Chapter 27 #3
“Show me.” I ripped the ear muffs from my head and set them on the ledge in front of me.
A finger slid down my slit, like we were playing a game of cat and mouse but it was all teasin’ and we were both cats.
Feral fucking cats. His voice turned low and gritty, full of desperation.
“I want to be inside you. Need to fuck you raw, right here, right now. I need to feel you wrapped around me, coming all over my cock while you fire off more rounds.”
The breath Grant said he didn’t need was lost between us both as I nodded and he pushed my jeans down. I helped kick them off, looking over my shoulder as I leaned forward against the half wall and watched him rip his belt off with one hand.
Grant palmed my ass as he kicked my legs apart, using the other hand to undo his jeans and free his cock. I moaned at the sight of him slowly stroking himself. My throat ran dry as he smoothed his thumb over the tip.
“The way you’re lookin’ at me is enough to make me come on the spot, darlin’.
How’d I deserve such a beautiful woman to look at me like that?
” His hand smoothed down my back, the touch so caring and sweet—so unlike what I’d had before him.
Leaving him that night truly was the biggest mistake of my life, one that ended up not changin’ the inevitable.
Five words wouldn’t stop circling my brain—
I’m falling for Grant Brooks.
“Wait,” I blurted. His features pinched as he slowly released his dick and took a step back. I spun around and fell to my knees before him, tipping the brim of his hat that was still on my head up to see him better. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
The confusion on his face worsened. I knew he was thinking back to a few nights ago when the same thing sent me overboard. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, licking my lips as I stared up the length of his body before me.
A deep, raw hunger filled me at the sight of the metal piercings, the protruding veins showing just how hard he was.
The maddening lines that rippled over his stomach, feeding the thickness I hoped to swallow.
An ache coursed between my legs, and I squeezed my knees together before setting the gun on the ground.
“I’m sure,” I whispered, hoping it would ease the tension my request seemed to cause him. “I want you to fuck my mouth, Grant.”
“You’re the one in charge, darlin’.” He growled his approval as he gripped the base of his cock and stepped up as close as he could. “Only you.”
I spread my fingers on his thighs, working my way up his body, treasuring every inch. He released his cock as my hand took over, the fingers of one hand unable to close fully around him. Grant gathered my curls tenderly, treating me like the most precious thing he’d ever touched.
“Peach?”
“Grant?” The sound that came from my throat was broken, yet I felt anything but.
“You may be the one on your knees right now”—his jawline tightened as he glanced between us—“but I promise, you’re the one with all the power.”
“I know.” I moved my hand toward his tip, guiding my thumb along the thick ridge.
His hips bucked forward as he muttered a curse.
“And you’re gonna watch me use that power.
” I leaned in and licked the precum building beneath the ring.
His praise was instant—a whimpered version of my nickname that sounded like sin as I continued licking down to the base.
Grant’s thumb stroked my jaw like a silent plea to take him all the way in.
I continued licking and tasting and kissing his cock, loving the way he reacted to every sensation.
Loving the feel of him above me, watching me do whatever I pleased.
Grant was right, I was the one in power, but I didn’t know how that would feel until I saw the way his muscles twitched, his own body begging for him to use that primal urge and take what he wanted.
To act on the strength I knew he had more of, undeniably, to assert dominance.
Instead, he was giving all of that to me.
“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” he gasped as I swirled my tongue around the loop once more.
“You want more?”
“Fuuuck, please, yes.” I stroked his length and blinked up at him with parted lips. “I’ll do anythin’ to have you wrap those pretty lips around my cock, darlin’. Fuckin’ anything. You’re makin’ me so goddamn crazy right now.”
The last time we did this, it was near traumatizing. Now, it felt like free falling. His head tossed back as I took him in, sliding him slowly toward the back of my throat.
“Oh fuuuck, Peach. Goddamn.” My lips tried to curl into a smile, but my mouth was already stretched too far.
I kept my hand wrapped around his girth and stroked from the base, using my mouth and teeth and tongue along the top few inches I could take before gagging.
Still, I tested my own limits with each movement, taking him deeper each time.
His cock grew harder in my mouth, the salty taste rubbing on my tongue building more pressure in my core until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I continued working his cock with one hand while the other slipped between my legs.
Grant groaned, a fire igniting in his eyes as he watched the moment my fingers started to relieve the growing pressure.
I circled my clit with two fingers, moaning before sliding them inside and pumping myself to the same rhythm my head was moving.
Grant’s cock swelled more, the veins over his abdomen looking ready to bulge out of his skin.
Every time I moaned, his muscles twitched, his body begging to lead him to the end.
But I wasn’t done yet. I slowly moved my head back, dragging my teeth gently along his swollen head as I pulled my fingers from my pussy and stood.