Chapter 5 Blurring Lines

GRAY SPENCE.

I freeze.

Tingles flutters across my lips and heat overtakes my body. Sparks dance across my core and spine with hints of shock and arousal.

I hate how my body leans into him and wordlessly begs for me. My lips move in perfect unison with his. His soft, warm lips kiss me with a rough hunger that twists at the deepest paths from within, paths that lead between my thighs.

I can't breathe but that doesn't seem to matter, all my senses are consumed by this man.

His tongue explores every cervix of my mouth, leaving behind a hot trail of lust and need. A hungry passion I haven't felt in eons covers my skin with perspiration and flushes my cheeks with anticipation.

Seth groans and I hear something fall while something else shatters beside us. Seth hoists me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his hips. I gasp as we whip around and my back collides with a wall hard enough to bruise.

My back arches into him and my thighs clench, the small reflex earns me a low pussy wetting groan. My hands go to his shoulders and we pull apart, with one arm he slams the door shut.

Fuck.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I gasp as the heat spreads like wildfire across my streaming core.

"Then tell me to stop Gray," Seth reveals my black lace bra, he dips his head and kisses my collarbone. I murmur for him to leave but in the midst of it, I pull him closer. "Mean it, sweetheart."

I flutter my eyes open, his ocean blue eyes shimmer with arousal and worshipping dominance. He's the first man to ever look at me like that, to look at me as though he would willingly worship me on his knees and receive great pleasure from it.

I bite my swollen lip, "I can't."

Our mouths find each other again. He devours me and I offer myself up to him. Seth pulls at my hair and I grind my hips, shamelessly after what he's depriving me of. His erection presses against my throbbing sex but the rationality of the situation tugs at my thoughts once again.

"Seth, we can't..." I breathe as he kisses my neck, his tongue dotting a trail. "Ah, Seth..."

"Gray, please," his eyes search my soul. A hot brooding storm that consumes every sense of my waking conscience is pleading with me. "I've wanted you for years, I've yearned for your touch, for your fucking kisses. Let me have this, allow me to have you."

I suck in a breath, "You're Sofía's son-"

Like a man's hand coming in direct touch with hot coals, he instantly let's go of me and I land on wobbly legs, I brace myself against the wall. My chest heaves with each breath, the silk fabric of my robe falls off one shoulder and it's wide open, revealing my flushed body. The tremble of my bare limbs is pure evidence of the effect he has on me.

The effect he's always had on me.

"She's not my mother," he hisses and his eyes turn void. They glimmer with lust but reflect with anger and a pain that runs so deep it hurts my soul. "I don't have a mother, Gray, she screwed me over the day I was born."

I pause while being painfully reminded of how Seth's mother passed away giving birth to him because of obstructed labour. I look at my hands and meet his pained gaze, I take a cautious step towards him.

"Seth, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No, it's fine, you aren't the reason I'm without a mother. I am," he chuckles darkly and steps away from me, taking his heat with him. He bends and picks up my purse. "This was the original plan, not getting into your panties."

I take the small bag from him and our fingers graze. He pauses for a moment and looks at me, searching for something only he can hope to find and when he doesn't find it, he lets go of the bag.

He makes a move to leave but I say, "You're younger than me Seth, it's -"

"Immoral?"

"-wrong."

Seth chuckles and I press my lips together. "Sorry to inform you of this but I'm not a child, nothing about our attraction to each other is wrong. I know what I want and I want you."

"But why?" I ask just above a soft whisper. "You can have anyone else, any other woman, why me?"

I don't want to find myself at the mercy of a man ever again and Seth Chase is no different. For someone who is meant to bring peace and solidarity he does the exact opposite of his name. Instead he reigns with havoc and hell fire that leaves my body humming with need.

"You intrigue me, you tease me with your flawless grasp on power," he takes a step closer with each word. "You resist me and no one resists me," he traces my jawline with his finger and rests it beneath my chin, firmly holding me in place. "I always get what I want, Gray, and because you make it so hard, I want you even more."

A foggy haze blocks my train of thought and I kiss him with a moan. He pushes me against the wall with a hard thud that echoes in the foyer. I gasp and he sucks all the air out of my lungs.

