Chapter 14 #2
Sierra blushed, but couldn’t deny she loved that he didn’t want to let go of her for even a second. She leaned over and grabbed the door handle, amazed that even as she moved against him, Grover’s fingers didn’t cease their heart-stopping caress of her breast.
He walked into the house and turned back to the door. “Close and lock it.”
Grover was being his usual bossy self, but because he was making her feel so amazing, Sierra didn’t call him on it. She liked that he was still thinking about their safety.
The second she turned the dead bolt, he straightened and headed for the stairs. As he walked, he shoved his hand beneath the bottom of her bra and engulfed her entire breast in his large, calloused hand. Sierra moaned again.
Grover strode into his room and went straight to the bed.
He didn’t let go of her, just bent over, holding her against him until he had her right where he wanted.
Sierra felt her back hit the mattress a second before Grover’s head dipped.
His hand plumped her breast and he took her nipple into his mouth through her shirt.
“Oh shit, Grover!”
He didn’t respond as he ate at her breast as if he were a man starved. Sierra squirmed under him. She needed more.
Tugging at his hair, she managed to get him to lift his head. She wanted this man. More than she could put into words. But she was also nervous about him seeing her without her clothes on. It was a vain thought, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m not very big,” she apologized.
His pupils were dilated and it seemed to take a second for her words to sink in. His hand tightened on her aroused flesh under her shirt. “You’re perfect.”
Sierra snorted.
“You don’t believe me?” he asked a little harshly.
“Women don’t spend millions of dollars on breast implants to impress other women,” she said.
“Men like boobs,” Grover said matter-of-factly.
“It doesn’t matter if they’re big, small, jiggly, firm, or anything in between.
I don’t know why we’re so obsessed with them, but we are.
What matters is the woman they’re attached to.
And when we care about that woman, we’ll swear that whatever her size is, it’s perfect.
You, Sierra, have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.
Any bigger and you’d be top heavy. Besides…
I like how sensitive you are.” He pinched her nipple once more, and Sierra couldn’t help but gasp at the erotic pain coursing through her body.
“See?” he said with a smirk.
Sierra swallowed hard. It was obvious by the erection pushing against her thigh that Grover was aroused. She needed to stop thinking about what she considered her flaws and just go after what she wanted. And what she wanted was this man. Deep inside her, making her feel complete.
In response, Sierra moved her hands between them and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt.
Squirming, she managed to get it up and over her head.
Grover wasn’t much help, not with the firm hold he had on her breast. When she threw her shirt to the side, she arched her back and reached under her to undo the clasp of her bra.
With that done, she lay back and looked up at Grover.
She was breathing hard and still a little embarrassed, but determined to be an adult about this.
Grover slowly drew her bra away, then stared at her for a long moment. He licked his lips and lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue to her nipple made Sierra jerk with sensation overload. He didn’t tease her either. There were no sensual licks. No, Grover latched onto her nipple and sucked. Hard.
She made an unintelligible sound in the back of her throat and grabbed his arm with one hand, the blanket beneath her with the other. All she could do was hold on as Grover did his best to drive her out of her mind.
After a minute of sweet torture, he lifted his head, his lips making a popping sound as they let go of her nipple.
He ran a finger over the hard flesh, now sticking straight up.
Even that felt amazing. Small currents seemed to flash down her body, straight to her pussy.
She was soaking wet and so damn aroused.
“I love these,” Grover said, his voice a full octave deeper.
“Clothes off,” Sierra ordered almost breathlessly. She needed to touch him. Needed to feel him on top of her.
To his credit, Grover didn’t stop to ask her if she was sure. He didn’t even hesitate. He reached for the fastening of her pants.
Sierra brushed his hands away. “Your clothes off,” she clarified.
In response, Grover smirked down at her. “Only if yours come off too.”
“Race ya,” she said with a grin.
After spending two weeks solid with him, she learned that Grover was more competitive than anyone she’d ever met. She wasn’t ashamed of using that against him. In two seconds, he’d ripped his shirt off and was reaching for the button of his jeans.
