Grind

by Sawyer Bennett

  Gently, I move my tongue, circling it around her clit. Butterfly soft touches because I want to drag this out. She's come so fast for me before but that was born of urgent thrusts and needy fucking. I want this to be different. I want her to experience how beautiful it can be when a man eats you out slowly, building pleasure up one exquisite moment at a time. I lick at her delicately, savoring her taste. Her breathing becomes more ragged, and a small, keening sound builds in her throat.

  Fluttering my tongue lightly over the top of her clit, I push my thumbs in closer, probing them along her sensitive tissue. Macy is now panting, sweet gusts of needy air.

  "Please," she moans.

  The hair rises up on the back of my head, the yearning in her voice scraping across my nerves. She sounds like she might die if I don't give her what she needs, and suddenly, my well-laid plans of torturing her with pleasure seem to evaporate.

  I tease my teeth along her clit briefly before clamping my mouth against her, giving a quick suck as I press my thumbs against her harder.

  And even though Macy is bound so thoroughly she can't move, I know she starts to come because she gives a singularly beautiful wail of pleasure, her body spasming underneath of me.

  I gently suck on her, feeding off the trembling muscles and sobs of relief she gives me. I suck her all the way through her climax, and when she finally lets out a huge, pent-up breath of relief, I finally risk a peek up at her. Her ribs are moving up and down in a more gentle fashion, and while she's replete for the moment, I, on the other hand, am aching to be inside of her.

  Leaning to my left, I give a practiced flick at the slipknot around her ankle and release just her one leg. Her head shoots up off the bed and rather than giving me a relaxed, just orgasmed, so-good-I'm-all-loose-and-happy look, her eyes fire hot at me.

  I stand up from the floor, hooking my elbow under the back of the leg I just freed, and raise it up with me. I pull it up, and then angle it inward, twisting so her hip is raised off the mattress a bit. This is in the opposite direction of the way her hands are tied to the top of the bed so her body is contorted beautifully.

  She eyes me with challenge, daring me to bend her further, so I push her knee to her chest, which gloriously opens her pussy up to me. Fisting my cock in my free hand, I lean forward, only needing to bend my legs slightly, and push against her wet opening. I have to angle my body forward, brace my feet against the carpet, and push in hard.

  Wet heat sucks me in as I feel her flesh stretch tight against mine. She whimpers and now that she has one leg freed, she tries to gyrate her hips to draw me in deeper.

  "Jesus," I groan as every nerve ending seems to spasm in pleasure.

  I pull back on her leg as I lean in, pressing my chest up against the back of her thigh. Time to see how limber Miss Carrington is.

  Bending forward slowly, I place both hands on the mattress, one on either side of her ribs, and grind deeper into her. Macy's breath skitters, and she squeezes her eyes shut tightly.

  "You okay?" I ask as I pull out of her slowly... right to the tip.

  She nods but keeps her eyes closed, sucking her lower lip in between her teeth. I know this position can't be comfortable, so I make it better by sinking back in deep, flexing my hips at the end just to rock against her.

  "Yes," she whispers. "Just like that."

  I leisurely pump in and out of her a few times, relishing the slide of slick skin, which causes tingling pleasure to radiate through my body. It's almost too decadent of a feeling, like I'm afraid that the next thrust won't be replicated and that what I'm experiencing may be fleeting and fast. So I go slowly, trying to draw out every bit of the erotic sensations she makes me feel.

  "Cal," Macy whispers, and I focus my gaze on her. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyelids lowered so I only see slivers of blue peeking at me. Her fingers are curled tight around the terrycloth belt that has her anchored in place.

  "What do you need?" I murmur as I thrust into her deeper.

  "Make me come again," she says, not as a question, but posed as a command. Yet the plaintive tone suggests an unquenchable need that only I can fill, and it makes me heady with power.

  I press into her tighter, my hips moving with more purpose. Striving for a more poignant thrust, attempting to connect on an even deeper level. It's not just about wedging my cock into her body, but it's about connecting my body to hers in a way that I don't think she's quite been touched. In that respect, my promiscuous girl is a virgin.

