Chapter 40 #2
I refuse to let it hold me back any longer, so I push it away, stepping toward her. “Something I’ll rectify the minute you snap your fingers.”
“I don’t know…” Gracie pretends to think about it. “My vibrator has done a good job so far. Why fix what’s not broken, hm?”
“Rumpel,” I croak out. “I’ll use your vibrator on you, but your orgasms are mine.”
“Are they?” she taunts. “Because by my count, it’s been almost eight months since you’ve made me come, so I’m not sure you’re up to the task.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby,” I rumble out. “You sure you wanna do this?”
“Doesn’t feel dangerous to m—” The rest of her words are lost on a shriek when I rush forward, planting my shoulder in her stomach and hauling her up.
She wriggles, trying to get free, and I clamp my hand down on her lace-covered ass, giving her a brutal squeeze.
She yelps, but it’s breathless with amusement and fades into a moan as I wedge my hand between her legs, the side of it pressed against the damp gusset of her underwear.
“No kitchen?” Gracie teases, and I press my hand harder against her slit.
“Not this time,” I rumble. “I want you in a bed, and under me.” She shudders, and a wicked grin curls my mouth. “You seem like you want that, too, Rumpel,” I tease.
“I want an orgasm,” she counters.
I chuckle darkly as I walk into her bedroom, switching the light on as I pass. “And it doesn’t matter where you get it from?” I ask, right before I toss her onto the bed.
Gracie bounces twice, a startled noise escaping her before she glares up at me in challenge.
“No, it doesn’t,” she declares, planting her feet on the bed and spreading her legs wide.
I watch, transfixed as her hand slides down her abdomen and into her panties, delving right between her legs.
“I’ll just do it myself.” Her voice is breathless, her hips pushing up against her hand, and I can’t do it anymore. It’s been too fucking long without her.
I hurriedly strip my clothes off as Gracie watches me through hooded eyes.
Her hand is still moving, pulling her panties taut as her breath catches in her throat.
I kneel on the bed between her legs, catching her wrist with my fingers.
I yank her hand out of her panties, her fingers glistening in the light with her arousal.
“Fuck, Gracie.” I press her fingers to my mouth, sucking them and sliding my tongue, catching every last drop of her essence, groaning as the familiar taste fills my mouth. She is staring up at me, her eyes liquid with heat. I release her fingers with a pop, demanding, “Take the bra off.”
Defiance flashes across her face, but then her eyes drop down over my body, leaving a trail of fire like she’s physically touching me. She finally lands on my rigid cock, pre-cum slicking the head as it presses against my stomach.
I nip the sensitive pads of her fingers. “Please, Gracie.”
Her tongue darts out over her lips and then she pulls her hand away from me, arching her back up to unclip the bra and slide it down her arms. She throws it away, lifting a challenging eyebrow at me as if to say Now what?
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pushing her knees together and toward her body as I yank the fabric down her legs. I ball them up into my fist, pressing them to my face and inhaling deeply.
“Braxton!” Gracie fairly shrieks, her face filling with color.
“I’ve missed this,” I tell her unashamedly. “Nothing smells as good as you.” I drop the panties to the side, crouching down between her legs and pressing my face to her pussy. “Fuck yes.”
Her hand tangles in my hair, tugging at the strands, and I’m not sure if she means to push me in or pull me away, but I take no heed, opening my mouth over her cunt and devouring her.
My head spins, unable to quite believe I have her here, under me, breathy moans leaving her throat as she throws her head back against the bed.
“Brax!”
I hum against her wet flesh, fingers digging into her hips as she thrusts up against my face. I flatten my tongue, dipping down to her entrance and spearing it inside her, the walls of her pussy spasming.
Sparks of pain tingle over my scalp as Gracie yanks on my hair, directing me upward.
I let her move me, zeroing in on her clit again as I shift a hand underneath me, pressing my finger into her tight heat.
She squeezes the hell out of me, and I press another finger in, her body stretching around me and sucking me in.
