Chapter 16 Joining the Show #4
Grant nipped the shell of my ear again and wrapped his free arm around to palm one bare tit in a bruising grip.
He pulled me up with him, my back pressed tight to his slick chest, so we were on our knees.
The changed angle had me crying out with every plunge until his hand crept from my chest to shove two fingers into my mouth.
I sucked them mindlessly as my head rolled back to rest on his right shoulder and turned just far enough to show the camera.
The couple being shown in the feedback window was almost unrecognizable to me.
Grant’s muscles flexed hard with every powerful thrust, a slight sheen making the light catch like they were glazed, and my head shifted against his shoulder while my red-tinted lips sucked two thick fingers.
Even the lacy half-mask couldn’t hide the blissed-out look on my face.
Grant noticed I was drifting a little too far away. His fingers slid from my mouth and trailed down to wrap around the front of my throat to hold my head still. “Too much?” he asked in a low voice, too quiet to pick up on the feed.
The fire eating me alive from the inside flared even hotter, and I watched in the stream feedback as a feral smile pulled my lips apart.
One hand twisted to dig my fingertips into his flexing abs.
He didn’t even flinch as my sharpened claws dug into the skin hard enough to send little rivulets of blood running down and slicken the skin rubbing against my lower back.
If anything, he tightened his grip on my neck and thrust even harder.
“Not enough, puppy,” I snarled, digging my claws in deeper.
A warm blast of air brushed some loose strands of hair to tickle the sensitive shell of my ear. “Understood.”
His hand around the front of my throat disappeared, and I was already mourning its loss with a breathless whine.
He didn’t make me wait long without it though.
Grant gripped around my waist and pulled himself out of me inch by inch, slow enough for me to feel every bit of his dick rubbing against my inner walls.
I clenched on instinct, making him moan low as he pressed his lips just behind my ear. It could have been a kiss.
Once he was free, I was flipped over in the next breath.
My hands dug into the small of my back, still bound by his belt.
Grant’s hands lifted my hips up from the bed and drove back into me hard enough to take my breath.
With how deeply he thrusted at this angle, I was going to have either the most violent orgasm to date or black out entirely.
“You take my dick so well, baby,” he praised, eyes glued to where he was disappearing into my pussy.
“Fuck, you were made for me, weren’t you? ”
I didn’t want to think about how right Grant could be. If we were in fact mates, we were literally made for each other. I wasn’t going to bow first, though. My hips bucked into his next thrust, hitting a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh fuck, yes, right there!”
At least he was good at taking directions.
With a small shift and a slight tilt of my hips, Grant was hitting that same spot with scary accuracy.
I wanted to touch him so badly, to the point it was making my skin feel too tight.
“Untie my hands,” I ordered between clenched teeth.
When he didn’t even slow down I said again, “Hey, let me feckin' go!”
He stopped immediately. There wasn’t a second of reluctance.
Grant just yanked his dick out and froze, those dark eyes staring down at my face as his chest heaved.
“Safe word?” His voice sounded like he chewed on gravel and gargled.
I could feel him practically vibrating with tension, hands flexing slightly on my hips and loosening like he was trying to hold himself back. The control was admirable.
“You stop, and I will literally rip your cock off and make a taxidermy dildo,” I threatened. I strained as much as I could all trussed up. “Hurry up or I swear to God I’ll gnaw my own feckin’ arms off!”
He blinked once, like he was stunned by the violence in my voice, before throwing his head back and laughing.
Fucking laughing! The sound shook something loose in my chest. Something that clattered around behind my ribs and burst open to release a flock of fluttering emotions I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Almost like… giddiness? Awe? Whatever it was had me smiling against my will and squirming in his tight grip again.
“Yeah, laugh it up, asshole! I promise you’ll regret it later.
And I’m gonna post proof of my revenge in the chat room so they can join in rubbing it in! ”
Finally pulling himself together, Grant bent low and wrapped his arms all the way around my body.
Our fronts were pressed so close together I could feel the contented murr rumbling his chest. Grant nudged my cheek aside and nipped my earlobe, sending another wave of shivers down my spine.
“I think I’ll look forward to your brand of revenge.
” The admission wasn’t loud enough to pick up on the camera, but judging from the non-stop ringing of tips coming in they didn’t seem to mind being left out of this private conversation.
His hands slid lower on my back and hooked on the belt wrapped around my wrists. This time when he spoke it was louder, obviously meant for the chat. “Don’t let me down, Vixen. I want the wildest ride of my fucking life tonight.”
I snapped my teeth at him and ripped my hands out as soon as the belt was loosened.
“Do something else with your mouth besides running it, puppy.” With a deft flip and resounding oof that wheezed from Grant’s lungs, I tossed him onto his back, me facing the camera head-on with him pinned between my thighs.
