Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
D AKOTA
“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone. That we shouldn’t tell anyone.” I take another step back, and my ass hits the railing of the deck as he closes in on me. My eyes search his for some sign of reassurance, but I’m not getting any. He looks wild, like his mind is somewhere ten steps ahead of me while I struggle to catch up.
He leans in, his lips so close to the shell of my ear that I can feel his breath dance down my neck, a soft derisive chuckle coming from his chest before he speaks.
“Oh, I won’t tell a fucking soul.” His hands ghost their way over my hips and then slide in until his thumbs meet at my navel. “You’re gonna do that for me.”
He moves to unbutton my pants, and his lips are at my throat a moment later. It’s not a soft exploration but a desperate claiming. His tongue laves over my pulse point, and his teeth scrape against my skin as I writhe underneath him. It’s too many sensations at once and not enough all at the same time. My hands go to his chest. I tell myself I need to stop him. That we’re feet away from everyone we know, and he’s not going to hold back if someone asks what’s going on. I’m not sure if he’ll even give me an opportunity to speak. But I don’t want him to stop. Grant Stockton’s hands are finally on me. His mouth is at my throat, and his hand is slowly teasing the edge of my waistband.
“Tell him to come save you from the one you hate so much. You can do that, can’t you?” he whispers as he pulls down the zipper of my shorts.
“Grant…” I breathe out his name. I don’t know what else to say.
“Scream his name. Tell him to save you,” he instructs as he turns me around and presses me against the railing, my back to his front, his lips at my ear. “That’s what you wanted. You were gonna have a sugar daddy save you from me, right? He’d be perfect for it. Could take you away from this fucked-up little town with all that football money. All that fame would keep you safe from me. You and Hazel could sit in the box together every Sunday like two pretty little wives.” His fingers ease under the waistband of my panties, and he nips at my throat.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. My whole body’s on edge, just waiting for him to make his next move—silently begging him to do it. It’s wrong though. So fucking wrong. Hazel would be hurt. Hayden would be confused.
“Anyone could walk out here right now.” I try to talk sense into him, but he’s not listening.
“That’s what you want, right?” His fingers creep lower. “Someone to put a stop to all this. Save you from me. Why don’t you call for him? ”
“You know why,” I whisper back.
“I have my fucking suspicions. You were so quick to comply with my orders, so willing to follow my rules. So eager to please me and give me what I wanted.” His fingers ease their way down, just on the cusp of teasing my clit.
“Grant, please…” I lean into his touch, and my ass brushes his cock through his jeans. He’s hard and thick against me, and I want to beg him to fuck me. Just put us both out of our misery and take until we’re both exhausted on the floor.
“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me why you agreed to all of this, and I’ll give you what you want,” he taunts me.
“I don’t want to be saved. I want you,” I whimper, so afraid to even speak the words out loud that I hold my breath in the wake of them. At least until he delves down and brushes my clit with his fingers, spreading them so that he gently teases either side, skimming the edges of my piercing. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. His hand freezes mid-motion.
“What is this ?” His voice is rough.
“A piercing.”
“A piercing?” He repeats my statement as a question.
“Yes.” I breathe the word more than speak it as his fingers slip over it, searching the borders and teasing me in the process.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters against my skin, his tone distracted and fascinated all at once. “I bet it looks fucking pretty. I want pictures next time you’re alone.”
“Okay,” I agree easily.
“Does it make this feel better?”
“You’ve never been with a woman who’s pierced?” I’m surprised. Given that he has a decade on me and looks the way he does, I figured he’d had every variety.
“Can’t say I have.” There’s amusement and curiosity in his tone as his fingers toy with me, and I roll my hips forward for more .
“I could be your first for something then,” I whisper, smiling to myself. “If you’d just give in and fuck me.”
“You want me to fuck you here on this porch, where anyone could see?” He’s dubious that I’d go through with it. But hell, I think I would. If it meant having him, finally, I don’t think I’d care if half our friends and family were witnesses to it. Those would be their therapy bills, not mine. Because all my mind would be focused on is that I finally got under his skin enough to make him cave.
“I don’t care who sees. Them. Anyone. You could fuck me live on the app. I just need it.”
“Fuck… You’re so raw and desperate. Deprived of the attention you need. I know. But I’m here now.” He scoops me up and pulls me over to a bench at the side of the house, depositing me in front of him. He finishes unbuttoning my shorts and slides them down my thighs along with my panties but pauses above my knees. “Spread for me. I want to see it now.”