“Oh, fuck! Don’t stop. Please, don’t.” Gracie slams a hand down against the bed, fisting the bedspread in her fingers, her body shining with perspiration. Her chest heaves with every breath, and I release her hip, sliding my hand up to her breast, plucking at her tight nipple.
“Come,” I tell her huskily. “Come on my tongue, Gracie. Give it to me.” She feels impossibly wet as I drive my fingers deeper inside her, grazing my teeth against her clit, and then she lets out a sharp cry.
Her entire body tenses, her muscles going taut as the orgasm rolls through her, her clit pulsing against my tongue.
I keep suckling her, easing her down slowly, my fingers resting inside her swollen flesh. As her body melts into the bed, I slowly pull back, wiping my face against the back of my wrist, grinning at the state of her.
“I feel like an addict,” I tell her, “and I just got my first hit in months.”
A satisfied smile crosses her face, but her eyes stay closed. “Know a lot about that, do you?”
“I know about you.” I crawl up over her body, my dick jerking as it brushes against her skin.
She spreads her legs open to cradle my hips, and like a heat-seeking missile, my dick presses right up against her wet pussy.
I groan, unable to stop myself from rutting against her, and she gasps as the crown of my dick brushes against her clit.
“Need you,” I mutter, bending down to press a kiss to her lip. Satisfaction fills me, knowing she can taste herself on my tongue when I press it into her mouth, sliding it against hers.
Gracie’s stormy eyes lock with mine, warm with affection and heat—a look I never thought would be leveled on me again. “Please, Braxton.” She trails her hands over my back and shoulders, and then into my hair. “I need you too. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
I reach down, fisting the base of my cock, but freeze as something occurs to me. “Condom,” I rasp. “I don’t have one.” I never expected that this would happen tonight—never even dared hope—and I haven’t used condoms since well before I ever met Gracie.
She shakes her head, her hair a riot of waves against the bed. “I don’t, either,” she confesses. “But—” She bites her lip, but I press my thumb against it, dragging it free.
“What is it?”
“I’m safe,” she murmurs. “I was safe, and—”
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” I tell her quickly. “I trust you, Gracie, and if you’re telling me I’m allowed to take you bare…” I roll my hips, grinding my dick against her, and her mouth goes lax.
“Yes,” she whispers almost inaudibly. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
I close my eyes as emotions assault me, tightening my chest and stealing my breath. I’m not taking the trust she’s giving me right now for granted, especially knowing that, for a time, I lost it completely.
“Gracie,” I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. “I love you.” I notch the head of my dick at her entrance and, without giving her any more warning, thrust home.
She whimpers, wrapping herself around me as I freeze, giving her a moment to adjust. Her body is tight and hot around me, her walls clenching down on me like she’s never going to let me go. She moves, shifting until her lips are right by my ear, and then—
“I love you too.”
Gracie
A rough sound is wrenched from Braxton’s throat—a combination of exhilaration and pain that has tears springing to my eyes. He drops his head down, burying his face into my neck, and I feel dampness against my skin, his shoulders shaking.
“Braxton?”
“Never thought I’d hear that again,” he mutters, his voice muffled.
And then he pulls back until only the head of his dick is resting inside me.
He jabs his hips forward, impaling me, and I cry out, nails clawing at his back as he sets up a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending me moving up the bed, the bedsheets tangling under us.
I press the heels of my feet into his ass, forcing him as deep as I can, my body moving with his as I press kisses all over his skin—anywhere I can comfortably reach.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I cry out, the words feeling like they’re being dragged from my throat.
“I know, baby,” Braxton tells me, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“I know. I love you too. So fucking much.” He braces his hand beside my head, leaning up to look down at where his body meets mine.
I arch my neck, wanting to see, too, a low moan leaving me when I see his thick cock shining with my arousal right before it disappears back between my legs.
