by Skye Jordan
And as his own passion rose, his grasp on her hair grew tighter, the burn in her scalp hotter, his thrusts harder. He finally pulled out of the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “You like rough…” he panted. “So fucking hot… Never would have guessed…”
Neither would she. But he wasn’t the only one feeling a little insane. She had to be a little crazy to agree to what she’d agreed to.
Grant dipped his head again, but this time focused on her breasts and stroked his tongue across one bud. Liquid heat spread through Faith’s chest and her sex at the same time. Her mouth dropped open, her fingers curled into fists, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Then he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked.
Faith moaned and shivered. “Grant…” she moaned at his temple, “God…”
He scraped his teeth over her nipple, then bit down in teasing pulses while he used his fingers on her other breast. The sensations were wildly excruciating, drawing Faith to the edge of orgasm.
“Take me…upstairs…” she begged.
He pulled his mouth away from her body, turned his head, and kissed her again, stealing her breath. He used the other hand to spread the wetness of his mouth over her breast, teasing her nipple over and over and over, creating a whole new kind of slick friction. His tongue stroked and plunged and spiraled against Faith’s until he finally broke for air. But then he went right back to work on her other breast.
Her whimper for relief fell on deaf ears. Faith’s vision blurred; her head swam. She’d never known she could want someone so badly. Never guessed a desire so intense lived inside her, but she was wild with need.
“Oh my God…” she said, breathless. “Can’t take any more.”
“You can,” he told her, his tone short and final. “And you will.”
Then he teased and tortured her right over the edge into what felt like a mini orgasm. A wholly unsatisfying and superficial orgasm that barely scratched the surface of her need and left her even hungrier than before. The tension drained from her muscles, and Faith slumped back on the wide table, resting her shoulders against the wall while she caught her breath.
But Grant didn’t take a break. “That’s a good start.”
His hands went right for her jeans, popping the button, pulling at the zipper. He tugged them off her legs, fighting and swearing when the wet denim suctioned to her skin. She pushed herself forward long enough to grab a handful of his tee. Then battled with him to give up the cotton until he let her pull it off over his head. And while Faith suffered another heat wave at the sight of all his muscle and bronze skin, Grant focused on her white bikini panties.
All it took was one pass of those big, warm hands over her thighs to rekindle her need. And when his touch passed between her legs and over her sex, her lust spiked. Then his fingers were gone, leaving Faith throbbing again.
Just when she was about to complain, he gripped the low waistband of her panties and curled it around his fingers. He hooked his other hand under one knee and dragged her thighs wide. Faith laid her hands flat on the table for balance. She was in no position to do anything more than watch him study her sex. Watch him pull her panties taut. Watch him work the fabric into the folds until her swollen clit pressed taut against the silk.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “That is juicy perfection right there.”
He playfully jerked on her panties, pulsing the pressure against her clit just enough to make her writhe. The fingers of his free hand slipped underneath the bunched fabric and stroked her opening. Faith drew a sharp breath, and her sex clenched in automatic reaction.
Grant chuckled under his breath, settled his gaze on her face, and watched her reaction as he stroked her and stroked her and stroked her. And fuck, that felt beyond amazing. Faith pushed up to her hands for leverage, then lifted her hips into his touch.
“You like my fingers on you?”
“Yes…” The words came out breathless and completely wanton.
“Do you want them inside you?”
She choked on a sob of desire. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He scraped his lower lip between his teeth and pulled his hand from between her legs. Opening his hand toward her, he leaned close and whispered, “Look how wet you are.”
Her gaze refocused on his hand and the glistening surface of his fingertips. Then followed the sight right into his mouth. She pulled in a sharp breath, shocked at the raw eroticism. But when Grant closed his lips around his fingers, moaned in pleasure, and closed his eyes in an expression of bliss, lust flooded Faith’s body.
She leaned into one hand and reached for his waistband with the other. Grant easily caught her wrist and pressed her hand back to the tabletop, his gaze hot and determined on hers. “No. Hands. While yours stay here”—he released her wrist and brought his hand between her legs—“mine stay here.”
And with his eyes on hers, silently demanding she hold his gaze, he circled her opening again, until Faith couldn’t hold still anymore. She lifted and rocked toward his touch, making Grant smile, a hot devilish little smile.
“Baby, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight. Because I have so many things I want to do to you.”
And then he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation stole Faith’s breath. She was so absorbed in the feeling of penetration, everything in her line of sight blurred. Deeper, deeper, deeper…until Grant’s hand pushed against her body and Faith’s breathing became labored.
“Oh…fuck…” she barely whispered, her eyes rolling back. “Feels…soooooo gooooooood…”
The pressure eased as Grant pulled back.
Faith grasped his wrist and fell a little off-balance. “No,” she begged, meeting his eyes. She pressed her forehead to his. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
Instead of pulling the rest of the way out, Grant thrust home.
“Ah…” Her body tightened and flooded with a kind of ecstasy she’d never experienced. She cried out and dropped her head back, body quivering.
