Veiled Innocence

Chapter Thirteen

Past…

Why I was so nervous, I had no idea. I was sitting in my car near Grayson’s house, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel—one, two, three, one, two three.

Yes, I was nervous.

All afternoon I’d been thinking about his final words to me. His dismissal had me so worked up, it was all I could do not to alleviate the ache.

I looked into the rearview mirror and checked my hair, making sure it was perfect. Making sure I was perfect.

Once I was satisfied and had gotten out of the car, I locked the door and made my way along the sidewalk. The closer I got, the more my heart raced.

I surveyed the area to make sure no one was around before I stepped up to his front door. Luckily, it was hidden in a small alcove.

This was going to change me. I knew that. Yet, as I raised my arm and knocked on the door, I welcomed it.

I knew what I was doing, and when Grayson opened his front door and stood aside, there was nothing anyone could have said to make me change my mind.

When I opened the door, I tried to see Addison the way I knew I was supposed to, but all I saw was a young woman.

A woman whose expression screamed—now.

I didn’t offer her any words. Instead, I stepped aside, leaving the decision up to her. It didn’t take longer than a few seconds.

She stepped over my threshold and stopped beside me, placing a palm on my chest.

“I’m ready for my lesson now.”

That much was obvious.

If I shut the door, it was over—all of the pretense, all of the self-denial—gone.

I took her wrist, yanking her in close. My will to leave her alone was a thing of the past. No longer was she the student and I the teacher. Right here, in this moment, she was a woman, and I was the man about to have her.

I kicked the front door shut and crowded her back against it. My hands pulled her skirt up and my fingers found the top of her satin thong. Impatiently, I drew it down her thighs.

Caressing her sweet ass, I told her, “I want you out of these.”

Swiftly doing as requested, she kicked them aside, and I moved back in against her.

“How the hell did you end up here?” I asked.

She brought one of her hands up to where my tie was knotted and tugged on it.

“You invited me.”

Yes, I fucking did. She rolled her hips against me, and I knew I’d abandoned all of my carefully structured rules to do so.

“You are definitely persistent once you set your mind to something.”

“I set my mind on you,” she said, panting as I rubbed my hardened cock against her.

“I know. I never stood a chance.”

Before she could say another word, my mouth took hers in a blazing hot kiss.

Her lips opened, and my tongue entered. Just like that, my control was shot to shit. She pressed her body against my strained jeans, and I wanted to unzip them so I could get inside her. I pulled her hips against me and lifted her against the door, attacking her mouth so fiercely she let go of my tie to wrap her arms around my neck.

I squeezed her breast through the white tank top, and she pulled her lips away to push her chest out to me, squirming all the while against the zipper of my jeans.

“Yes,” she hissed and brought her hands to my shoulders.

Moving as if she were straddled over a bucking animal, she curved her back and fondled her breasts.

“Fucking hell, Addison.”

I knew what she was about to do next because she’d done the same thing in the truck. She pulled the material down over her hard as hell nipples, and I couldn’t keep my mouth off her.

I lowered my head to lick one of the hard, pink tips before sucking her into my mouth, and the throaty sound that left her was satisfying. I brought one of my hands between us to where she was rubbing her wet, naked pussy all over my jeans and grazed her clit with my finger.

“Fuck!”

“Yes,” I encouraged, lifting my head and bringing my mouth back to hers. Fuck was exactly the right word. It was the number one thing inside my head right now.

I want to fuck, and after I have, I’m going to be fucked.

Jesus, what a goddamn mess.

I trailed my fingers down to her swollen pussy and began to tease her. “You’re so fucking wet,” I said, sucking her bottom lip between mine.

Her hips followed the glide of my hand with an eager thrust as she continued to shock me with every word that fell from her immoral mouth.

“I’m always like this around you.”

Oh, God. Did that mean even in—“Always?”

“Yes, always. At home. At school. Someone just has to say your name.”

I stroked my finger through her juices and when she trembled in my arms, I pushed it inside her. “Well, I want to hear you scream it.”

Her sweet breath seduced me as she dared to ask, “And which name would that be? You have two in my head.”

I jerked her higher up against the door and thrust a second finger inside. I tasted her lips with my tongue as she rode my hand. Her core clenched when I grazed my thumb over her clit, and that’s when I said, “In this fucking house, I only have one name. What is it, Addison?”