The only reason Sierra won the competition for who could get naked fastest was because Grover had to step off the bed to remove his pants and boxer briefs. She was able to simply shove hers down her legs and kick them off, her shirt and bra already off.
Grover hesitated at the side of the bed. His cock was long and thick, and she could see a bead of precome at the tip. As she stared at him, he stroked himself, twisting his wrist when he got to the head. Sierra couldn’t help but lick her lips.
Without a word, Grover turned. With his free hand, he wrenched open a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. He pulled out a box of condoms and struggled to open it with one hand. Sierra could’ve offered to help, but she was too busy ogling him.
There was no doubt about it, Grover was a beautiful man.
He might not like that adjective, but there really was no other word to describe him.
He had muscles everywhere, and when he moved, they rippled under his skin.
His belly was flat and it looked to her as if he trimmed his pubic hair, which made her smile.
“What are you smiling about, woman?” he growled as he finally got the box open and pulled out a condom.
“You,” she said simply. One hand moved down her body and she lightly stroked herself.
Grover’s eyes locked between her legs as he climbed back onto the bed. He straddled her legs, and Sierra jerked when his cock brushed against her bare skin, leaving a smear of precome behind.
Her fingers moved faster on her clit and she spread her legs as far as she could, which wasn’t far at all, since his knees were on either side of her thighs.
As she played with herself, Grover rolled the condom down his length.
Sierra was glad he was prepared. She knew they’d need to have a talk about birth control and their sexual health, especially since she’d been in captivity for so long, but for now, she just needed him. The talk could wait.
She loved how Grover couldn’t take his eyes from between her legs.
She’d never felt sexier. Never felt as if a man was going to die if he didn’t get inside her.
But that’s what the look on Grover’s face was communicating.
He bit his lip and his chest heaved. He took hold of his cock and squeezed the base, as if he was seconds away from coming, even before getting inside her.
Reaching out, Grover ran a finger between her pussy lips. She moved her hand but he shook his head. “No, keep touching yourself,” he ordered.
Eagerly, Sierra brought her fingers back to her clit. The worst thing in the world was being turned way the hell on, but having a man who was more concerned about getting himself off than making sure she had an orgasm as well. She was glad to know that wasn’t going to be an issue with Grover.
“I’m big,” he said unnecessarily. “I don’t want to hurt you. Make yourself come, make yourself nice and wet for me, Sierra. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Damn, his words were bossy as hell, but such a turn-on. Sierra flicked her clit faster. Grover gently pushed a finger inside her body as she touched herself, and she tightened her inner muscles around him.
“Damn,” Grover said on an exhale.
Sierra grinned.
Her smile faded as he added a second finger and began to slowly thrust in and out of her soaking-wet body.
Then she couldn’t think about anything other than chasing the orgasm that was quickly rising within her.
She’d masturbated for the first time after being rescued when she’d returned from New Mexico.
She’d lain in her bed at her parents’ house and fantasized about Grover.
She came with visions of him bracing himself over her, smiling down at her tenderly.
But damn if the reality wasn’t so much better than her fantasizes. She felt herself getting closer to the edge and moved her fingers even faster over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“So damn beautiful,” Grover rasped.
Sierra tried to widen her legs once more, but moaned in frustration when she couldn’t.
She felt Grover moving, and the next thing she knew, she was spread eagle.
He’d moved between her legs and widened his stance, shoving her thighs wide.
She couldn’t stop herself from thrusting up against his fingers, which were still lazily pumping in and out of her.
“More,” she begged.
“Come for me,” he said.
Sierra reached up and gripped his biceps with her free hand as she frantically strummed her clit. Her stomach tightened and her thighs shook when she finally went over the edge.
The second Grover realized she was coming, he removed his fingers from inside her and she felt his cock replace them. He pushed inside her even as she thrust against him, lost in the throes of the monster orgasm that had taken over her body.
She vaguely felt an uncomfortable pinch as she adjusted to Grover’s size and girth as he thrust inside. Then he pushed her hand aside and used his thumb to roughly flick her clit.