by Sophia Gray
I wanted more. I needed more. I had to have more.
Somehow, I managed to lift one leg high enough to move above his hand so I could twist around to face him. His fingers remained inside of me as I sat up, and even though I wanted him to continue to pleasure me, I wanted to give back, so I gripped his wrist and pushed it away.
“My turn,” I said. My heart beat wildly. I normally didn’t take charge during sex. Mostly because there hadn’t been time to. The guys I had been with weren’t exactly marathoners. They had been sprinters. A few times I had to use a toy to finish, otherwise I wouldn’t have orgasmed at all. I would wait until they were asleep—which only took them rolling over—and out came my vibrator. It was sad to say, but toward the end with each guy, I stopped bothering with foreplay in the hopes that they would last longer. It didn’t work.
But with Grant, I didn’t just want to be on the receiving end of the attention for the first time ever. I wanted to give back. I wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel.
I pushed him back until he was sitting and then back again so he was lying down on the bed. I rubbed his chest—God was he muscular—and the ripples of his abs. Man, was he impressive. I licked and kissed my way from his neck all the way down his torso.
His cock was so big and long and hard. I leaned down, brushed my hair back, and pushed his legs open.
“Ready?” I asked.
His eyes were half lidded. “I can take anything you wanna give me.”
“Good.”
Pre-cum glistened on his cock, so I licked him from the bottom of his cock to the tip. I sucked off the pre-cum, enjoying the way he exhaled sharply, his cock twitching and jerking.
“You like?” I asked.
“Very much.” He reached down and grabbed ahold of my hair.
I pushed his hands away. “Do you trust me?” I asked.
His eyes glittered like hard diamonds. “Yes.”
“Then leave me be,” I ordered.
His eyes widened, and he grinned recklessly. “I don’t think I wanna do that.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t want to trust me?”
“I don’t want to leave you be,” he clarified. “Trust I can do. But I don’t think I can just sit back and—what are you doing?”
I was grabbing his discarded shirt. “You’re gonna trust me, and you’re gonna listen, and you’re not gonna interfere.” Using the shirt, I tied his wrist to the headboard. My shirt bound his other wrist. Rubbing my chin, I glanced around.
“No blindfold,” he pleaded.
“Why?” I giggled. “Are you afraid of the dark?”
His cock twitched.
“I want to look at you,” he said softly. “I want to watch you.”
Damn. He knew just what to say. Any more and I would be melting into a puddle. “Fine,” I said coolly, trying to play this off, as if I had tied other guys to their beds before.
Spoiler alert: I hadn’t.
Another spoiler alert: it was hot as hell.
“Are you ready?” I asked him, although I was kind of asking myself, too.
And, yes, I was ready.
“Yes.” He all but groaned the word.
I had given head before. Hadn’t really enjoyed it, though. It had been in the backseat of a car, cramped and tight, and he had wanted it first, and after he had finished, there wasn’t any time left for him to return the favor if I wanted any chance of getting home before curfew. My mom had been a wonderful and kind woman, but she had also been a slave driver, and it wasn’t worth incurring her wrath. But that the guy hadn’t even cared that he had all the fun meant I dumped his ass the next day.
Grant, I knew, wouldn’t be like that. He would return the favor. He wouldn’t disappoint.
He closed his eyes, and I cupped his balls, teasing them, playing with them. My lips kissed the tip of his cock, and it twitched. I giggled again. I loved watching his cock move. I kissed down his length, marveling at his thickness. God, was he huge!
He was trembling, the bed shaking, and I took that as a sign that he was beyond ready.
Opening wide, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, and he jerked.
I pulled away. “You like?”
“Oh, fuck, you’re killing me.”
His restraints were loosening already. I quickly tightened them. “Behave.”
He winked. “I know you don’t mean that.”
I shivered. No, I didn’t.
I stroked his cock a few times, massaging the tip and gliding all the way down his shaft and up again. Slowly, I took him back into my mouth, the tip and then more and more. Up and down, I bobbed, one hand teasing his balls, the other rubbing the inside of his thighs.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He started to gyrate his hips, fucking my mouth.
With a grin, I glanced up at him, still sucking away. His eyes were closed, his expression one of peace.
Not for long.
I eased my fingers beneath his ass and pressed upward, taking even more of his cock into my mouth. I had to swallow around him, and hot pre-cum came out.
“Stop.”
The simple word tore at me, and I hesitated.
“If you continue…”
I glanced up at him again. His eyes remained closed, but he looked more tortured than at peace.
“If you continue, I’ll come and—”
“Isn’t that the point of all of this?”
“I wanna fuck your pussy,” he ground out, eyes flying open.