Our hands roam and search, his hands trace over my stomach and my breasts. My hands frantically pull at his shirt and skim over his tight muscular torso. A wildfire of lust spreads across my skin and pools at the inferno within the depths of my core. My thighs clench and my head falls back, fingers desperate tangling in his hair.

I whimper, suddenly overwhelmed with the spark of dormant hormones. His hand finds the aching heat between my thighs and I gasp. "Stop, please just, Seth..."

Seth stops all movement, his palms loudly collide with the wall, trapping me between his arms. His breath comes in short rapid pants.

"Gray what the fuck do you want from me? I can't keep doing this back and forth bullshit with you."

My cheeks flush and I slump against the wall, "It's not you, it's me."

"Of course it is," he snorts. "We're not dating, this is a no strings attached fuck, I expect nothing from you after this."

"This is not about you, it's about me," I shoot him a pointed look. "I haven't had sex in a while and...I...that's all I need you to keep in mind going into this."

"That's it?" Seth's lips curve with a sardonic grin and his eyes light up. "That's alright Gray but you still remember what it feels like to cúm, yeah? You do touch yourself once in a while, right?"

I lick my lips and fold my arms across my chest. I can't believe I'm discussing this with Seth of all people, for crying out loud what has my life come to. Not even Sofía knows about this but here I am, discussing my sexual history with Seth.

"You don't touch yourself?" he asks, truly in disbelief. "Why don't you touch this beautiful body, sweetheart?"

Seth's hand snakes its way between my thighs, this time he lingers at my entrance. Rubbing me through the fabric of my thong, goosebumps spread across my skin and my pussy soaks with the friction. My thighs clench and I moan.

"I don't have the right motivation," I place my hand on his and encourage his deliberately slow movements.

I whimper as Seth rubs my clit, my wet walls quiver with need to be filled. With trembling hands I reach for him, he's so hard and solid beneath my palm.

"Let me be your motivation," he growls in my ear.

"Yes, Sir," I breathe and Seth chuckles.

With a swift and smooth quickness, he whips me around and my chest presses up against the wall. I feel his hard cock press against my ass through his slacks.

"We're going to play a little game," he murmures into my ear and I shiver. "One that requires a safe word and for you to trust me, okay my little fuckdoll?"

My thighs clench, did he just call me his fuckdoll? Okay, I'll play along. "Yes Sir," I breathe. "My safe word is Sprite," I gulp.

Seth weaves his fingers through my hair and pulls enough for my scalp to feel the light sting. "You better remember that, anything else is you begging for more. You use Sprite and the game is over, yeah?"

"Yes Sir," he growls in response and I melt into a pool of pheromones.

Driven by lust and drunk on his mere presence I shamelessly grind against him. Seth grabs my hips tight and I bend for him, his hand lands on my ass cheek with a loud smack that shocks my entire body awake.

"Seth!" I gasp, my pussy grows wet and hot, the sting vibrates against my ass and he does it again but harder and I wince.

"Who the fuck is Seth?" He drawls and I go weak in the knees, grasping onto invisible rope to keep me standing. "It's just Sir from here on out, Seth is dead."

I moan, "Yes...Sir."

"And consider this a way of payback for all those blue balls you caused me," he presses himself between my ass cheeks just as his palm spanks me again.

My hands press flat against the wall and I bite my lip, spreading my legs for him. I feel him grow thick behind me.

"Touch yourself Gray," he says lowly as I hear his zipper open. "Fuck yourself for me baby, let me watch."

I pull down my thong and let it fall, I reach for my sensitive hard nub and tease it.

"Fuck yourself Gray," Seth pulls my hair, his harsh breath close to my ear. "Fuck yourself with two fingers. Yes, fuck like that, I know you want this cock in your tight starved cunt. You want me to fuck your pussy like a good fuckdoll, don't you?" I nod with a whimper. "I need you to fuck yourself first."

Seth frees my tits from the bra and pinches my nipple, I cry out, "Make yourself cúm Gray, touch that beautiful cunt of yours."

I enter myself with three fingers and pump into my tight sex. My right hand forms into a fist on the wall, Seth presses hard on my clit and I shatter around him with a cry.