  Unaffected.

  That thought causes an almost animalistic need to possess her to start unfurling within me, and I start to fuck her hard. The skin of my pelvis slaps against the bottom of one ass cheek because of the way I have her twisted on the bed, and every time I pummel into her, she lets out a gust of air between those sweet lips. Her eyes roll backward, and she lets out a long moan. "I'm close. So close."

  As am I.

  My balls tingle, then draw inward, my hips digging deeper... trying to permanently meld cock to pussy. "Come on, Macy... give it to me, baby," I urge her in a strangled whisper, now fucking her so hard the headboard is rapping against the wall.

  I'm on the verge of explosion, and yet I can't let go quite yet. I need her to go first; otherwise, all of this will be for naught.

  "Yes, yes, yes," she chants. Her back arcs gracefully off the bed and her muscles clamp onto my dick hard, almost trapping me deep inside of her for a second. Macy then moans out her climax long and low, and with fascination, I watch as a single tear slips out and slides down her cheek.

  That right there is my undoing.

  I pull back and thrust inside of her again, this last journey of my cock against her slick walls setting off an orgasm that shakes me to my core as I start to come inside of her. I immediately let her leg down where it falls limply to the mattress, and I grind my pelvis against her as I bring my entire body to rest against hers. My face pushes into her neck where I bare my teeth and bite down on her as I come in a never-ending gush of pleasure.

  So goddamn good.

  I lay against her... panting like I just ran a marathon, my cock still jerking slightly with what may be micro-orgasms that just refuse to die.

  Although my body rebels at the thought, preferring to lie against Macy's warm flesh, my dick still cocooned inside of her heaven, I roll off her because I know her joints have got to be protesting my ties.

  I efficiently free her other leg, then just as quickly unlatch my belt from around her wrists. As soon as she's loose, I give her a nudge and say, "Roll over."

  She complies and when she's settled, cheek resting to mattress with a sublime smile on her face, I straddle her waist. My hands go to work on her arms and shoulders, working out the stiffness. I smile to myself over her subtle moans of contentment but otherwise satisfied to enjoy our silence.

  Because this is a sex-only relationship, I don't expect much deep conversation, and my mind is still blissfully numb from that thunderous orgasm I just had.

  So I'm a bit unprepared when Macy says, "Do you have any hard limits?"

  I scoot down her body a little more, now resting my weight over the back of her thighs. My fingers press into her lower back, rubbing in deep circles. "Not really. I mean... I don't like choking. Never did understand that."

  "Supposedly, it can really enhance your climax," she murmurs, her face serene with relaxation.

  "Never tried it?" I ask her.

  "I have," she says softly. "Didn't do anything for me other than give me a sore throat."

  I wince slightly, a bit affronted on Macy's behalf that she would go through something like that and not even get any pleasure from the experience.

  "I liked being tied up though," she says off-handedly. "That was a first for me."

  "You're kidding?"

  "Nope," she says with a small laugh. "Never trusted anyone enough before."

  This pleases me greatly, and I want to delve further into why she feels she can trust me, but I don't bother right now. M
acy isn't exactly the over-sharing type. Instead, I say, "I can get very inventive with some thin, silk ropes. I like to string them between the legs... once on each side of your clit so they rub you good while I fuck you."

  She groans in the back of her throat... a sexy, needful sound that surprisingly makes my dick start to perk up for another round. My hands go to her ass, where I massage the firm globes.

  "So what other kinky stuff do you like? You've totally destroyed my saintly image of you with the bondage," she says, her voice dropping a bit and sounding a little husky. I press my thumbs deep into her flesh, sliding them lower down her ass.

  "A lot of stuff," I say gruffly, my cock starting to swell. "I'm pretty adventurous."

  "Mmmm," she purrs with approval. "Like what?"

  "Toys. I like to play with toys," I tell her as I lift up, swing a knee inward, and nudge in between her thighs. Her legs spread for me, and I kneel down in between them.

