Chapter 13 #2
“Only if you’re comfortable with that,” I assured her. “We can stop right here, Gracie. I’ll never take anything from you that you’re not willing to give.”
From what I’d seen, Grace’s whole life had been an exercise in giving up parts of herself for other people.
“And what if I want to?” Grace asked shyly before frowning to herself, her eyes flitting to the opal ring on her finger. “I shouldn’t want to, I don’t think.”
“Unless we’re soul bonds,” I supplied, because I was pretty sure we were, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it.
“But even if we’re not,” Grace continued breathily, wriggling in my lap in a way that made me consider giving my dick another talk. “I…I don’t think it matters. Touch me, Riot. I want you to touch me because it’s you .”
I captured her lower lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth as my hand moved under her skirt, my thumb brushing over her slit through her cotton panties. I doubted those words had come easily, and I wanted to reward her for them.
“Is this pussy wet for me?” I asked against her mouth, smiling against her lips as she sucked in a surprised breath. I was testing her a little, seeing where exactly her boundaries were and what got her hot.
For all her bashful blushing, she’d pinned me against the fridge and slid her tongue in my mouth just fine.
“I think so,” she replied shyly. “And I am very much hoping that’s normal.”
“So fucking cute,” I murmured, encouraging her to lift her hips so I could tug her panties down her legs. I didn’t rush my movements, just in case this was getting a little too real for her and she changed her mind, but Grace obligingly lifted her knees to peel them off.
There was a saucy little temptress underneath that good girl exterior, waiting to come out whenever Grace let it.
I traced her lip with my thumb, tipping my chin up as I observed her, learning what she liked. She seemed to want me to take charge, at least for now, while she was figuring out what felt good.
Grace mimicked my movements, her own chin tilting up before her lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to lick the tip of my finger.
Her eyes dilated at my groan of approval and she repeated the movement with more confidence, swirling her tongue around my thumb with impressive muscle control that I would love to see demonstrated on other parts of my body.
When she was ready.
I slipped one hand underneath her dress behind her, giving her bare ass an approving squeeze as I pulled my thumb away from her mouth. Fuck , what an ass. As adorable as all her matching sweatpants and jumpers were, it was a crime she wore clothes at home.
Grace held her breath as I slipped my hand between us and ran my thumb slowly through her folds, brushing her clit with the softest touch. Grace’s head fell back as she let out one of those breathy moans that gave me a better high than any drug ever had.
“Tell me how you feel, Gracie,” I demanded in a low voice. My dick was so hard, I felt like it was about to tear through my jeans.
“I… Sugar . That is…wow.”
I smiled to myself as she wriggled in my lap, seeking more friction. “If you’ve lost the ability to form sentences, then I’d say I’m doing an okay job,” I said wryly.
She hummed, biting down on her lower lip as I circled her sensitive nerves teasingly, wanting to build her up until she felt like she would burst with the need to come. We found a slow rhythm as Grace’s movements gained confidence, but I wanted a better angle. I wanted more .
“On your back,” I commanded, maneuvering her onto the couch. Grace went willingly, her body pliant as she all but melted into the cushions. She was in the perfect position for me to throw her legs over my shoulder and devour her pussy, but I felt like that would be a step too far for her today.
Maybe tomorrow.
Instead, I planted one hand by her head and stroked my fingers between her thighs again, leaning down to capture her lips in a filthy kiss that was all teeth and tongue, and none of the usual gentleness I’d shown her so far.
Grace mewled into my mouth and the noise shot directly to my dick.
My hand moved without conscious thought, one finger sliding into her pussy.
“Riot!” Grace gasped, breaking our kiss as she arched her back.
“Fuck,” I gritted out. It was probably a good thing Grace wasn’t ready for anything more. I wasn’t sure how I’d ever keep my dick out of her once I had a taste of how good she felt wrapped around me. “Are you okay?”
“It feels…weird. Good. Kind of uncomfortable, but it’s getting better,” Grace whispered, but her desire-tinged curiosity brushed against my skin and I exhaled a quiet breath of relief that she wasn’t feeling concerned or scared. I never wanted that for her.
“Relax,” I murmured, leaning down to capture her lips again. “Kiss me. Just focus on that.”