He pulls me away from myself and entraps my wrists above my head with his belt, the leather deliciously bites into my skin as it makes it impossible to escape.

My orgasm still rocks through me with overwhelming waves that mark my thighs and tighten every muscle in my body when I feel Seth ease himself into me from behind. He pistons into me with long deliberate strokes, I feel the curve of his erection tease the hilt of the confide space that aches for me most. He grunts and I scream from intense pleasure.

My pussy clenches around him and he moans. My liquid has him wet and slippery, Seth fills me up until the hilt. The sound of balls to skin sounds in my quiet foyer like a song of angels descending from Heaven. I groan, my fingers and toes curl, my eyes droop with ecstasy and roll back as I see God.

"Fuck, you're such a tight little plaything," he groans so deeply I feel the vibrations to my very core. "My plaything."

Seth fucks me faster and my mouth parts in a silent scream that falls from my lips. He fists my hair with one hand and kneads my breast with the other. My head lolls back and our eyes meet. His eyes are a storm clouded with nothing but desire and passion all at the sight of me, a fire burns in his iris and dominance flicker in his dilated pupils.

No man, even Baxter, has ever looked at me the way Seth does. He searing gaze makes me want to burn cities and overthrow governments, he makes me feel powerful with just his stare alone.

"Sir," I choke when he lifts my one leg and wraps it around his waist, the other hand a deadly grip on my hip.

His strokes become slow and deep, each time they hit my g-spot and each time I cry for him to never stop.

"Beg for it, my little bitch," I whimper. "Beg for your orgasm, make my cock swell with your desperate pleas."

"Please Sir," I beg, feeling tears on the brink of my eyes as I near another orgasm. "D-don't stop, Sir, I'm so close. Please make me cúm over your cock, Sir."

"Jesus," his grip tightens enough to bruise, his strokes grow shallow and fast.

He rams me into the wall and I'm at a total loss of breath. He lets go of my legs and slams into me one last time, I shatter like glass.

A few desperate strokes later and Seth is falling apart behind me. I feel him hot and thick as he marks my ass, thighs, legs.

I feel him press against my ass and I realize he pulled out. I slump against the wall and we listen to each other's breathing. We share a moment of silence, thick with the tension of our attraction and the sweet smell of sex.

"You're such a good girl," he kisses my neck and to my own surprise I pull him closer from behind, his arms wrap around my waist. "My favourite toy."

"Thank you, Sir," I swallow.

I've always had a thing for praising and degrading in the bedroom but Seth has no way of possibly knowing that.

"The bathroom is on the second floor in my room," I chuckle at how he tenses. "I know I'm cruel but I have manners."

Seth doesn't hesitate, he sweeps me off my feet and climbs the stairs unphased by my weight. Having already been here before, many centuries ago, he finds my room with ease and heads into the en suite

He puts me on my legs and I wince, he smirks and I roll my eyes, "I can feel that wave of arrogance all the way from there."

"Oh can you, are you sure?" he moves closer and holds me in his embrace. "I bet you definitely feel it now."

"Yes I do and it's suffocating," I playfully push him off of me and he looks appalled.

I shake my head and run the shower, I take his hand and pull him in. Instead of behaving and cleaning himself up, he kisses me instead. I stand on my toes and lean into him, loving the way he swipes his tongue across my bottom lip and how he knows to tease me with his teeth. Seth cups my ass and squeezes, I feel him grow hard against my stomach.

I kiss his neck and nibble at his ear, gently stroking him in my hand, "I want you in my mouth, Sir," I whisper huskily. "Say I can have you."

His eyes glisten with mischief as his thumb swipes over my bottom lip, "My cock fucking your smart mouth would be the perfect way to end the night."

I place my hand on his hips and pull him towards me. I settle on my knees until the heels of my feet press into my ass while he turns the settings of the showerhead to a steamy drizzle. I hold him in my hand and I stroke his length, my eyes never leaving his.

"You're gorgeous on your knees," he murmurs and I take his head in my mouth, my hand still slowly stroking him.

My wet sex throbs with pride as he grows thick and hard with my touch. I lick his shaft, teasing him until he's rock solid and groaning. I make it sloppy and deepthroat him. I bob my head and relax my throat to take him deeper, my jaw aches with a pang and my eyes water.

