Chapter 44
Gracie Mae
Oak and I have been subtly fore-playing one another ever since he laid down his challenge.
But now, with it just being the two of us, we no longer have to hold back. All those innocent touches and subtle foreplays have left the both of us craving for more. And now the both of us don't have to fight fair.
Now the real challenge begins.
Oak stares me down hungrily as he leans against the door frame to his bedroom. His impressive arms that show his veins due to his muscle are crossed over his chest.
I have always been a sucker for Oak's arms. I swear arm porn is a thing and my man has it down to a fucking science.
My eyes continue their perusal of his magnificent body. As they do the air only charges between us and the hunger only intensifies.
Oak raises a brow, his voice gruff, "Are you going to continue eye-fucking me or are you going to get that pretty little ass over here and do something about it?"
I bite down on my lower lip before a coy smile adorns my face. "I don't know," I take a small step forward and his eyes flare, "are you going to beg me for it?"
A dark chuckle fills the space between us. "Baby, I'm not going to be the one begging," he says so confidently that I just want to make him eat his words.
However, his cockiness has desire shooting straight to my pussy. I can feel the dampness of my thong.
I lick my lips and his eyes watch the motion. "Big guy, the only person who is going to be begging is you."
Uncrossing his arms he shuts the door behind him with a back kick. He then locks the door before he prowls towards me. My breath quickens, the sexual tension in the room thick.
He stops just before he can press the front of his body to mine. And I find myself slightly disappointed that he didn't pull our bodies flush to one another's. Because he notices everything about me he catches my slight disappointment.
"You think you're cute, don't you?" God, why does his voice have to be so sexy. It's an aphrodisiac of its own.
I take a deep breath, which is the wrong thing to do because I get a whiff of his masculine scent.
Fuck me.
He smirks down at me. "All you have to do is beg," he answers. Shit, I must have said that out loud.
Rolling back my shoulders I take a healthy step away from him all the while keeping a coy smile on my face. He goes to close the distance but I put my hand out, landing on his chest.
I shake my head at him and surprisingly he listens as I take another step backwards and he remains where he stands.
"You see, big guy, I don't think you understand," I say in a sultry tone.
Keeping my eyes on his I work the button at the top of my blouse.
And when it pops free I slowly begin to work on the next button down.
His eyes stay trained on my fingers. Patiently, yet eagerly awaiting what I'll reveal underneath.
With the next button I undo it exposes just a peak of my cleavage.
He inhales sharply. "I don't intend on losing.
" I slowly undo the rest of my buttons and let my blouse fall behind me.
My black lacy push up bra makes my breasts look ever bigger.
And by the way his tongue peeks out I can tell he likes what he sees.
Turning around I continue my strip tease by shimming out of my dress pants. I sway my hips from side to side in an overly sexual way. And when my thong clod ass hits the air I hear the low groan from him that makes me feel fucking triumphant and high at the same time.
Once my dress pants are down at my feet I kick them away. I glide my hand over my ass before snaking it up my back to reach the clasp of my bra. Looking over my shoulder I bite down on my lower lip.
His pupils are blown with desire, swallowing those icy blue eyes whole. His adam's apple bobs up and down from thick swallows. Muscles strain as he fights to keep his composure.
As I turn around, facing him in nothing but my bra and thong and high heels, I've never felt more powerful and brazen in my entire life.
With confidence that wouldn't be able to fit through his doors I strut over to him. Standing in front of him I do a once over and am beyond pleased to see the large bulge straining against his zipper.
Meeting his eyes I boldly cup his erection. He hisses through clenched teeth.
"I'm suddenly ravenous."
His eyes flare as I drop down to my knees. I'm at direct eye level with his crotch. I undo his button and with my teeth I undo his zipper.
"Holy fuck," I hear him mutter under his breath.
It's my turn to chuckle as I take off his jeans and briefs in one go.
His cock springs free and lands against his stomach. There's a pearl of pre-cum at the tip. With the flat of my tongue I taste his cock from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip, collecting the pearl of pre-cum.
"Fucking, fuck," he curses in half agony, half pleasure.
Tantalizing him I take only the head of his cock in my mouth.
