Chapter 24 #2
“What about Kora?” I saw her across the room then, mingling with other women, probably about their next trip to Dubai or the Maldives, or what spa or guru they should try next.
“What about her?” he asked, slipping his hand back around my waist. When he tugged me to him, the breath left my lungs.
“Riyan!” I whisper-shouted, giggling as my drink nearly sloshed over the rim.
“What? She won’t notice if we aren’t here anymore.
You know that.” He was probably right. Though Kora and my father were always the ones taking me to any event, they never left with me.
I did that on my own once I couldn’t take it any longer.
“C’mon. We could go to my friend’s house. He’s throwing a party.”
“A friend?”
“Yeah. He’s cool. Promise.” I dug my teeth into my lip, catching his eyes.
This time, he shamelessly licked his lips, then brushed his nose over my cheek.
I almost lost my balance again as he whispered in my ear, “I’ll make sure you have a good time.
” His hand slipped down, resting right above my ass.
I couldn’t hide the moan that escaped my lips.
He chuckled softly. “A really, really good time, Princess.”
“That night was the first time I was with him.” I twiddled my thumbs, unable to look at Grant for the next part as I dropped my voice and added, “and several others.”
“Others?”
“His friends,” I clarified. “Whoever…um…”
“He offered you to his friends? Is that what you mean?”
I nodded, biting down on my lip hard.
“When you say, ‘first time,’ you mean you were a virgin.”
I nodded again.
Grant’s anger was thicker than the summer humidity. His jaw worked as he glanced away, and when he looked back at me, my stomach roiled. I swallowed down the bile rising to the surface as the silence stretched on. Finally, I asked, “Are you mad at me?”
“What?” His face softened as he answered, “No. Never, darlin’.
C’mere.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed those words onto my lips.
I climbed onto his lap as the kiss deepened, our tongues colliding in a way so intimate, it was like something I’d never done before.
I didn’t just want to be close to him. I wanted to never be away from him.
I needed him to make those memories vanish, to erase them and put himself there. To be with me like only he could.
Was it insane for me to want him so bad after not even a week together? Sure. But what the fuck in my life hadn’t been insane to begin with? The longest I’d been with someone was Walton, and I’d never formed an ounce of the feeling for him that I held for Grant.
A fire started coiling deep in my gut, spreading lower as he hardened beneath me. “Tell me what you want,” he growled low, making that heat so hot, I thought I’d burst.
“You.” He kissed down my neck, ripping open the flannel, sending buttons to the floor. Dipping his head, he bit down on my nipple, then sucked it hard into his mouth. “I want you.” I’m not sure he heard the depth in my words. The hard truth they revealed. “Please, Grant. You.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
“I want to be completely yours. However you want me. Make me think of nothin’ but you.”
He groaned, then took my wrists with one hand, guiding me back on the bed as he pinned them above my head.
“You remember our safe word, right?” I nodded, squirming beneath him.
“Good. I want to remind you you’re safe with me, baby.
Even if I fuck you so hard you’ll feel like I don’t give a damn about your safety.
” He popped my jean’s button open and worked his hand inside, cupping my pussy. “You’re so fucking soaked for me.”
I whimpered as he bent to take my nipple into his mouth while circling my clit with two fingers.
“Please,” I whined, lifting my hips. Grant responded by gazing up at me and sucking harder on my nipple, then flicking his tongue over the bud.
I was panting and writhing as he did the same to the other one, his fingers working my clit without entering me.
It was torture. “Please, just…take the jeans off me.”
His hand slipped out from my panties as his mouth worked up to my collar bone. “I won’t make you beg for what you want, Peach.” He started sucking and kissing my neck, biting the skin, but not enough to hurt.
“What do you want, then?” I whispered.
His nose grazed my ear, his voice like gravel as he said, “I want you to scream my name.” He quickly sat back and gripped my undone jeans, the veins on his arms angry as he ripped the fabric apart.
I raised my hips as he yanked them and tossed them over his shoulder.
He pulled my panties down my legs, staring at my exposed pussy with somethin’ I could only describe as carnal desire. The lick of his lip confirmed it.
“Get on your knees and put that ass in the air with your hands behind your back.”