  "Give me an example," she says breathlessly.

  "Vibrators, dildos," I tell her as I bring my hand to her pussy and brush my fingers lightly against her flesh. "Clamps, cock rings, strap-ons."

  "You freak," she murmurs appreciatively as she wiggles her hips, a silent plea for more.

  "You up for all of that?" I push two fingers inside of her, still soaking wet with my semen.

  Her breath rushes out in a pleasurable gasp. "Anytime."

  I finger her deep, twisting my hand and curling them inward. "What's your kinky pleasure, Macy?"

  She answers me with a groan and lifts her hips off the mattress slightly. I pull my fingers out, and push three back in, my cock now fully hard.

  "Tell me," I urge her through my finger fucking.

  "Public sex," she gasps as she heaves her hips off the bed and pushes her ass backward against my fingers.

  I'm stunned. My fingers go still inside of her, and I bring my other hand to her hip. The thought of me fucking Macy in front of strangers? I'm not going to lie... it turns me on, but it also makes me feel jealous. I'm not sure I want anyone--man or woman--seeing her naked.

  "Have you ever done that before?" I ask her.

  She shakes her head, now pushing her torso up from the bed to leverage her weight on her hands. Looking back over her shoulder at me, she says, "You'd be the first. Never really wanted to before and despite the fact I like sex... I've never been with men that were very creative."

  My cock leaps at the thought even as uneasiness settles within me. Could I do that? For her?

  I'm thinking it would be a major turn on for her, and the thought of her moaning in ecstasy while I pound away inside of her with hungry anonymous eyes watching us is thrilling.

  I groan and grab my cock, swiping it through her pussy lips twice before thrusting in deep. A shiver of naked lust rushes up my spine, and I know in that moment as I start fucking Macy from behind that there probably isn't anything I wouldn't do to give her pleasure.

  Chapter 10

  From the Diary of Macy Carrington:

  Dear Diary,

  I haven't seen Cal in three days. After hours of unmitigated fucking in Utah, we returned to New York and went our separate ways.

  Am I worried?

  No.

  Because it was the best sex ever, and we are destined to come back together again.

  Being with him is the biggest rush. The orgasms he gives to me are singularly unique, each one surpassing the previous. So different from the ones I give myself. They're deeper, longer, and more invasive. They seize my body and my mind. They consume me like white noise and when the buzz of ecstasy wanes, I only crave him more desperately.

  I want it again.

  I want it over and over.

  I want it longer and harder.

  Dirtier. I want to do filthy things with him.

  He's unleashed something inside of me that I don't think is meant to be contained.

  Cal has asked me out each night since we've returned. The first night, he invited me to dinner at his place. I declined because dinner at his place would lead to amazing fucking, which would lead to expectations for me to stay the night.

  I don't do overnights.

  This he should know because when we finally fucked ourselves dry in Utah, I snuck off to my own hotel room and slept alone. He never said a word about it the next day.

  The next two nights, he just invited me to dinner, it being implied it would be at a restaurant somewhere. I also declined because I don't want him to try to wine and dine me. I'm a sure bet. I'll willingly get on my back and spread my legs for him. He doesn't have to try to get me there, because I'll crawl there myself and even beg him to obliterate my misery. Anything past submerging ourselves into a haze of sex is wasted on me, but more importantly, threatens to hurt him in the long run. Cal is a man that will give his heart in any way he can, and I am not the person he wants to waste that on.

  This means I know that I'll have to give him up one day. It's a thought that already saddens me and creates a black hole of emptiness within. But I have to minimize the damage I'll do to him, and the best way is to make sure that I give him nothing but my body. I can never let him know that I'm a person that has the potential to be saved, because I know he's the type that would ride in on his white horse and slay all my demons.

  I don't deserve that from him, and I can only hope that he's content for a while with just fucking me.

  So, dear diary, I sent a message to him. A simple invitation, really.

  Meet me at The Heritage Hotel at 8 PM. Toys are optional.