As my body shook and my climax hit, I couldn’t help screaming “Grayson” into the empty house.

I could still feel myself throbbing around his fingers when he spun me away from the door and walked us through the hall to the living room. My breath was coming fast and I had a hard time catching it as he slowly lowered me to my feet.

He brought his index finger to his mouth and licked it, managing to hypnotize me. Usually, I was the one who held the power, especially with boys like Brandon, but in this equation with him—I held nothing.

He studied me as I stood there, and I wondered what he saw.

“Get undressed, Addison,” he ordered, his ragged voice stroking all my sensitive spots.

I didn’t hesitate, fearing that the conflict I could see in his eyes would make him change his mind. I removed my jacket and threw it on the floor. My tank top was next to go, and then I wriggled out of my skirt until I was standing in front of him completely naked.

He ran a hand through his hair.

“How could I ever fucking resist you? You’re breathtaking.”

I felt mischievous in the wake of his comment and went to do a spin for him. That was when I stopped and saw it.

There, right in front of me, was me. I was naked and flushed from head to toe in his floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall mirror.

Before I could say anything, he stepped behind me and placed his large hands on my hips with his fingers pointing downward.

“See?” he asked, and in the mirror I saw him lower his mouth to my ear. “Breathtaking.”

My chest was rapidly rising and falling, and when his palms glided around to my upper thighs, he framed my pelvic bone with his thumb and index fingers—a triangle had never been so perfect.

“A mirror?” I raised my brow at his reflection. “Kinky.”

Without breaking our searing connection, he pulled me in close, and I could feel his hard cock nestled up against my ass.

“They came with the house. Up until this moment, I hated them,” he replied.

I rested my head back against his shoulder. “And now?” I watched him with languid eyes as he cupped my naked breasts.

“I’m still deciding.” He thumbed my nipples and then quietly instructed, “Put your arms back around my neck.”

I was still unbelievably aroused as I raised my arms and did what he asked. I curled my hands around his neck and interlocked them under his hair, displaying my body fully to the ravenous man behind me.

He kept his left hand on my breast and brushed the back of his knuckles down my body until he cupped my bare mound. I rocked my hips forward and whimpered.

I wanted more.

“Let me see you.”

I want him.

“You can see me.”

“I want to see you naked. Please,” I begged, realizing how out of character that was for me.

“Okay. Let’s put your hands where they won’t get in trouble,” he suggested, taking them from around his neck and placing them low against my back.

He was standing directly behind me, but I could see his collarbone and the top of his chest. I was captivated as he removed his tie, and when he took off his shirt and threw it aside, I couldn’t help the instinct to turn around and look.

“No, Addison. Stay just as you are,” he instructed, almost daring me to disobey.

“And if I don’t?”

I heard the sound of his zipper and then he lowered his head so his chin almost brushed my shoulder. Our eyes met and held in the mirror—stalemate.

“You don’t want to find out.”

Holy shit.

He disappeared from view to remove his jeans, and I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting for what was next.

As soon as he was finished, he took my wrists and placed my hands back behind his neck. He pushed his hard-on against my ass, and I let out a satisfied sigh.

Finally, there was nothing between us.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, rubbing his cock between my cheeks.

My mouth became dry, and I had no words as he resumed his original position—one hand on my breast and one between my legs.

He pushed his hips against me again, and my eyes began to flutter shut.

“No. Remember what I told you?”

“Yes,” I managed through a shaky breath. “Keep them open.”

“Fuck, yes. Watch us, Addison. Because I can’t bear to.”

His words were passionate and full of torment, and I couldn’t have ripped my eyes away if I tried.

He bent his head and kissed my ear as his fingers found my slippery clit. His other hand pinched my nipple as my heart raced and my breathing tripled. I could see him touching me, and I could feel his cock, hot and heavy against my ass, and I wanted...no, needed to see his body. I wanted to see it all.

“You,” I panted.

“What about me?”

“I want to see you. I can’t see you,” I almost cried, wanting to look at him with everything inside of me.

“Then turn around,” he invited.

I turned to face him and for the first time, I got to see Grayson. He was so much better than any fantasy in my head.

He stood there in his natural state, allowing me to take him in. I’d been right—on his left arm there was a tattoo of a snake with the end of its tail curled around his strong bicep. I didn’t spend too much time on that, not when all of his muscles were flexed and straining as if he was holding himself in check. He had very little hair on his chest, and from his navel down, that same dark golden hair led a nice trail to his erect cock.