I obeyed eagerly, flipping onto my stomach and lifting my ass into the air as my knees sank into his bed.
As my cheek pressed into the mattress with my hands behind my back, I heard the clink of a belt, then a zipper as the bed shifted.
A thick band of leather, which I pictured bein’ his belt, wrapped around my wrists.
The head of his cock nudged my asscheek as he pulled the hair tie from my curls, letting them down before tugging on my wrists, jerking me up from the mattress.
“You should see how fucking gorgeous you are like this,” he said, slipping two fingers inside me. “So damn hot.” My back arched as he pumped his fingers in and out, only removing them to spread my arousal over my clit.
I swayed my hips and glanced past my shoulder.
His eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen, heavy and drunk on my body.
He bit the corner of his bottom lip as he removed his fingers from my pussy, spreading the wetness around the head of his cock.
The ring at the tip glistened with a bead of precum, and I whimpered, wanting to lick it off him.
Grey eyes flicked up to mine as his head remained bowed. “You like what you see, darlin’?”
“Yes.”
“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” His knees pressed to the insides of mine, spreading my legs further. Lining up his cock at my entrance, he added, “Just like that. Until you can’t keep ’em open anymore.”
I moaned as he pushed inside, his grip on my hip firm and demanding while the other kept my arms back. The tips of my fingers curled into the leather, trying not to let my knees buckle. An ungodly whine left my lips when he pushed in deeper.
“Atta-fuckin’-girl,” he growled as he pulled out and slammed back into me, his hips bucking against my ass.
“Blues on me, baby.” My lust-crazed gaze snapped back to his.
“Just like that. Perfect.” He grinned before thrusting into me again.
Curls fell over my shoulder with the force, and he quickly remedied that by taking a fistful and tugging.
Cum spread down between my thighs, a wet sound meeting every thrust. His other hand released the belt and snaked between my thighs, teasingly flicking my throbbing clit.
I tried to slip out from the looped belt, wanting to turn more to see him lose control.
My thighs and neck ached in the position, but I loved every damn second of it.
“You should see how greedy your pussy is for me, darlin’. Suckin’ me back in like it can’t get enough. I wanna stay inside you for the rest of my life.”
“Please,” I begged.
“Scream my name when I make you come on my cock.”
His fist twisted in my hair, pulling my head back more.
The position made my back arch deeper, my stomach bowing to the bed while my ass lifted higher, tits bouncing more fiercely.
“Fuuuck.” He groaned at the sight and slowed his pace to circle his fingers over my clit.
My legs shook, struggling to keep myself up as my orgasm built. “Who’s gonna make you come, baby?”
“You,” I panted, my pussy dripping as his cock swelled inside me. I could feel every inch as he pushed in and pulled out, whimpering at the loss, then whimpering more at the fullness. I’d never been controlled in a way that brought a smile to my face, succumbing to pleasure.
It was…intense.
“Say.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Name.” Thrust.
“Grant!” I squealed on a sharp inhale as he shifted the angle, hitting a spot that paired so damn well with how he was rubbing my clit.
“Grant, oh fuck, right there.” Stars burst behind my eyes as they rolled to the back of my head.
I’m pretty sure I was droolin’, but I didn’t give a damn.
“Grant, Grant, Grant, Grant!” Each verse of his name brought me closer to coming.
Like the idea of it being him was all I really needed.
“Louder,” he ordered, picking up the pace.
I kept chanting with every thrust until his name collided into the last one, turning into a jumble of screams as I came.
I shuddered as he let go of my hair and flipped me around.
My arms were still bound behind my back, my eyelids barely able to open before a thin veil of black fabric covered them.
“Grant?” I whispered as a bout of panic started to rise.
“I’m here, Peach. It’s just you and me. Keep sayin’ my name.” I rolled my lips in as he spread my legs, his breath warm over my center. He stroked his tongue down to my pussy, and when he slid it inside me, his tongue vibrated with a growl. “Goddamn, woman. I love the way you taste.”
“Grant, please.” My hips rocked against his mouth while I imagined the way he looked between my legs.
Touseled hair, stubbled jaw with the hairs from his upper lip teasing my sensitive clit every time he buried his face in my pussy.
And those eyes, softened and full of adoration as he watched me come undone for him.