I winked, feeling reckless and daring. I never felt more in control in the bedroom than I did right now. “Who says you’re only gonna come once?” I asked him.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. He glared at one restraint and then the other.
“I plan on it. With my mouth, with my pussy, with my hand, my breasts.” I shrugged one shoulder. “We’re gonna fuck all night, right?”
He inhaled sharply. “Yes. Let me fuck you. Pussy first.”
“Fine.” I straddled his chest and leaned over to untie him. He kissed me, his lips and tongue making contact with my sweaty skin. When he was free, he sat up and grabbed me, grinding me hard, our bodies pressed so close together that nothing separated us. My hands roved over his hot body, and he did the same. His hair was a mess, and he had a few hickies. He looked good and sexed and we weren’t even done yet.
“Condoms,” he muttered after breaking off a kiss that had me curling my toes.
He eased me away and reached over to his nightstand, sprawling out over half the bed. When he opened the drawer, I grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times. He stilled, and another drop of pre-cum appeared. I bent down and licked it clean.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered.
“Death by orgasm.” I giggled. “Not a bad way to go.”
He yanked a roll of condoms out and ripped one open, but I grabbed it from him, pushing him to lie onto his back.
Channel your inner porn star.
Everyone had an inner porn star, right?
I opened my mouth, popped the condom in the O of my lips, and eased it onto his cock. Unrolling it with my mouth wasn’t easy, and it took some time, but from the way Grant was moaning, he sure didn’t mind.
The moment it was completely on him, he sat up again. “Ready to have your brains fucked out of you?”
“Fuck away,” I breathed.
And he did. He slammed into me without warning, and I cried out. He went fast and hard and deep, and I swore I could see stars. He sucked on my neck and pinched my nipples, and I clawed at his back, needing to claim him. This was about give and take, and I was going to take and give back.
I rolled my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, and the buildup was incredible. A few more thrusts and I’d be gone.
I didn’t want to come first, but, oh God, I was going to come soon. Remembering how much it had turned me on, I slapped his ass a few times. His growl and his biting my neck pushed me over the edge. I had just eno
ugh awareness to reach down and tickle the edge of his balls, and he was coming, too.
Fuck. That was amazing.
He continued to thrust, and I rode that wave, bouncing up and down on his lap. I stopped rolling my hips first, and then he ceased thrusting.
I brushed my sweaty hair back. “Ready for round two?” I asked.
Grant picked me up and laid me on the bed. The look in his eyes made me squirm and caused my muscles to tighten.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice low.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered.
Yeah, there was no sleeping to be had that night.
Chapter 8
Grant
I woke up with my arms around a woman. It had been a long time since that had last happened. Normally I woke up first and dashed, or she did. I wasn’t the kind of guy to stick around. Have a good lay and walk away. That was what I did.
But waking up to Victoria was something else. We had gone several rounds last night, and we didn’t fall asleep until around five in the morning. It was only ten now, and I wasn’t sure what had woken me.
She shuddered in her sleep and clung to me closer. Her eyes were moving rapidly beneath her eyelids, and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her forehead.
Victoria sighed, settling against me.
I chuckled softly, my chest rumbling. She didn’t stir.
I didn’t know a lot about her. Fuck, there was too much I didn’t know about her. But I did know she was loyal and fierce and frightened. She was desperate and a fighter. She would do anything for Sage, for her family.
She reminded me of myself in some ways.
“You weren’t meant for this,” I murmured, brushing her hair back so I could stroke her cheek.
“Meant for what?” she asked groggily, her eyes still closed.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “It’s all right. Not meant for what?” she repeated.
I grimaced. I hadn’t meant for her to hear that.
“Meant for…” Her eyes widened with understanding. “Yeah, well, meant for or not, doesn’t matter. Sage…I’ll admit that she went through a really rough patch right after her mom went to jail. She wasn’t suicidal or anything like that, but she did a lot of reckless, dangerous things, pulled a lot of stunts, that kind of thing. Getting her to let me in, to trust me, to let herself have a real parent for once took a long time. Her mom never was meant to be a parent, and then she found herself with an adopted mom who actually gave her rules and cared about what happened to her. She didn’t realize just how things would be when she agreed to my adopting her.”
“It’s not easy being a parent.”
She jerked back slightly. “Are you speaking from experience?”
I laughed long and loud. “No. Not yet. Maybe one day.”
Victoria side-eyed me. “You sure?”
I laughed some more. “Don’t trust me? I’m not lying. Well, I guess you could say if I’m a father to anyone, it would be Trenton.”
Her lips pursed.
“Prodigal son,” I muttered. And I gave her a few details about his past, but I did keep the detail about finding the drugs in his apartment from her.