"Fuck Gray, fuck," Seth's grip tightens in my hair but he doesn't take control, he lets me have this. "Fucking hell."

My hand and my mouth fall in rhythm, I look at him, "You like this, Sir, your fuckdoll on her knees for you?"

"Goddamnit Gray," he grunts as I find his taint and probe him with my tongue, his cock jerks and he makes a strangling sound.

"Make me cúm with your filthy mouth like a good little whore," Seth gasps as I take his sac in my hands.

I moan and fuck him with my mouth. I gather tension in my cheeks and Seth sings my praises. Yes, it's been a while but I know a thing or two.

I bob my head and take his entire length, I choke on purpose and his eyes grow dark. My core quivers with heat and I stroke myself. I play with my breasts and it drives him wild.

My rhythm picks up speed, Seth's cock slides in and out of my mouth ready to combust. He comes with a curse and I milk him. I swallow every last drop just as I reach my peek too.

"You taste so good, Sir," I bite my lip and he chuckles, pulling me to my feet.

Seth kisses me and shortly after we shower. I except it to be quiet and awkward but we end up talking about the most random things regarding the ocean. But even Seth can turn an innocent topic about the sea into something sexual.

"But nothing beats your current," he winks at me and I roll my eyes with a laugh.

I wrap a towel around my body and watch admiringly as water covers his godlike body. Each droplet marks a trail across his defined body and for the first time tonight I notice Seth has tattoos. Three swallows beneath his left pectoral and a single scripture that curves with his inner bicep.

Does seeing his tattoos for the first time right now make me oblivious? Probably.

When he catches me staring I look away and leave the bathroom. I hear Seth laugh and I mumble intelligibly to myself. At this very moment I regret nothing but tomorrow no one is going to guilt trip myself better than myself.

Seth walks towards the door but before he can reach it, I add, "You can stay if you want." Seth raises an eyebrow. "I said if you want, don't feel obligated to."

"No, I want to," he crosses his arms across his chest and flexes. "But do you want me to?"

"I hate to admit it but yes, I wouldn't mind," I shrug nonchalantly and sit on my bed. "I don't mean this sexually whatsoever."

"Yes of course because us having sex again would lead to the end of the world," he smiles and I bite my lip, trying to keep from a smile.

"Are you gonna stand there all night?" I ask him and he walks over to me within a heartbeat.

Seth towers above me and plays with my damp hair. I watch him quietly when I spot his knuckles, they are still raw. I take one of his hands in mine and examine it.

"Does it hurt?" I ask him, noticing how he's still bleeding slightly. I take his other hand and he wiggles his fingers.

"Not anymore it doesn't," he gives me a cute lopsided smile and I get up, going into the bathroom and getting out an emergency aid kit.

"That's not necessary," I ignore him. "I've had much worse than this. C'mon Gray, really?"

"Yes really," I get out the peroxide disinfectant. "If you haven't noticed yet, you're an actor and every single feature of yours matters."

"Right," he sighs. "I'm an actor."

I sense the pain and lack of enthusiasm in his tone. I want to ask but refrain from it. I don't want to get more involved with him than I already have-hence I'm not even asking about the tattoos.

"Are you a secret nurse or something?" he narrows his eyes as I moisturize his hands with a neutral cream.

"No," I laugh and start to cover up the little cuts with small transparent bandages. "But growing up with three brothers and being the only girl, you are forced to learn these kinds of things."

"Sheesh three, I can hardly stand myself now imagine two more of me," he shakes his head and I add a dramatic gasp.

"Oh the horror!"

"Hey, you're the one with three brothers, not me, thankfully," he gives me his other hand. "So...are you the youngest?"

I nod and I catch sight of his secret smile from the corner of my eye. Seth is also the youngest. Morgan, his half-sister, is two years older than him.

"Thank you," he says softly just as I finish and I give him a quick smile. I return the kit and crawl into bed.

The weight of the bed sinks as Seth joins and he violates my privacy by pulling me into him, my head laying on his chest. I murmur to him to stop cuddling me but he just kisses my forehead and says good night, holding me even tighter.