries don’t compare to my plans for the two of us. It would all be meaningless if I didn’t have you by my side.”
“You are the sweetest man alive,” I told him, pressing my lips against his.
“Sweet, huh?” Grayson teased, “is that the best you can do?”
“Mmmm…” I said, pretending to think about it. “Do you prefer sexy? Or maybe irresistible?”
“I can work with those,” Grayson told me, suddenly pushing me onto my back.
“Definitely irresistible,” I gasped as he positioned himself above me, his leg between mine, his lips against my neck.
I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his head towards me for a passionate kiss. “Lexi,” he moaned against my mouth as I gently bit down on his bottom lip, his hands caressing my breasts through the silky fabric of my gown.
“I want you,” I told him, not caring that we were in a limo on our way to a very important function, “please?”
“I can never say no to you,” he assured me as he shifted our position and slipped a hand under my dress. He gently eased my underwear down over my legs, tossing it to the side and then eased one, then another finger inside of me.
“Grayson,” I whined, bucking my hips into his hand.
“I love seeing you like this,” He told me, his eyes dark with desire. “I love knowing that I’m the one that can make you feel like that. That it’s my touch you crave.”
“Always,” I gasped as he continued to work me with capable fingers.
“Come for me, baby,” he instructed, his lips hovering just below my ear. He sped up his fingers, his thumb rubbing my sensitive nub.
“Grayson,” I sobbed as I came against his hands.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, removing his hand. “That’s my girl.”
It took a moment for the sensation to subside and then I sat up and reached for the buckle of his pants.
“Lexi…”
“I want you,” I reminded him, tugging at them impatiently.
He groaned and then quickly discarded his pants and underwear. He eased my skirt up around my hips and then positioned himself over me.
“I think we both know which one of us is irresistible,” He whispered hotly in my hear as he entered me in a swift thrust.
I arched my hips into his as we moved at a desperate, frantic pace. Both because of time constraints and because of how badly we wanted one another. His lips were warm and firm against mine, his tongue seeking access, his hands tangling in my hair. We continued at that frantic pace until I felt myself tumbling over the edge again and as I clenched around him, I could feel him groan and then reach his own release.
We collapsed against each other, both panting, our bodies entwined. Grayson pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before he pulled away from me and reached for his pants. “You’re trouble, do you know that?”
“That’s one of the reasons you love me,” I said, searching for my underwear. I slipped them back on and adjusted my dress, glad that Poppy had suggested one “that doesn’t wrinkle easily” and then reaching for my purse. I took out a compact and quickly adjusted my hair and make-up.
“How do I look?” I asked, putting the compact away.
“Beautiful,” Grayson assured me, gathering me to his side, “and not at all like you just made mad, passionate love in a limo.”
“Good,” I told him, “that can be our little secret and all throughout the gala, you can remember and think about the ride home.”
Grayson groaned. “You are going to be the death of me,” he complained as the limo came to a stop.
“And you love every moment.” I teased.
“I do,” Grayson agreed, pulling me towards him for a quick, deep kiss. “Almost as much as I love you.” He caressed my face gently. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I assured him, “are you ready to do this?”
Grayson nodded. “As long as I have you by my side, I am.”
I smiled and then took the hand he offered me as we climbed out of the limo. “Then let’s go show Northbridge what we’re capable of.”
- End