“I had no idea about the drugs.” Her lips pursed.
“I’ll admit I don’t know much about his relationship with your daughter, so we kinda had been growing apart. I’ve been busy with other stuff, and he seemed to be doing fine. I’m sure I would’ve seen or been notified by one of the guys if anyone saw or suspected he was messing around again.”
She stiffened. “You don’t think Sage did any, do you?”
“Like I said, I didn’t know much about her and him together, so I don’t know much about her at all. But lately it seemed to me Trenton was doing well, and maybe that was a reflection of their relationship.”
She flushed. “I don’t think Sage would ever do drugs. Not after her mom.”
“Her mom?”
“She loved her drugs too much, preferred them to her daughter. She was a waitress for me, and that was how I got to know Sage in the first place. She was just a young girl then. She still is a young girl. Nineteen.” Victoria had a faraway look in her eyes. “I adopted her to try to give her a real shot at life. I want her to have it all. And I know she can be so much more than what her mom was. She can do so much with her life.”
My stomach twisted sourly. “You didn’t like her with Trenton, did you?”
Victoria glanced away. “No,” she said after a long moment. “Do you blame me?”
I wanted to argue, but I stopped and thought about it. She had a point to some extent. “Everyone makes mistakes, right?” I asked after a long while.
“Yes, but—”
“Everyone deserves a second chance, right?”
She said nothing.
“I know he doesn’t seem like the best of guys, especially now that you know about his dark past, his issues, but if she could turn him around, make him a better guy, doesn’t that mean he’s good for her?” A pang of guilt hit me. That damned bag of drugs. That wasn’t good. No doubt about it. Maybe I was just making excuses for him because I wanted him to be a decent guy. I wanted him to turn it around. Maybe I had a blind spot when it came to the guy.
“You’re right. I gave Sage a second chance at life by adopting her. And I haven’t seen Trenton be overly chauvinistic toward her lately. Maybe she is helping him to not be such an…” She cleared her throat. “Ah…”
“Chauvinistic? Maybe he’s been brainwashed by that book and movie about that rich guy who liked to spank his girls.”
Victoria sat up and crossed her arms. “Books and movies aren’t a reason to be an asshole.”
“No, but some guys like to be in charge.”
“To be the alpha dog, huh?”
I grinned and pulled back toward me. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
“I’m not sure I like that idea.”
“Why not?”
“If you’re some kind of alpha dog, what does that make me?” She flushed. “I’m not your bitch.”
“Of course not. You don’t want me to be an alpha, fine. I won’t be. But I still like to be in charge sometimes.”
Her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink. “So long as I get a chance to be in charge, too.”
I reached for her nipple and rolled into between my fingers. “I think I can live with that.”
And we had another round right then and there.
***
After a late lunch, I checked in with the guys. So far, there was nothing to report, which didn’t surprise me, but Victoria was disappointed, and I couldn’t blame her.
“We’ll find them,” I promised.
“Not if we’re in bed all day long.” She glowered at me.
I crossed my arms, flexing them. “You’re gonna pin that on me? If I remember correctly, you pinned me.”
She flipped her hair back, a sexy move that didn’t look practiced and made it all the more sultry. “If we’re gonna…you know…it can’t affect finding them.”
I gripped her shoulders and stared her straight in the eyes. “I promise you. Our activities won’t affect anything.”
Her eyebrows arched at my word choice, and I grimaced. “Activities” wasn’t the greatest term, but what could I call it? Fucking? Sex? Making love? Fucking amazing, that was what it was.
“Good.” She sighed as she nodded, a slight curl to her lips. “I don’t want that to end.” Victoria flushed, and I could tell she didn’t know how I was going to take hearing that.
Honestly, I didn’t know how to take it. She seemed like a great gal and all that, but I wasn’t really looking for a long-term thing. And we only crossed paths because of her daughter and Trenton having gone missing. It seemed kind of random. Or maybe not. Maybe our paths would’ve crossed anyway because of Sage and Trenton. Maybe the universe wanted us together.
I wasn’t the kind of guy to believe in coincidences.
I had seen too much shit over the years to believe things were random. There was a reason to everything, even if we didn’t always know what it was. So, we were forced together. Maybe it was only to find our people. Maybe then we would split up and go our separate ways.
Which was fine. We could enjoy the high stakes and enjoy each other at the same time, and then go back to our lives once Trenton and Sage were found. But what if they weren’t found alive? Could I just leave Victoria to her misery? And I would be crushed, too, if Trenton didn’t make it. He could be a good guy; I know he could. He just had to want it. At some point, you had to cut the strings and let them fly or fall.
