Chapter Twenty-Seven
Parker
Online shopping has got to be one of the best things ever. Instant dopamine hit and delivery within twenty-four hours…bangin’.
Speaking of bangin’, Grinder should be back from hospital in the next few minutes and my vagina is buzzing for attention. Literally…the blue vibrating balls that arrived with this door sex swing are firmly inside me as I wait for my man.
Checking the time once more, I huff in frustration.
Thankfully, the heating is on because this old building gets chilly and I’m wearing nothing but a pair of sparkling nipple tassels, some blue balls, and a knee brace.
The blue balls are a symbol to the fact that it feels like fucking weeks since I had an orgasm, when in actual fact, it’s only been a few days.
To keep the weight off of my strapped knee, I’m being held up by my spread thighs through two of the loops, my arse on the largest part.
My back is against the bathroom door because I know, without a doubt, if I had hung this thing up on the main door of his bedroom, I would’ve promptly fallen with a thud the moment he opened it.
Maybe a picture will make him hurry…
I lean over to grab my phone and snap a picture of my middle finger over my clit. Aaand send…
Grinder: Stay.
Next comes a GIF of that cartoon wolf with his eyes popping out and “Awooga” written across the bottom. Then a salivating Homer Simpson, and they keep coming for the next five minutes until I hear shouts coming from outside the bedroom.
“Move! My kitty’s dying of thirst.”
The door slams open and a shirtless Grinder growls like a hungry lion as his eyes take me in.
“Mmm. That’s new.”
“Multiple uses, too.” I raise my brows and smirk, lifting my arms to grip the straps to maneuver myself upward.
“And we are going to make very fucking good use of it, but first…” His loose grey sweats fall to the floor quicker than I can blink, his thick cock standing strong. The sight makes me lick my lips as he prowls forward, focused on my core.
With a sharp tug, he pulls on the straps to raise me even higher, so that he barely has to bend before sliding that glorious tongue over my slit. Pleasure rolls through every inch of my body when his fingers join the party, and he soaks them in a mixture of my wetness and his spit.
“Fuck!” I groan out as his tongue does masterful things to my clit.
“Needy.” He chuckles and the light vibration adds to the blue balls that he’s now gently tugging on. “You can keep these in. I’m taking your ass.”
“Lube’s on the bed.” I grin when he looks up through his lashes and sucks, hard, on my clit before flicking his tongue. “When your arse is better, I’ll repay the favor.” I wink, fireworks going off in every nerve ending as he goes to fucking town on my pussy.
He devours me, laps me up, eats me out like a man starved, and I revel in every second.
My hands thread through his hair, holding him in place as my first orgasm heats up my insides before exploding.
“Yes!” I scream out as he continues to taste every inch of what I’m offering before I yank his head back. My breathing is heavy, my heart pounding as I look him in the eyes. “Fuck me. Now.”
The slow grin that spreads across his lips is feral, and I fucking love it.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh yeah, you can say that more often.” I moan and readjust the swing to lower my body so my cunt is level with his cock. I keep my legs raised higher than my arse to give him the perfect angle.
Eyeing the selection of lube I also had delivered, he rubs his hands together slowly, like he’s making a difficult decision or coming up with a masterful plan. I hope it’s the latter.
“Blueberry-mint.” He picks up one of the bottles and squirts a bunch in his hand, then he strokes his shaft, coating it in the liquid as he stalks toward me again.
“As fun as these look, and you’ll have to give me a show later, they have to go.
” Ripping off the nipple tassels, he practically snarls once my nipples are bared.
Me, on the other hand, I hiss from the pain because those beauties were stuck on real good…but also, fuck yes! I allow a low hum to escape as I tremble in anticipation of his next touch.
“That’s better.” He leans down, grasping one of my tits in his hand before sucking my nipple hard, using that delectable tongue of his once more to drive me crazy.
I barely realize he’s squeezing lube over my arse cheeks until he’s rubbing it in with his other hand. Multi-tasking sex wizard, that’s what he is.
Slick fingers push inside my arse as he uses his thumb to push against my clit and I practically mewl in delight. That, combined with the way he’s still giving my nipples attention…I’m surprised I’m not currently a puddle on the floor.
Standing straighter, he brings his lips up to mine and we kiss like rabid beasts, each of us fighting for control and neither of us actually getting it.
He stretches me out by adding another finger, and I’m a little sad when his nipple-playing hand moves down, but the loss is quickly relieved when he starts tugging on the looped string attached to the blue balls.
One of them pops out and he pushes it against my clit, rolling it around. The low vibrations are easily going to make me come again before he’s even got his dick wet.
Our mouths stay connected as I feel the tip of his cock sliding up and down my arse crack and over my pussy. Even that feels fucking fantastic.
