Chapter 16 Joining the Show #3
Nothing had ever looked as hot as Grant Black kneeling over me, his hand gripping me hard enough to make the veins stand out along his forearm in enticing ridges that begged for my tongue to trace, and his chest heaving from the blatant desire backlighting his brown eyes peering out from beneath the half-face mask.
His pants were loose and halfway down his thighs, along with his boxers.
I tried my hardest to keep my eyes from wandering down to his dick.
Because I knew as soon as I did, I was going to jump him like a hungry dog with a bone.
His head slowly rose to the large screen set next to the computer that displayed the chat box. I had enlarged the text enough to be able to read it from where we lay on the bed. “Hmmm,” a thoughtful rumble purred from him. “Chat says you should choke on my cock. Think you can take all of it?”
Pingpingpingping! Oh, he was good at pandering to the audience. I may have to give him a cut of the profits if he keeps this act up.
“I wouldn’t be choking on something like that,” I scoffed. I was also a big fat liar. That dick was one-hundred percent going to choke me. The thing was girthy and angry-looking, pulsing like it had its own damn heartbeat. “Hurry up, before I get bored.”
Putting on a show of airs, I lifted both arms and tucked my hands behind my head like I was just relaxing on a bed and not getting nearly choked by the hottest man I’d ever been with.
Grant chuckled once and grabbed onto the side of his pants with his free hand.
How he managed to get out of them without looking clumsy was a feat on its own, and then he had me pinned between his thighs, now completely bared and warm against my sensitive skin.
“Keep your hands there.” The command was a snarl. Grant rose up higher on his knees and pressed them into my armpits to keep my arms raised. “Move, and I’ll light your ass up.”
“Oooh,” I mocked. “That sounds much better than–”
I couldn’t finish my tease, because Grant moved his hand from my throat to twist his fingers into my hair and thrust his massive cock into my mouth.
The rest of my words were garbled against the smooth, hot skin sliding along my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “I should have known you wouldn’t have a gag reflex, you slut. ”
Oh… oh God. If he was going to keep up with this dirty talk, I wouldn’t last much longer.
Any other time of day Grant would be swallowing his teeth after speaking like that, but seeing him be completely unhinged compared to his tight-laced persona was really doing something for me.
A light tap on my ass brought me back to the present.
The corners of my mouth pulled in the best attempt of a smile, and while holding his burning stare I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked hard on the next pull.
“Shit, that’s it.” The moan that left his throat was downright sinful.
Grant’s head fell back on his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing from a hard swallow as he kept the steady thrusts in and out of my mouth.
Looking up at him from this angle was going to short-circuit my brain.
“Hey, you don’t get to space out yet.” His hand connected in the same spot harder this time, just enough to jolt me and slide down until my lips pressed against the warm skin of his pelvis.
One hand shifted unconsciously like I was going to reach for him, and of course, he noticed the small movement.
“Let’s run a poll, mods,” Grant spoke over his shoulder. “Can we let her hands loose?”
This motherfucker. My eyes narrowed on his and I grazed my sharp teeth along his cock in a subtle warning.
Instead of pulling out like I hoped, a wild grin bared more of his own fangs and Grant leaned down further, running both hands up the underside of my biceps still covered by the black mesh sleeves.
When he hit my wrists on either side of my head he pressed down hard and brought his face close to mine.
At this angle his dick was out of reach of my mouth, so I could finally use it to talk back.
“You better put your feckin’ money where your mouth is,” I snarled. “I’m just letting you hold me down.”
“Oh, I have every intention of putting my mouth wherever I can get it.”
Grant shifted back so his dick pressed against the crease of my breasts pushed together with a hot-pink lacy bra.
Smirking, he risked letting go of one wrist long enough to flick the clasp open and let them spill out of the lace before holding me down again.
I had put it on over the bolero for easy access; nothing was quite as much of a mood killer as a wardrobe malfunction on livestream.