“Anyone could—” I look toward the back porch.
“You said you didn’t care, and neither do I. Show me,” he demands.
I spread further and reveal the piercing on my clit. The moonlight catches it, and it glints in the light.
“Fuck. Look how wet and swollen you are for me.” He leans forward and runs his thumb over the piercing, and I let out a soft whimper. “That thing is so fucking sexy. You’re so fucking sexy.” His eyes rake over me with renewed interest, and I roll my lip between my teeth as he studies me. “Play with yourself and show me how you use it.”
My heart skips a beat at the request. But the fact that he’s fascinated with how it brings me pleasure, praising me instead of asking the boring and borderline stupid questions I normally get from men about whether or not it hurt, and if I was wet when they pierced me, has me doing whatever he asks. I start to tease myself with my fingertips, nudging the piercing gently back and forth as I do to help build the tension in the sensitive nerve endings there. My breathing gets heavier, and he watches me with bated breath.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous I can barely stand it. It’s one thing in the pictures… on the phone. But in person, Hellfire… Fuck me. I don’t deserve to watch.”
“I want you to watch. I need you to finish me. I want your hands on me when I come,” I say, teasing my fingers over my clit and dipping down lower to nudge my opening with the tips of them. I need him. Badly.
It’s been too long, and all the taunting and teasing we do with each other has me on the absolute edge. I’m too wary to tell him quite that bluntly though. If I stop too long to consider what I’m doing and where— who I’m doing it with—I’ll probably melt into a puddle on the floor. But as it stands, I’m holding my own, and he likes it.
“I’ll give you my hands when you need them. But I need a taste. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since the other night.”
I hold my fingers out, and he shakes his head and nods back down.
“Soak them. I want the taste of you branded on my tongue for the rest of the night so I can remember what I get, and he never will.”
I do as he asks, running my fingers through my wetness and dipping them inside until they’re coated, offering them up again. He wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls them deep into his mouth, practically swallowing them up as his tongue wraps around them, delving between them and around, tickling the pads of my fingers with the tip of his tongue as I try not to squirm. My eyes are locked on him, watching him like he’s starved until his lashes finally lift, and he catches me doing it. He sucks on the tips of them and then laves his tongue over every square inch. Lapping up every drop like he’s giving me a preview of what I’ll get someday.
“If you’re good, and I earn it, I’m gonna spend a night on my knees worshipping your pretty little cunt and sucking on this jeweled clit until you have to beg me to stop from how exhausted you are.”
“I’ll be good.”
“Then let’s hope I earn it.” He pats his lap. “But for now, come here. I have to settle for what I can take from you tonight.”
I turn to sit, but the shorts around my thighs restrict my movement as I try to make space in his lap. He grabs them and strips them off over my boots. Tossing them and my panties on the bench next to us before he pulls me into his lap, my back to his front. He uses his boots to kick my feet wider, exposing me for anyone who might walk by to see. The sensation of his jeans, the rough cotton and metal grommets and buttons against my bare ass has me nibbling my lower lip. I feel dirty in the best way, and I can hardly believe whose hands are on me.
“Look how pretty you are like this in my lap, spread and glittering for me in the moonlight. So fucking gorgeous.” His fingers start to work me over again, and I roll my hips to add to the building friction. I don’t miss how hard and thick he is underneath my ass, and I work to center myself on his cock as I writhe beneath his touch. I’m just hoping he’s getting the smallest taste of his own medicine.
“You fight dirty.” He growls against my throat and rakes his teeth over my skin.
I buck forward at the sensation, and his fingers slide inside me, working their way in and out as I rock my hips against his hand. His thumb toys with my clit, and it doesn’t take long for him to have me worked up to the edge of my orgasm. He slows his movement down to a snail’s pace, his fingers sliding effortlessly from how wet I am for him. I lay my head back against his shoulder, taking in a deep breath only to hear how ragged his is.
“You’re gonna make me come in my fucking pants if you keep up like that,” he warns.
“Good.” I can’t hide the amusement in my voice.
“Not good if I have to walk into the house like that for everyone to know.”
My excitement for the idea of making him fall apart like that for me dims at the thought of the awkwardness.
“I’d clean it up. Get you another set of pants,” I offer. “Tell them a bear ran off with the other set.” A laugh tumbles out of my chest at the idea of their expressions with that explanation.
“You’ve got the smartest fucking mouth I’ve ever known. You know that?”
“I know. That’s why you like it. You’d love it if you knew what else I could do with it.”