“Fuck,” Braxton breathes. He makes a V with his fingers, reaching down and sliding it against his cock, feeling both of us as he spears into me. “Would you look at that?” He slows down, his thrusts teasing and shallow, and I hiss a breath out through my teeth.
Braxton lifts his eyes to mine, his smirk devilish. “What’s the matter, Rumpel?” It’s a taunt as his knuckles brush against my too-sensitive clit. “You want something? Tell me.”
I meet his challenging stare with one of my own. “You know, I could still grab my vibrator. I don’t need—”
I gasp as he yanks himself out of me, leaving my pussy clamping down on nothing, feeling totally empty.
Before I have the chance to complain, he’s manhandling me onto my stomach, yanking my ass into the air, and pressing down on my upper back, forcing my torso into the bed.
I fist both hands in the bedspread, my breath coming out in sharp pants as he smooths a heavy hand over my hip.
“Don’t give a shit if you use a vibrator,” Braxton tells me. “But I told you…your orgasms are mine.” His hand leaves me, a thwack sounding through the room a second later. Searing heat flares to life on the skin of my ass, and I yelp.
I try to whip around to glare at him, but he’s got me pinned. “Did you just spank me?” I demand haughtily, like I don’t have my ass in the air, everything on full display.
“Yeah,” He chuckles as he rubs his hand over the tender spot. “You gonna try to tell me you didn’t like it?”
My mouth opens to do just that, but I realize the sting of his hand has faded away, the heat melting into pleasure that makes every inch of my body throb.
Braxton shifts behind me, his shaft notching back at my entrance. He slides inside me with a groan of relief, right before he spanks my ass on the other side.
“Your ass looks pretty in red, Rumpel,” he grunts, curling his body over mine, the fine hairs on his chest brushing against my back. His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me back until we’re both on our knees, bodies pressed together from shoulder to thigh.
The angle isn’t a good one, but he doesn’t seem to mind, rolling his hips against me teasingly, his dick never going deep enough to truly satisfy us both.
Keeping one hand around my throat, his other cups my breast, testing the weight in his palm as his thumb strums lightly over my hardened nipple.
“You ready to tell me what you need?” Braxton asks right before his tongue traces the shell of my ear.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby. Just tell me. ”
I lean my head on his shoulder, and he presses his thumb against my jaw to angle my face toward him. Our mouths touch—too light to be a kiss—his tongue sliding against the seam of my lips.
“I want…” I breathe against his mouth, and he goes still, waiting. “I want you to fuck me.” The words act like a red flag in front of a bull. Braxton’s eyes darken, the black of his pupils eating through the green.
“Good girl,” he growls, sending a pulse of desire through me, and then I’m back on my hands and knees, and he’s gripping my hips, his cock slamming into me. Again, and again, again. There’s no more teasing this time, his grip on me bruising and his control obliterated.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out. “Don’t you dare. Fuck me, Braxton. I can feel it—”
“Yeah,” he grunts roughly. “You’re getting close, huh?
I can feel you squeezing the shit out of my dick.
Not gonna stop, Gracie. Not now, not fucking ever.
You’re mine.” He leans down, his hot breath hitting my shoulder a second before his teeth sink into my skin, and I whimper.
He soothes the bite with his tongue, telling me, “I can’t hold out, Gracie.
It’s been too long without you, so I’m gonna need you to come on my dick right. fucking. now.”
Panic flares because I can feel it. It’s right there, hovering just out of reach, but Braxton already knows, his hand dipping under our bodies and between my legs. He’s relentless as he goes for my clit, rubbing furious circles around the swollen nub.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chant out, my throat aching as my breath saws out of my lungs. “Yes!”
The orgasm crashes through me with force, followed by Braxton’s loud shout echoing off the walls as he comes with me, warmth coating my inner walls as he fills me up.
My limbs are trembling uncontrollably, and I collapse onto my stomach, his heavy weight following me down, pushing me into the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.
It’s almost impossible to breathe with the way he’s crushing me, but as I slowly float down from the high of my orgasm, I realize that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.