And there was no way in hell I was showing my scars on camera.
“Mmmm, your tits may be one of my favorite parts of your body,” he admitted darkly.
“Second only to your mouth.” His lips pressed to mine in a chaste kiss just fast enough to keep me from biting them.
I snarled and thrashed beneath his thighs, and he rocked back with the motion like I was a damn bull-riding machine.
That monstrous cock rubbed between my breasts, still a little slick from my spit, and thrust into them as the cam session chat went wild again.
The telltale trill of a timer had Grant rocking his head to the right to read what I assume were the results of the poll my traitor moderators set. Of all the times they actually step in, they chose now. Fucking traitors.
The nonchalance with which he took over my whole fucking cam session had me burning with a mix of indignant rage and lust that I couldn’t separate from each other.
“What’s the verdict, puppy?” I tried to wrestle a modicum of control back.
The way I spat his nickname had his head lolling back to face me, still tilted in that lazy way that had my mouth twisting with a confusing mix of lust and annoyance.
“You better hope they said hands off, or I’m clawing your ass up–”
With a shameful lack of effort, Grant rose up and reached for a shoulder to flip me onto my stomach.
Before I could get my bearings, he wrenched both wrists down to the small of my back and held them with one long-fingered hand.
The hot blast of his breath against my right ear was the only warning I got as he licked the outer shell with a long swipe.
“Hands off. Apparently your viewers think you’re bad enough to warrant getting trussed up. ”
The words didn’t make sense to my pleasure-addled brain.
It wasn’t until the cool feel of leather brushing the inside of my forearm that I shook myself into a response.
The son of a bitch was using his belt to tie me up!
I tried to keep the shock from my voice when I said, “Yeah, they’re a bunch of filthy bastards.
” I wasn’t lying. But I also made a shit ton of money off their depravity, so it was a win-win.
Grant shifted on the bed, then there was the distinct sound of a wrapper ripping open.
It fluttered to the bed by my head and I got hot all over again thinking about how he had to rip the condom open with his goddamn teeth.
I was so sad I missed that in real time.
I’m definitely getting off to this session when I play it back later.
This was easily the hottest stream in my life.
Lost in my daydreaming, a jolt of shock made me jump a little with the cool, slick press of his dick against my cunt.
I must have been really out of it to miss him lubing up one-handed, but I appreciated the forethought now with how massive he was.
No matter how prepped I was, this was gonna hurt.
And I was so ready for it.
That first thrust, pushing the head of Grant’s cock into me, had us both moaning, with his ending in a low murr sound of a fox’s purr as I immediately clenched around him.
Even with the recording mics, I doubted it was loud enough to be picked up on the stream.
It was a sound he made just for me. My hands, still caught behind my back just above my ass, flexed and gripped at air as I arched my back at the fullness he gave me.
He didn’t even bother to take my underwear off and just moved it to the side far enough to fuck me.
The feel of that lacy fabric brushing along my skin with every thrust was a filthy reminder he couldn’t bother to take them off beforehand.
“Jesus,” I groaned as he just kept sliding in.
He rolled his hips in a delicious wave. “Nope, just your puppy.” Hearing him use my pet name cranked everything up to eleven, and the overwhelming feelings of lust and pleasure and satisfaction brought tears to my eyes.
I rubbed my face just hard enough into the pillow without knocking the mask off in an attempt to wipe them away before Grant or the chat noticed.
Like hell was I gonna be caught on camera crying over a dick. Even if it was an amazing dick.
The press of his pelvis against my ass had me choking on air.
“Fuuuck,” he drew out in that low, rumbling growl.
“You squeeze me so tight. You like it when I hit here?” Grant pulled back and did that rolling thrust again, making my eyes roll back so hard I thought for a second they’d be stuck like that.
But instead of nestling deep like before, he started a slow, mind-numbing rhythm rocking in and out.
It was a bit scary how accurate he was in hitting my G-spot every damn time.