Proving my hunch correct that Grace enjoyed me taking the lead, she relaxed almost the instant my lips touched hers, and my movements grew bolder, more deliberate.
I grinned against her mouth, enjoying the soft whines she couldn’t quite suppress as I added a second finger, curling them upwards until I found that sensitive spot that made her gasp, and she bucked her hips reflexively against my hand.
“Are you going to come for me?” I asked, changing my angle slightly to rub the heel of my hand against her clit, feeling her inner walls flutter around me.
“Um, yes. I think so,” Grace stuttered, wrapping her hand around my bicep and digging her nails into my flesh as she tightened around my fingers, finding her release with a husky little moan.
I wasn’t sure there was a sight more beautiful on this entire planet than Grace lost in the throes of pleasure. She was always exquisite, but seeing her unguarded, vulnerable, lost to pleasure was indescribable.
“Did I tell you to stop, Gracie?” I purred in her ear, pulling my fingers out of her to circle her clit. “Keep going. I want you to come so hard you see the goddess herself.”
To my surprise, Grace bit down on the inside of my forearm to muffle her moans as one orgasm rolled into another, and I filed that incredibly attractive fact away for later.
Her teeth released my muscle as her head fell back and I admired the two curved lines of indents they’d left behind. Pity they’d fade. Maybe I could get her to bite harder next time and ask Dare to tattoo over the lines.
“Is it normal to feel like this? Is it meant to be this good?” Grace panted, her long hair fanning out over the couch, breasts rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath.
“For us? Fuck yeah,” I growled, bracing my forearms on either side of her head so I could lean down to trail soft kisses up her neck. She turned her head to the side, giving me better access as I left a small love bite on the sensitive spot behind her ear. “I will always make you feel that good.”
“But I’m not really doing anything for you,” Grace protested, the hint of a whine in her voice that made me smile.
“You can’t even imagine what you’re doing for me, Gracie,” I chuckled against her neck. I could barely comprehend what she was doing for me. I propped myself up so I could look at her face, her pastel eyes hazy with desire, parted lips swollen from kissing, face flushed.
Sometimes, I struggled to believe she was real.
“You’re everything I don’t deserve,” I whispered against her lips. “You’re light and goodness, and so fucking sweet I don’t know what to do with myself.”
There was a sliver of guilt Grace wasn’t quick enough to suppress, and I pulled her back up into my lap, keeping my arms tight around her to try to chase the misplaced feeling away. I hated that any kind of intimacy made her doubt herself.
“Riot,” Grace breathed, looking up at me with wide eyes, her head resting against my shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know how it’s possible—it shouldn’t be possible—but I just think you should know, I believe you’re my soul bond.”
I smiled against her hair, a weight lifting off my shoulders that she’d arrived at the same conclusion I had.
“I think so too, but it wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t, Gracie. I’m still keeping you.
* * *
When I’d woken up this morning, I’d wanted nothing more than to roll her over and give her the kind of wakeup call she deserved, but I didn’t want to wake her on her day off.
So here I was, spending my Saturday staring at the top of Dare’s head over the half wall in his studio as he bent over his client.
I’d agreed to give him a hand, even though I’m pretty sure he only wanted me here so he could bug me for details about what had happened at the store the other night. Fortunately his client had arrived first thing, so he hadn’t had an opportunity to question me yet, but I knew it was coming.
And I’d have to lie to him, which was bullshit. I didn’t want Grace to be my dirty little secret, and I didn’t want to be hers.
Was she awake yet?
I’d swung by my dad’s empty apartment last night to drop off the merchandise I’d swiped and the cash Dare had paid me, and while I was glad he’d be off my back now, I wished I’d saved some money to get a burner phone for Grace.
I wanted to be able to talk to her during the day more than ever.
She’d admitted she felt we were soul bonds.
Soul bonds.
While I definitely didn’t reject any part of that idea, and I felt in my bones it was the truth, I did feel more than a little guilty for inflicting myself on Grace.
She obviously deserved far better than me.
Someone with clean hands and an intact soul for starters.
Someone with a real job and a place to live too. Maybe a car.
None of those clean cut agathos boys would appreciate Grace for who she was the way I would, though. Maybe that’s what this was about. Some goddess or another had decided that Grace deserved a soul bond who embraced the things that made her unique, and they’d somehow settled on me.