Grant pressed a kiss to her throat, then murmured at her ear, “Let go of my hand and grip the edge of the table.”
She obeyed.
“Next time you touch me without permission,” he rasped, “I’m pulling out and taking all this pleasure with me.”
No, no, no. She closed her eyes and swallowed, preparing herself to be patient.
But Grant started moving again. Moving inside her. Deep, deep inside her. Strokes, shallow thrusts, and pressure. Lots of pressure. The kind of pressure that made her want to move and beg. The kind that made her insane.
“I want…to come…” The words fell from her mouth.
“You’re so impatient. We’re going to have to work on that.” He pulled from her body, and she felt so empty. But then he was back, pushing in with what felt like two fingers, bringing more pressure.
“Fuck, yes. Oh God…” He did something that made her burn and ache and crave.
“You like that?” he murmured, thrusting deep and slow with thicker penetration.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned and cried out and whimpered her pleasure. “Yes, yes, so good.”
“You’re tight, baby.” He pushed, then circled, stretching her body until she burned while rubbing places that made her want to scream. “You’re gonna clamp down on me like a vise, I’ll lose it on my first plunge.” Another moment of excruciating torture, and he murmured, “Okay, baby, give me some juice.”
He stepped back, bent, and pressed his mouth to her silk-covered clit. The shock of it vanished when the warmth of his mouth overwhelmed her sex. She released the table to grab his head, but realized what she was doing and slapped her hand down on the wood again.
Grant pulled back enough to stroke the throbbing, silk-trapped flesh with his tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth. She cried out and bowed. The touch was whisper soft and warm, shocking her body with shards of intense pleasure and flooding her sex with languid heat. While ins
ide her, he continued to do something that created a delicious pressure that kept rising and growing and intensifying. The way he watched her moan and writhe, knowing she was helpless to do anything but absorb his assault, taking what he gave, the way he gave it, added a dark, edgy intensity to the thrill, and nearly drove Faith out of her skin.
“Please, please, please…” She panted, openly begging. “Oh God…please Grant…”
Instead of licking her clit, he dragged his teeth over the silk. Bursts of electric pleasure stabbed her sex and made her whole body jerk. Then he came back with slow, smooth, warm pressure from his tongue, and Faith bowed backward, dropping her head, letting her mouth fall open on a moan. Grant rewarded her with a long moan that vibrated over her sex.
He repeated the scrape. The lick. The moan.
Faith’s fingers were numb on the table’s edge.
Scrape.
Lick.
Moan.
“Fuck…” Her entire body trembled with the need for climax.
Scrape.
Lick.
Growl.
“Grant—” She opened her eyes, lowered her head, and found his eyes on her.
She watched his mouth move over her in the scrape.
She flinched, trembled…
His tongue stroked her, slowly. But this time, with his eyes locked on hers, he continued to lave her in a lazy, hot back and forth. And he pushed deeper with his fingers. Did something that created more pressure.
A sound of surprise ebbed from her throat as she rose to the edge. Grant used his free hand to spread her sex and took her silk-covered clit between his lips, sucking and licking. Sucking and licking.
All the pressure and heat coalesced, and the orgasm roared forward, breaking in a full-body explosion. Every muscle contracted, bowing her back, twisting her waist, contorting her arms. Flash after flash after flash of ecstasy blasted through her body finally releasing her only long enough to draw air before another wave of blissfully decadent tremors racked her body.
Grant drank in the wild sight of Faith’s beautiful body twisting and convulsing with pleasure. He always took satisfaction in a job well done. But this… There was something different about this. Something fierce. Something intense. He didn’t know what, exactly. He just knew he’d never taken any woman’s pleasure as seriously as he took Faith’s. He’d always been aggressive on the ice and assertive with women, but in the bedroom, he lay back, let the woman do her thing and find her pleasure.
He had no idea where this sudden need to possess her had come from. But it burned so hot, Grant felt like it was eating a hole in his gut. A hole that could only be filled by filling her.
When she listed back against the wall, limp and panting, Grant kissed a path down the inside of her thigh, to her knee. He sat back on his heels, pulled out his wallet, and dragged out a condom.
All he could think about was pushing into all that wet heat. Driving long and hard into a pussy so tight, it would take everything Grant had to last until she came again. Later, he’d fuck her until she’d had more orgasms in one night with him than in her whole relationship with Dillon. Later he’d show her the array of orgasms awaiting her until she was so wrung out, she begged for mercy. And before the sun rose, he’d be introducing her to some rougher, edgier play sure to fire her up for the rest of his time in town.
With the condom in place, his jeans clinging to his hips, Grant dragged her panties over her hips and down her legs. He left them on the floor with the rest of her clothes and dragged her upright by her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him with a long, deep, wet kiss that flashed fire back into his veins. Her mouth was loose and soft, her tongue searching and hungry. Her hands threaded in his hair and her head tilted to take the kiss deeper while her legs wrapped around him and pulled him in.
Grant stroked her body, memorizing the curves while heat and pressure continued to build at the base of his spine. He trailed his hands down her sides, over her hips, clasped her thighs, and lifted her from the table. With one turn, he pressed her back up against the wall and rocked his erection against her pussy.