Peering up at him through my lashes I catch his eyes roll to the back of his head. And when his hand tangles in my hair and fists it I can't help but feel the thrill of having him exactly where I want him.
I take him in my mouth deeper, and as I do I allow my teeth to gently scrape along his shaft. It's the mixture of pain and pleasure that he craves. And I'm going to have him begging for release.
Cupping his balls in one hand I massage them as I give him the epitome of blowjobs. I suck on him hard and when I can't fit all of him in my mouth I pump him with my hand.
I can feel his balls tighten and I know he's close to coming. And that's when I pop his cock out of my mouth and tighten my hold on the base of his shaft.
I keep my hold on his cock as I rise from my knees, shaky I might add, before I stand before him with the sultriest eyes and confident smirk.
Panting, he stares down at me incredulously. To get my point across, I begin to slowly stroke him. "All I need is a please and I'll finish the job," I say sweetly.
He groans, eyes hot on my hand. I swirl my thumb around his tip, which has leaked more of his arousal, and slowly continue my strokes.
"What a cocktease you are," he grunts.
"No need for me to be such a tease when all you have to do is say a simple word." I'm goading him. And I know it will only lead me to trouble but I can't help it. With him I never can.
His eyes flash to mine and in them I see the new set of determination. And with that hungry and powerful look I know I'm fucked.
He wraps his hand around my wrist to stop my movements before releasing my grip. "Baby, you have no idea what you've just done." The huskiness in his voice causes my core to clench with need.
Before I can even blink he has me thrown down on the bed.
I let out a breathless giggle but that comes to an end when he removes the rest of his clothing.
Then he prowls over me. His arms support his weight, allowing his body to barely touch mine.
A tease in its own that's already driving me mad.
I go to arch my back to close the distance but he stops me by pushing me down with a hand on the center of my chest.
I stare up at him defiantly while he stares down at me with full control.
His eyes do a hot perusal of my body. I feel my skin ignite with his heady gaze. And when the tips of his fingers brush along my skin it's like he's set the match to strike the flame.
"All the things I'm going to do to you," he promises in a low tone that has my breath catch.
His fingers come to the strap of my thong along my hipbone.
"All the ways I'm going to make you writhing with need.
" Sitting back on his knees he removes my thong and throws it to the side.
I lift my foot for him to remove my heeled shoe but he shakes his head. "These stay on," he tells me.
Fucking fuck. I'm losing before he's even set out to do what he's promised.
Transfixed by him I don't move as he gets off the bed. And watching him strut across the room naked is a pleasure I'm not going to deny myself.
"Just how far are you willing to take this, Grace?" He asks over his shoulder.
Curious to what he's up to I raise myself up on the bed, propping myself on my forearms. "However far it takes until I win."
He chuckles darkly. It sends electrical shocks through my body. "You should really be careful with your words."
Now I'm really curious.
When he walks back with a simple black bandanna in his hand my brows pull together.
"That's it?"
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," he says vaguely.
I know curiosity killed the cat, but cat be damned, I'm the most curious and sexually aroused I have ever been.
He must see it because he takes the bandanna and uses it as a blindfold as he secures it at the back of my head.
His fingers come to touch my shoulder and I gasp at the sudden touch. He laughs, amused by the whole ordeal.
Fuck, being blindfolded is a whole new experience. With not knowing what he's going to do next the anticipation has only heightened. And so has everything else. Every whisper of touch feels like an electrical shock.
My bra comes undone next and the cool air against my hardened nipples is more of an intense feeling than I would've thought.
I'm awaiting his touch next. My breasts are heaving, practically begging him for his touch. But the sound of his footsteps walking away leaves me shocked.
I tilt my head, hoping my ears don't fail me to pick up on clues.
What feels like an eternity is only under two minutes when he returns. And I hear multiple items being set down on the nightstand.
"Oak, what do you have over there?"
I feel the bed indent as he sits down next to my laid out body. "A little of this, a little of that," he responds with no answer at all.
"That's not an answer," I huff out.
"You trust me, don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Then what I have is of no concern."
"Easy for you to say, big guy. You're not the one with a blindfold on," I sass back.