“Fuck me.” He nips at my neck again and then pulls me tighter to his body before he slides his hand around my throat and whispers in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck this tight little cunt with my fingers while you sit perfectly fucking still, or I won’t let you come at all.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t test me,” he threatens, picking up his pace. His fingers work me deeper, and he alternates between the heel of his hand and circling my clit with his thumb, speeding up his pace. His fingers curl, and he’s relentless, the tension building in my nerves until I can barely stand it. I feel like I might burst apart at the seams from how desperate I am to come. I can’t hold still any longer, and my hips roll up of their own volition, despite him wrapping a leg around mine to try to still me.
“Goddamn, Hellfire. We’re gonna work on that. You’ re gonna learn to listen. But fuck it. I don’t care tonight. Grind down on me. See if you can take us both there like this.”
His words, along with his relentless pace, are apparently all I need. I come hard, too hard for my own good because I feel the release—one more intense than I’ve ever had before. I can’t stop myself. I slide over his cock as he fucks me with his fingers, hitting me at just the perfect angle as I bite my tongue to try to stifle my moan, and he bites my neck. I suspect he loses himself in the process. I can feel the wetness as it seeps through his jeans. Except… my upper thighs are wet, and so is his hand as he pulls it away. Wetter than it should be, even given how good that was.
“Oh shit,” I curse, immediately shocked and ready to scramble away. But he holds me tight. I’ve heard about this like it was an urban legend. Bristol has bragged about it happening to her twice with a guy she met last year. But I’ve never done it before.
“Hellfire… fuck. You’re just full of surprises.”
“I’m sorry.” I feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
“Don’t apologize.”
“I’ve never… That’s never happened before.”
He plants kisses up my neck as his ragged breathing slows right alongside mine, nipping at my neck in intervals and finally sucking one long permanent kiss into my flesh.
“That’s fucking perfect. Then we’re both getting each other’s firsts tonight.” He whispers in a low, rough tone that could honestly make me come again if I had a moment to focus.
“You’re not mortified?” I ask as his grip on me loosens. “Because I am.”
“Look at me,” he instructs, and I crane my neck to meet his eyes. “Don’t be. Honestly. It’s hot as fuck.” His hand runs over my thigh, and he gently squeezes it in reassurance. “The only problem is now I’m gonna be tempted to challenge myself every single time,” he murmurs against my shoulder. We sit like that for a minute before reality starts to sink in, and I realize I’m half naked, and we’re both soaked.
I stand and grab my underwear and shorts, toeing out of my boots to put them back on, and then look over him with a smirk. Even with the black jeans and the low light of the moon, his whole lap is wet. I press my hand to my lips as a smile forms.
“Bonus is you don’t know if it’s all you or me too.”
“That’s unfair. You have to tell me. That was my own little challenge.”
“You like guys who come in their pants?” He gives me a skeptical look. “That turns you on?”
“Um… fuck yes. Especially someone like you. Do you know how good you’d have to be to make a guy like Grant ‘The Devil’ Stockton come in his pants?” I tease him in a whisper, worried again about our proximity to the house.
“Woman, I think you might be confused about who the devil is in that scenario if you’re trying to bring men down like that,” he muses, half a smile on his face despite the scolding look his brow is giving me.
“I don’t think you realize how hot it is.”
He gives me another skeptical look, but then his attention returns to his pants.
“Either way, this probably isn’t a good look going back into the house.”
“Hold on.” I hold up my hand as I put my boots back on. I duck around the corner and grab one of the beers out of the cooler that sits on the deck, thankful when it’s a twist top because I don’t have a bottle opener, and we don’t have time to waste. When I round back to the other side of the house, he’s already standing, and I toss the beer at him. It splatters across his shirt and pants in wild fashion, creating a Pollock-like stain down his front and making him reek of hops .
“Fuck me!” He shakes his hand and looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind for a moment before he recognizes my plan for what it is. “Smart ass.”
“So you keep saying.” I grin at him. “Just blame it on me. Tell them I was clumsy when we were both trying to get in the door. My hands were full, I wouldn’t take help, and you got the short end of the stick.”
“You’re too clever for your own good sometimes.” His lashes lift, and he studies me like he’s amused. But there’s something else there too, something I can’t quite read in the way he takes me in now.
“Only when required.”
“I know,” he answers without missing a beat, smiling at me. “All right. Let’s make a commotion on the way back in. It won’t be hard for any of them to believe you dropped beer on me.”