Chapter 20 #2
I scoffed. “Because you’re too young to know what you want.”
“Sophia Odette Pierson, born February 26th, heiress to Pierson Oil and only child of Yates and Celia Pierson. But, darlin’, you’re so much fuckin’ more.” His eyes darkened. “I’ve said this before—five years is fucking nothin’. Especially not when you make me feel more like myself than I—”
“It won’t ever work, Grant!” I shouted. “Don’t you see that?”
“No, I don’t.” He pulled me to him, ghosting his lips over mine as he said, “What I see is a woman who I’m fucking crazy for and will do anythin’ to keep.
” My lips parted. “You’ve been mine since before Walton put that ring on your finger, and you’ll be mine once you finally move past whatever block you’ve put between us.
I know you can see something with me, a future you want, a man that is obsessed with you and treats you like you deserve.
” His lips continued down my neck. Not kissing, just provoking.
It was making me squirm. “A man who makes you feel the way I know you feel right now—just like I feel, too.”
“No.”
“Stop denying it. Today, we’re just us. Remember?” I moaned as his erection shifted beneath me. “What does Just Sophia want with Just Grant?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Tell me, darlin’.”
“Please,” I begged, unsure what I was asking for.
“Please, what?” I moaned as he bit my earlobe. “Use your words, Peach.” My mind raced for the right words, but my body already knew what it wanted. Him. “Say it.”
“I-I want you to fuck me.”
He groaned. “That all you want from me?” I whimpered and shook my head as he kissed my neck.
“You want me to take you and make you mine?” He chuckled softly, tickling my skin.
“No.” My eyes went wide. “No, what you want is for me to fill your wet, tight cunt. But you want to be in control, don’t you?
You need it, like I need to touch you. Be inside you.
Fuck you.” I let my head drop back as he trailed his lips up, kissing my jawline. “Give me your shirt.”
My fingers fumbled over the buttons as my face remained tilted to the sky, my skin growing hot.
When I finally got them free, I let the fabric fall from my shoulders, but his arm behind my back caught it.
He released my hand and fisted the shirt, then held it up to me. My brows furrowed in confusion.
“Stand up.” I did as he said, his eyes heating at the sight of my naked body. But, he stayed seated, only looping his arms around the back of the chair. “Use the shirt to tie my hands.”
“You won’t be able to touch me?” I meant it like a statement, but I’d never done this before, so it came out like a question.
He smirked. “I want you to be in control, baby.”
I licked my lips, looking at his jeans. “Remove those first.”
His smirk deepened. “Whatever you want.” He balled the shirt and pressed the wad into my stomach, then stood slowly, popping the button on his jeans before pushing them to his ankles and kicking them away.
I expected boxer briefs next, but he’d gone commando, and my surprise at what I saw on his cock left my mouth wide and gaping.
“You’re pierced?”
“Your shock is real cute.” He took a seat, repositioning his arms behind the chair. “I can’t wait to see that face when you feel them inside you.”
My teeth dug into my bottom lip, palms sweating against the flannel as I circled to the backside of him. I could still see the monster that was his cock right over his shoulder, and my body reacted like a kid in a candy store.
I get to lick that? Have that in me? No fucking way.
“Just a simple knot will be fine. I won’t be fightin’ against it.”
Right. The shirt. I took the sleeves and used them like rope, knotting it once, then another time because I needed more time to process what my mind was refusing to settle on. I circled back, but couldn’t help but stare at the metal on his cock.
“Go ahead, Sophia.” I melted at the use of my name. “I’m all yours to use. Touch me wherever and however you want.”
I licked my lips again, my mouth suddenly feeling dry.
I glanced over my shoulder at the bottle of bourbon and rushed back to it, taking a swig to quell the insane nerves buildin’.
Stepping back up to him, I pushed my knee between his legs.
Something inside me burned with the bourbon in my stomach as he let me between his parted knees.
A feral, undeniable need to see how far Grant would let me go.
Wherever and however.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered softly, then cleared my throat, ready to repeat myself right before he grinned and popped his lips open. “Tilt your head back.”
I took another sip, my body humming as I brought the glass from my lips and put it above his.
Pouring about a shot’s worth in, I watched his Adam’s apple move with the liquid.