  I waited for almost an hour for his reply. It was just one word, but it made me smile.

  Okay.

  And I feel brighter inside just anticipating seeing this man again soon.

  Love,

  Macy

  Chapter 11

  As soon as I walk into the lobby of The Heritage hotel, my eyes eagerly scan the area for Macy. The rest of my afternoon was completely unproductive, because I couldn't stop thinking about her. I kept remembering the blistering orgasms we gave each other in Utah. I couldn't let go of how responsive she is to me. Hell, I even obsessed about her request to have public sex, battling a recurring boner.

  I continually thought of other things too.

  Things that add to the aura of mystery and sadness that seems to surround this woman. For example, I can't get out of my head that small flicker of pain she revealed to me in my office that day when I told her I didn't want to represent her at first. That told me she's sensitive to rejection, something I will ensure not to hand her unwittingly.

  I also haven't been able to let go of what I learned from Mac, particularly about Macy's parents. While I have absolutely no details, she painted enough of a picture for me to know that there is no love within that family. That is such an aberration to me because I come from a huge, close-knit family that would literally die for each other. I could no more imagine my parents not loving me than I could imagine I'm the next mega rock star waiting to be discovered.

  I suck at singing by the way.

  As my eyes search for that beautiful strawberry hair, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and surprisingly see it's a text from Macy. I tap on the icon and pull up her message.

  I'm in room 803.

  Damn, the girl doesn't want to waste any time when it comes to having sex. I wonder if that's just with me or with all of her fucks?

  Correction... former fucks.

  I hope.

  Want to come down for a drink first in the hotel bar? I text back but immediately start searching for the elevators.

  Macy has turned me down three times this week for invitations to dinner, and I finally got the hint. She's not interested in anything other than sex, which fine... it's a chore, but I suppose I can abide by it.

  By the time I have the elevators in my sights, she responds back to me. I'm not dressed for it.

  That makes me smile.

  Then she sends me another text.

  This time... a picture.
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  And then I swallow my tongue because she's sent me a photo of herself in front of a full-length mirror in the hotel room, and she is most definitely not dressed to come down for drinks.

  A black lace bustier that plumps up her gorgeous tits. Black, lace, crotchless panties that leave nothing to the imagination, and I'm finding that I like her non-subtle ways. Black, silk stockings attached to silky, black garters, and black stiletto heels that make her seem impossibly tall and willowy.

  Fuck the drink.

  I have better things to do as well.

  With Macy's hair wrapped around my hand and tucked tightly into my fist, I give it a sharp tug and growl into her ear, "Is this how you liked to be fucked?"

  And Jesus... I've hit the mother lode of freaky fucking with Macy. I've never been down and dirtier with another woman than I am right at this moment.

  With the front of Macy's body pressed up against the floor-to-ceiling window of our hotel room.

  She still has her black bustier on, but the cups are pulled down and her tits are mashed into the glass.

  Her hips are tilted back just a tiny bit, so I'm not sure if anyone in the office building across the way can appreciate the shiny pussy lips that are covered with my saliva because the first thing I did when I walked into the room was strip my clothes, drop to my knees, and eat her out.

  Then, with my mouth still against her, licking away the first of what I'm betting is many orgasms to come, the kinky girl said, "I want you to fuck me up against the window."

  She pulled away, reached into a bag beside the bed, and threw something at me. I saw black straps flopping and a flash of bright pink. "Wear that," she said with an almost evil smile as I caught it in my hands.

  Okay, I like my toys, but I was stunned when I looked down at the pile of black, elastic bands and pink, jellied plastic.

  "What is it?" I asked, and even though I had a little trepidation, my dick was fucking hard as a rock. I wasn't exactly one hundred percent sure what I had in my hands, but my cock liked it.

  "It's a strap-on," she said as she prowled closer to me, and yeah... I actually knew that's what it was. I was still just... stunned.

  Then she tossed me something else as she walked toward me, and I caught it.

  A bottle of lube.