She moaned into his mouth and pushed a hand between them, circling and stroking his cock. Sensation ripped a path through his pelvis and up his spine. He broke the kiss on a curse and covered her hand with his.
“You want this?” he asked.
She licked her lips. “So bad.”
He moved her hand from the tip farther down the length where his girth took a significant turn, and watched her eyes widened. “You want it all? Because it’s all or nothing, Faith.”
“I want it all,” she said without hesitation.
The girl was ballsy. He released her hand and gripped her chin. Anticipation made Grant’s mouth water. “Then take it. And look me in the eye while I fill you with every fucking inch.”
Lust sparked in her eyes, and her lids lowered another fraction. She was the most unique combination of sweetness and seductress. She liked the dirty talk. Liked the rough stuff. Let him have control, then played by his rules. She took her share of discomfort to get to the reward of extreme pleasure.
She was very close to winning Grant’s complete respect.
But those thoughts vanished as Faith rubbed the head of his cock across her pussy, settling him at her entrance. She pressed her hand to his abdomen and licked her lips again. Grant didn’t waste a second; he rocked his hips and pushed his head into her heat.
She inhaled sharply, and her eyes glazed over. Another wave of pleasure flooded Grant’s body, and he gritted his teeth around a groan. But that didn’t control the need to move. And after controlling himself so completely while delivering pleasure to Faith, he let go now, withdrew, and thrust again, still just a couple of inches.
“Oh fuck…” he rasped. She was so goddamned tight. And hot. And slick. And soft.
She was fucking heaven. And he was so fucking high on her.
“More,” she murmured. “Feels so good.” Her hand clutched at his gut, her nails scoring his skin. “More, more, more.”
Her little pleas in that cloud-nine voice was as effective as her pussy around his cock at making him give her exactly what she wanted. He tightened his hand on her face as if that would give him a deeper connection and held her gaze as he thrust.
“Ah…”
Her little high-pitched sound of pleasure and surprise spurred him, and he rocked back, contracted the glutes he worked on all year and thrust again.
“Oh God…” She tipped back her head, pulling from his grasp, and hit the wall. “Again, again, again.”
“Look…at me,” he ordered in a voice that sounded like something from The Lord of the Rings.
She lowered her gaze, but her head listed sideways and ended up resting in his palm. And that was where she stayed as he thrust until he’d scored a path for his entire cock into her pussy and his balls slapped her flesh.
Then, leaving her shoulders against the wall, he took a step back, putting her body at a forty-five-degree angle to his. Her breath came fast and shallow. Her skin was smooth and flushed. Her body toned and supple. God, she was gorgeous. And all his.
All his.
His gut fluttered. He didn’t understand the thrill of that. Or the drive to exploit it. But he’d have to think about that later, because his body was out of patience.
He pushed Faith’s head upright and closed his fingers in her hair until she winced. “Are you ready to scream, Faith?”
Already panting, Faith licked the seam of her lips. And nodded.
Grant pulled out, engaged his glutes, and thrust. And his first free, rabid drive into Faith Nicholas was more glorious than his best fantasy. Smooth. Soft. Warm. Slick. And so fucking tight. Heaven. Absolute heaven.
Faith’s hips hit the wall. The head of Grant’s cock slammed Faith. And she cried out, half shock, half pleasure.
His second drive was euphoric, ending in another cry of pleasure from Faith along with a tight squeez
e of her pussy.
Grant put all of himself into his work, his mission, and this moment. Faith on display and at his mercy. Her perky tits rocking, her abdominal muscles flexing, his cock impaling her sweet pussy. Their bodies in perfect sync, striving for the same goal—mutual ultimate pleasure.
“Ah God, Grant—” Her fingernails dug into his forearms, and the sting added an edgy excitement. “Grant, fuck… So good.”
Sweat slipped down his temple. It felt amazing. This was great sex. The kind that worked up a sweat when you didn’t notice because it was so good, it hadn’t seemed like work at all.
Faith lifted to meet him, and Grant put more power behind his thrust until his balls stung with each hit. And fuck that was good. Everything about this was good.
He gritted his teeth and growled, picking up speed to satisfy Faith’s demands, which drove his own. Faster than he preferred. Damn woman. She fucked up his control.
“Oh my God… Oh my God…” She half laughed, half cried the words, arching, head dropped back, every muscle in her beautiful body stretched tight. A sight Grant wished he could memorize. “Ah, fuck, Gra—”
Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy cranked down on Grant’s cock so hard, his throat closed. His body broke, and his orgasm slammed through him like a lightning crack. He lost his balance and put out a hand to catch the wall, wrapping his other arm around Faith, and steadied them as they both floated back to baseline.
Once Grant’s muscles released the last orgasmic quake, they gave. Still, he reluctantly pulled from Faith’s body, making a mental note to take her to bed next time so they could both sink into a comfortable mattress after. Then set her down. She wasn’t any more stable, using the wall to keep herself up.