Subconsciously, I hummed as I saw his fists curl at his sides. I probably should have been nervous, but as I waited for the counting, waited for the ticking…I heard nothing. Just our combined breathing.

“Seen enough?”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and smiled. “Not yet. When you put this inside me, I want to watch.”

I stroked my palm up his rigid length, and he gripped my hair so I was forced to look up at him. He looked like a man on the edge. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was looking forward to whatever he was going to give me.

Leaning down until his lips brushed mine, he said, “Turn around.”

I released my hold on him and did as I was told.

“Get on your knees.”

I couldn’t help the sensual curve of my lips as I faced the mirror. I knew where this was going, and I was ready.

As he stood behind me rolling a condom into place, I dropped down to my knees and didn’t wait to be told to get on my hands too. I moved into position and began to crawl closer to the mirror, swaying my ass, which in turn made my breasts gently move from side to side.

The sound that left Grayson didn’t sound human as he got to his knees behind me. He gripped my hips, pulling me to a stop and then his body was over me and his lips were pressed against my shoulder.

“What is it about you I can’t fucking shake?”

He lined his hips up with mine, and his cock brushed between my legs. I could feel his thick length sliding between my swollen lips. I looked in the mirror and felt my excitement intensify at how big he was compared to me.

“Nothing. I’ve done nothing to you.”

He raised his head, and his fevered gaze caught mine. “The hell you haven’t. Does this,” he asked, shoving against me harder this time, “feel like nothing to you?”

“It feels exactly how I imagined it.”

I pumped my hips back, trying to get him inside me.

“And how’s that?”

“Hard and ready to fuck me.”

My nipples were beaded tight, and my pussy was soaked as the tip of his cock kissed the opening between my wet lips. Narrowing my gaze on the intense man hovering behind me, I pushed him that final inch.

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since I got in trouble for being late to your class.”

It was a combination of her eyes, her words, and as she rocked back on me—her body, that finally did it. With a firm thrust, I drove my cock deep inside her, reveling in the erotic sound she made as she shoved her round ass back against my hips.

“Ahh, God,” she cried out, but I didn’t stop.

My hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head up, making her watch.

Someone should get the visual pleasure here, and since I couldn’t admit to what I was fucking doing, it may as well be her. I was more than happy to study the creamy curves of her voluptuous body but then I heard her softly say, “Watch us.”

Who am I to ignore such a plea?

My eyes caught hers in the mirror, and I pushed deeper inside her. With each forward motion, her eyes stayed locked with mine and blazed—like she couldn’t get enough.

Her breasts swung every time our hips connected, and when her shiny lips opened and she told me, harder, I almost came.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back until I was kneeling so she could sink down over my cock.

“Christ,” I cursed as I pushed her hair over her shoulder and ran the back of my hand down her side to where we were joined.

As I watched the two people in the mirror, it was hard to imagine them as anyone other than a man and woman enjoying each other—and that was exactly what I was doing. Enjoying the fuck out of her.

“Look at you,” I encouraged, now beyond any delusions.

This woman I was with—this gorgeous, sensual woman whose body was made to take mine—was spectacular. As her hands caressed her breasts and she watched us together, nothing could have convinced me that this was wrong.

My fingers found her clit and rubbed it gently, causing her hips to buck and a cry to leave her.

“Look at you sitting here with your legs spread and my cock so fucking deep I don’t think I’ll ever leave. Jesus, Addison. I thought you were perfect before. Now I fucking know it.”

I watched her shake her head in denial as she rocked on me. “Not perfect, never perfect. Again, do it again.”

I held her hip and plunged up into her as she continued murmuring, “Not perfect, never perfect.”

“Addison,” I whispered.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror as she continued to repeat herself, so I thrust inside her again and made her moan instead.

“Perfect for me. Look at us, and tell me this is not fucking perfection.”

She watched carefully as I moved under her, and when her fingers pinched her nipples, I brushed my thumb over her clit. I could see my cock each time I pulled out of her and then watched as it disappeared again between her folds. That was when I felt her muscles clamp around me.

My own climax hit me, and I shouted out her name. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip as her body tensed and she screamed mine. Together, we gave in like two warriors who’d just surrendered to the ultimate fight.