Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
G RANT
I’ve never been more tempted in my life. The only thing that stops me in this moment is that I want to edge the fuck out of her. I want her so desperate for my cock when I finally fuck her that nothing else on earth will come close. All my other concerns, the part of my brain that thinks critically, has fucking left the building. I’m just thankful I still have a razor-thin margin of control when I need it. Enough to show her how tight I can hold the reins for both of us.
“No.”
She lets out a soft frustrated sigh and closes her eyes, her hand dropping from its work between her thighs, glistening and wet from the way she’s been working herself up for me.
“But don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not gonna waste a drop.” I take up her hand and kiss her fingertips. “You’ re gonna imagine we’re still in your bar, with all your college boys watching you come the way you need it. You’re gonna finish yourself off on my tongue.”
Her eyes open again and slip down to watch me as I make a tentative swipe of my tongue over her clit. I grab her thigh and prop her leg over my shoulder so I have better access. Her lips curl at the corner with anticipation, and I take another long lick of her, teasing her clit and tracing over her piercing before I work my way down again.
“I wish they could all watch you do this.” She moans softly as I start to work her over with my tongue. “Especially all those girls who look at you like they want to fuck you right there in the bar. Imagine how jealous they’d be right now.” Her fingers explore my scalp, weaving between the strands of my hair as she rocks her hips up to meet my mouth.
“They’d be so disappointed to have to go home with one of those boys instead of you,” she continues, and I love the way she sounds when she talks like this. Her voice has a honey-like quality to it—thick and just that little bit raspy.
I suck gently on her clit, and there’s a series of soft curses and gasps.
“If I’d known you could use your tongue like this…” Her voice fades to a soft moan, and her fingers drift down the back of my head to my neck, where her nails scrape slowly over my skin. “Fuck, you eat like one of those desperate cowboys who’s been out on the trail too long.”
I smirk as I pull away, glancing up at her before pressing a kiss to her perfect little clit. I slip two fingers inside her. She coats them easily, so fucking wet and perfect for me.
“I need more. I want you,” she begs.
I almost comply. The urge to just take her right here on the floor is so strong it’s very nearly painful. But neither of us is ready for that yet—what it would mean if I finally claimed her the way I want.
If she needs more, though, I can give her that. I grab the knight off the bar next to her and drag it over her, teasing her clit before I slip it inside her. There’s a gasp at the intrusion, and she looks down, flushing when she realizes that I’m fucking her with the chess piece. I work it in and out with my fingers at a steady rhythm, and her skin flushes with heat.
“That full enough for you?”
“You’re a tease, not nearly as good as your dick would be,” she muses.
I lean over and suck on her, my tongue working over the jewelry and massaging her clit in the process. She squirms against my face, clearly desperate for more, and my fingers bite down into the flesh of her thighs. I come up for air to tell her what to do.
“Fuck my face, Hellfire.”
Her fingers drag through my hair, and she uses it like an anchor, tightening her grip as she rolls her hips. She uses all of me. My tongue, my lips, my teeth. I bring her closer and closer to the edge as she soaks my beard.
“That’s right. Use me. Imagine all those guys are watching, and you’re showing them how much you like being fucked like this,” I murmur as I look up to watch her face and catch my breath. I tease her again with my tongue, and she writhes against it.
“Fuck,” she curses and readjusts her grip on my hair. “I’m gonna come. I’m so close already.”
Her nails prick at my scalp, and I know it’s my cue to stop. I tear away from her, her grip so tight she nearly takes a chunk of my hair with it, and I take my knight with me as I sit back on the stool, letting her leg drop to the bar again .
“What the fuck?” Her eyes pop open, and she stares at me in confusion.
“You gotta earn the last bit, Hellfire.” I smirk at her
“Grant, please.” She gives me a desperate look—one I’ve been dying to see.
“Begging’s a good start.” I take the knight and swirl it in the glass of whisky, watching her wetness mix with the amber liquid before I toss it to the side. “But I want you to tell me who owns you.”
“You do, Grant. Please. You know you do.”
“Open your mouth,” I say before I knock back half the drink, keeping it in my mouth as I step up on the ledge, and I grab her jaw. She complies, and I hold her in place while I spit it in her mouth. Her eyes go wide, and then she swallows, her throat bobbing with the motion. Then I wrap my hand around it so I can feel it slide down her throat. “Can’t wait until I can feel my cock here, watch you take all of me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She nods, and I watch her lids fall. “Yes, I think about it when I fuck myself.”
She’s lost in it now, just the way I want her.
“Spread your legs wide for me like a good girl, and lick that drop off your lips before it falls to the floor. You’re too good to waste like that.” She does as I ask, scooting to the edge, her tongue darting out to save the amber drop before it slips off.
I reach down and tease her clit with the pads of my fingers. Giving her the softest brush of friction, she moans and gasps, rocking her hips and cursing.
“Please, Daddy. Put me out of my misery,” she begs again, and I hold up the glass to show her the last of our drink and then throw it back. She opens for me, and I spit it into her mouth, letting her swallow it down and smirking before I give her what she needs .
I slap her clit hard and fast, and she cries out. Her pussy quivers with the impact. I watch it pink up for me before I slap it a second time for good measure.
“Holy shit,” she curses through her teeth. “Fuck. Oh my god.”
I lean over and wrap my lips around her clit to suck the last bit of her wetness into my mouth before I slip my tongue down to tease her entrance. It gives her one final flood of sensation as she rides out her orgasm, rocking her hips against my face like she can hardly stand to let go of me before I pull away.
“What the fuck was that?” Her breathing’s still heavy, and her lids are half-shuttered as she looks me over when I sit back on the stool in front of her.
“You all right there, Cowgirl?” I smirk at her. I take inventory of the damage I’ve done to her and her pretty pink pussy. She doesn’t even try to cover herself, just watches me watching her. She likes me looking, even in the aftermath. We were fucking made for each other.
“No, that was…” She shakes her head and licks her lips. “You really are the fucking devil, you know.”
“I know.” I lean over the bar and pour myself a shot, downing it to help clear my mind. Because I still desperately want to fuck her, and my cock is straining against my zipper as I try to take steady breaths and count to ten. I offer her one but she shakes her head.
“Let me return the favor… please.” Her eyes fall to the front of my pants. It’s not like I can lie and say I’m good.
“It’s okay.”
“You just said you wanted to fuck my mouth.” She gives me a skeptical look.
“I do. But I like the torture, Hellfire. It feels like I’m paying for my sins before I indulge in them.”
“You need to put us both out of our misery soon, or I’ll be doing the kidnapping.” She grins, a small laugh tumbling out of her.
“You gonna tie me up, Hellfire?” I bend over and kiss her knee, meeting her eyes as I do it.
“If you make me.”
I kiss her other knee as her fingers slip through my hair, gently brushing it back where it’s fallen over my forehead.
“Come on. Let’s go find a room and get you cleaned up. Then I’ll take you down for some dinner.” I hold out my hand, and she slips hers into it as she hops down from the bar.