My hands pressed against his heaving chest before sliding down the bumps of his ribcage.
He wasn’t very muscular, but lean and defined in a way that made my mouth water.
I just wanted to lick every inch of him and see what sounds I could get from Grant’s tight lips.
His dick slotted so nicely between my legs, where I needed him most, but he deserved to be teased a little.
“Now who’s on top?” I cooed. The claw marks marring his stomach leaked tiny, bloody rivulets down either side of his waist, and I couldn't resist running my fingers through them to wet even more of his skin.
His thighs pressed against my back when he bent his legs, like he was trying to trap me on his lap.
Grant’s hands wrapped just below my ribs, thumbs rubbing tantalizing swipes up and down my waist slow enough to drive me wild.
The most devious smirk curled his full lips even as he looked up at me from where he lay. “Does it matter who’s on top?”
I didn’t get a chance to retort. With impressive strength and a thrust of his hips, Grant pulled me back down onto his dick like he was trying to split me in half.
A stretch at my opening sparked a stab of pain, just for a second, before sliding through and seating himself entirely, with a wave of heady pleasure.
This asshole shoved me right onto the growing knot at the base!
My head rolled back and my mouth opened on a satisfied scream.
Thank God I was the only one on this floor, or someone would assume I was being murdered.
There was no way I was coming out of this unscathed.
“Damn,” Grant grunted on another brutal thrust. “You feel amazing like this. Ugh, fuck yes!” He shifted his grip so one palm pushed against my lower stomach and the other slid further onto my back.
The feeling was incredible, making my muscles clench hard, and a broken sob escaped my chest. In that very moment, I chose to look down at his masked face, and the expression there was what pushed me over the edge into an orgasm unlike anything I'd ever felt. Even with half his face covered, the awe and hunger burning in those dark eyes couldn’t be hidden.
I could feel myself stretching around his knot, the resistance brief, until Grant bucked his hips again and locked us together.
Our moans echoed each other, and I trembled from the overwhelming sensation of him pushing from the outside while rolling his hips to rub deep inside my channel.
I could feel myself drooping, head lolling loosely on my neck, as the hand on my back moved somewhere to my left.
My brain barely registered him holding the remote to control my camera until he lifted it to point at the tripod.
“That’s all for now, chat,” he rumbled in the low voice of a man who was deeply satisfied.
Eyes never leaving mine, Grant lifted the small remote to the camera and pushed the button to shut the stream off.
The constant dinging of tips coming in cut off with an abrupt swiftness.
Our wild panting filled the void as we tried to compose ourselves.
My arms finally gave out, and I slumped down onto Grant.
His chest vibrated with that murring sound that made me melt and turn loose-limbed.
“That was a dick move, turning the stream off,” I muttered.
“Feckin' sneaky of you to steal the remote.”
He laughed. It was a warm sound that seeped into the cracks of the wall I tried to keep between us.
I’d had sex without attachments more times than I could count, careless fucks that I tossed out on their asses before sunlight leaked through the window.
Why I couldn’t muster the motivation to do the same to him eluded me.
I never cuddled. But here I was, draped over his cooling body with his arms wrapped around me, his lips pressed to my temple as he breathed deeply through his nose.
“Lore,” Grant murmured. The crook of his finger pressed under my chin to lift my face to his. He may have me held hostage, but my eyes shifted to the side in a desperate attempt to avoid the soft gaze I knew he watched me with.
This was too far outside my comfort zone.
Grant and I were still stuck together, for crying out loud!
I wanted to squirm away, but even the slightest shift set off all sorts of sparkling, pleasant feelings in my pelvis that had no business being there.
Seriously, fuck this guy for being such a good lay.
“Don’t feckin’ look at me like that,” my voice was petulant.
I didn’t need to look to know he was smiling like the damn Cheshire cat.
“It was just awesome sex, don’t ruin it by talking. ”
“You know it wasn’t just sex, Lore.”
Yeah, I did know. Male fox shifters only developed knots for their mates.
Fucking bullshit biology, in my opinion.
That didn’t mean I wanted to hear it from his punk ass mouth.
Even though the evidence literally wedged itself up my channel and prevented me from escaping the truth.
I sure as hell wasn’t giving Grant the satisfaction of saying he was right.
“I should have feckin’ known better than to let you crawl into my bed,” I grumbled like the pouting child I was, despite the fact that I was the happiest I’d ever been in my whole miserable life right now.
My arms wound themselves around Grant’s neck, and I snuggled deeper into his solid body.
Ever since I dove off that cliff, I vowed I would never rely on someone else to make me happy.
But lying here with him, basking in the afterglow, something like happiness niggled its way into the cracks in the wall I built around the girl still hiding deep inside me.
The one who still believed in unconditional love and loyalty outside of blood.
That part of me hoped Grant would live up to the lofty expectations I set for him.