God, his mouth. My pussy throbbed at the memory of what he felt like between my legs.
I desperately wanted his tongue somewhere. Anywhere. Every-fucking-where.
I shifted one leg over his and straddled his thigh, loving the way he whimpered. “Can you feel how wet I am for you, Grant?” He nodded, his throat working as he swallowed. “It’s a shame you won’t be able to put your fingers inside me.”
“Fuck, Peach.”
I looked down at his cock, the girth making me take another swig. He had a loop at the tip of his dick, which I’d heard of before, but not the one on his pubic area, right above his shaft. I reached down and rubbed my thumb over the one I didn’t know, and he smiled wickedly. “You like that one?”
My head tilted to the side. “Why is it there?”
“You want me to ruin the surprise?”
“I guess not.” I swept my fingers to the base of his cock, and he groaned as I kept moving up, and up, until I reached the other piercing. “Honestly, I don’t think you’ll fit.”
He chuckled, then hissed through his teeth as I moved my fingers down the thick ridge. “I’ll fit.”
“Hmm.” I continued lightly touching his cock, his heart beating so hard I could feel his pulse along my pussy. “Which part of my body did you think I meant?”
Now it was his turn to look confused. “Are we not talkin’ about that sweet wet cunt you’re rubbin’ on my leg?”
“No.” I repositioned my other leg, pushing his legs together as mine spread further apart.
Leaning back, I braced myself on his knee with one hand then slowly tipped the bottle above my chest. Amber colored liquid slid down my breasts, beading over my hardened nipples.
“I’ll let you think about that more as you lick this off me.
” His tongue darted out, entranced by the liquid as I shifted closer, only to repeat the action over my other breast. “Lick me clean, like the good boy you are.”
Grant’s voice was hoarse as he replied, “Yes, ma’am.
” His head lowered, and I pushed my chest out until his lips collided with my nipple.
I gasped as he swirled his tongue greedily, biting and sucking on one before moving to the other.
His cock bobbed near my spread pussy, and as much as I knew he was ready to fuck me, he wasn’t trying to free his hands and take over.
He was letting me have all the control, and I’d never felt more powerful in my life.
“You taste so damn good,” he murmured as he switched to lapping the area between my breasts. “This is the only way I’m drinkin’ from now on.”
“Yeah?” I laughed and draped my arms over his shoulders. “Not sure how much you’ll get in your mouth that way.”
“I don’t care. You’re more intoxicatin’ than any liquor I’ve ever drank.
” His tongue caressed the underside of my breast. Dark curls covered his forehead as he tried to get lower, kissing his way from my nipples to my collar bone, then my neck.
“How’re you doin’, Peach?” he whispered, catching me off-guard.
How was I doing? Could I answer that without drooling?
“Good,” I moaned back as he started sucking on my neck. “Real, real good.”
“Tell me what you want me to do next.”
“I want you to kiss me.” He didn’t hesitate.
He moved to my lips, capturing mine with his, and I became lost to the taste of bourbon on his tongue.
My hand slowly trailed down the hard plane of his stomach, and he gasped into my mouth as my thumb met the head of his cock.
“You’re going to hurt me,” I murmured, breaking the kiss.
His brows drew together. “You’re in control here, darlin’. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
I nodded my head shakily. “Okay.” My hand slid lower until it rested at the base, and he tipped his head back, groaning as I squeezed gently.
I looked down and licked my lips as a bead of precum dotted the tip.
“I’m on the shot,” I blurted before meeting his lustful gaze.
“Just thought that was important to know.”
“Hmmm. That is, I suppose.”
“You suppose?”
“Yeah.” He hissed as I pumped him once, keeping the pressure light. I tried not to think too hard about how lax he was about birth control. Was he even gonna ask, or just let me fuck him and find out later? “Your hand feels incredible.”
“What if that’s all you get today?”
“Then I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
“You’re mighty nonchalant.” I rocked my hips side to side, scooting closer. “I sure hope you don’t fuck that way.”
He smirked, opening his eyes a little wider like he wanted me to see just how much he meant his next words. “I’d tell you to untie me and see how wrong that thought of yours is, but I’m really fuckin’ likin’ being at your mercy, and I think you are enjoyin’ it, too.”