I suddenly feel empty when he removes his fingers, but they’re quickly replaced by a very fucking hard cock, pushing slowly into my arse. The fullness is almost overwhelming as I try to breathe through it. I mean, it isn’t my first time, but Grinder’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever seen. Lucky me!
We continue to kiss as he wraps one hand in my hair, tugging my head backward so he can bite and suck on my jaw…my neck…
If I die now, I’ll be a happy woman.
His cock pushes farther and farther inside until, I think, he’s fully seated and he stops for a second, his kisses becoming more tender.
“Green…fucking green.” I use our traffic light system to let him know I’m here, I’m on board, I’m ready to be fucked within an inch of my life.
We decided it was the best safe word system, easy to remember with the shit that comes out of our mouths.
We could accidentally say “tapioca” and not mean stop, at all!
That would be bad. “Fucking destroy me, Diego.” I use his given name, one I only learned a few days ago, and the growl I can literally feel against my skin sets me alight.
We also, the three of us, used the opportunity in the hospital to get checked out so we can have unprotected sex and, oh yes, am I fucking glad about that. The feel of his bare cock inside me is fucking electric and I can’t wait to strangle him with my cunt too.
He moves, in and out, slamming into me, pushing my trembling legs as far as they will go. My knees are beside my ears as I cling on to the swing, engaging my core as I get thoroughly fucked.
There’s some pain in my ribs from the beating I took, but this pleasure far outweighs anything and everything else that exists.
We fuck for what feels like hours, the blue balls flying across the room at some point, and we use the swing for so many positions my muscles are screaming at me to stop. But no…we’re not listening to those today.
Eventually, we’re both lying on his large bed in the center of the room, with pale, grey sheets sticking to our sweaty bodies.
“How’s he doing?” My voice is low as I speak into his chest where I’m draped across him.
His chest rising and falling with deep breaths makes my head move too.
“Still under observation. No news.” He sounds defeated. “Crow and Jonesy are there now, I’ll go back again in a few hours.”
“You need a little sleep first or you’ll burn yourself out.”
He chuckles at my gentle order.
“I need to feed you.” Grinder trails his fingers lightly across my grumbling stomach.
“No, I need to feed you. You’re the one with a bullet wound in his arse and a best friend in a coma.” I sit up, my mind now focused on sustaining my man in ways that don’t involve sexy times.
Grinder is my first real live boyfriend, so I really don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m definitely winging it. I’ve had my fair share of trysts and fuck buddies and all that jazz, but this is something entirely new to me.
“I need to find a job that pays me enough to buy a house. Or at least rent one. Although, what if…hmm. Maybe.”
“Where the fuck did that come from?” Grinder chuckles as I stand and throw on one of his T-shirts.
“I want to make my man a good meal. A roast. Because, honestly, there’s nothing better. Proper gravy, not that shit you call gravy. Proper beefy…mmm.” I debate whether to wear his sweatpants or risk it for a biscuit and wear just the T-shirt.
“You’re going off on a tangent, Stabby. Bring it back. Where’s your head at?” Reaching up, he grips the bottom of my—his—T-shirt and pulls me into bed, spooning me from behind.
I huff. “This place is amazing, Maribel’s is amazing, but none of them are mine. I can’t dance around in my underwear, I can’t greet you at the door while I’m starkers, I can’t do naked cooking…”
“Fair. I’d have to rip every fucker’s eyes out before that was a possibility.”
“But on the other hand, the community here feels like a fucking dream. It’s a whole big-ass family dynamic and I’m here for it. My dad was great and all, but my mum was a raging alchy, and a nice night out with Dad meant a little lotta torture.” I sigh.
“I understood about half of that but d’ya know what, Stabby?” The heat of his warm breath against the back of my neck is giving me actual life.
“What?”
“I’m gonna make every single fucking one of your dreams come true. So…I guess we need a house.” I can feel his grin and I squeeze the arm he has wrapped around me, snuggling back into him.
There’s not a chance I’m going to let him just buy us a house. I’m an independent woman and I will not be provided for. Okay, so I absolutely am, for right now, but I trust the universe has better things on the horizon.
A low knock on the door makes us both pause and I turn to face Grinder.
“What’s the time?”
“Nine.”
The knock sounds again, a little louder than before, so I leap up onto my good leg and hop over to the door, swinging it open to greet whoever’s on the other side.
“Spenny!” I jump into his arms and squeeze around his neck. “We’re getting a house.”
He hugs me back, but his whole body just isn’t in it so I finally let go and back off.
“Doc, what’s wrong?” Grinder is up and out of bed, not a care for anyone who might walk past the bedroom, naked as the day he was born. He approaches Spencer and cups his cheek, searching his eyes for answers.
“My last call out of the shift…was an O’Malley.”