by Lily Rede
He wrapped a hand around the base of his dick to anchor himself.
“I’ve pictured you just like this,” he gritted out, “Hold still.”
Scarcely able to believe she wasn’t running for the hills, he positioned the throbbing head at her mouth and carefully stroked her lips with the fat crown, spreading moisture as her excited breaths bathed him in heat. When her lips were glistening and they were both breathing hard, he tilted her chin up until her eyes met his, dark with pleasure.
“Push the camisole down and clasp your hands behind your back. I want to watch your nipples tighten while you suck me.”
GRACE WAS GOING TO self-combust. She knew it was just a matter of time. She wanted to lick his essence off her lips, and her tongue darted out for a tiny taste of musk and salt. She moaned, futilely pressing her thighs together to assuage her throbbing clit.
Okay, that was worse.
Matt scrutinized her and deduced the problem. With a tight grin, he murmured, “Knees apart, Grace. As wide as you can get them.”
Quaking on the inside, Grace did as he asked, splaying her thighs before tugging the straps of her camisole down and pushing the fabric down to her hips. The position stretched the tendons of her thighs and spread her pussy lips, not allowing any relief for her throbbing core. With a whimper, she laced her fingers behind her and shook her hair back, arching slightly.
“Fucking incredible,” Matt muttered, his eyes a blue inferno that raked her from her mouth to her jutting nipples to her clit, and positioned his cock at her lips again, “Let me feel your tongue.”
Long and thick, with a fat, heart-shaped head flushed dark, his cock rose proudly from a neatly-trimmed thatch of golden hair over a heavy sac. Grace felt Matt jerk as she swiped her tongue over the velvet head, nearly groaning as his hot taste filled her senses. He held himself rigid, his abs trembling as he let her play, let her explore the wide collar, the tiny slit, and the veined shaft. He choked when she lowered her head to rub her cheek against his balls, and hurriedly tucked a finger under her chin.
“Suck me off, Grace,” he ordered, his voice a thread of sound.
She complied, and the broad head slid past her lips, which quickly stretched around the rock-hard shaft.
“So good,” Matt murmured, his voice setting off pleasure along every nerve ending.
He hesitated for a moment, and then gently slid his fingers into her hair as Grace started moving, taking him to the back of her throat and drawing back with firm suction to swirl her tongue around the head and stroke the sweet spot underneath. Again and again until his thighs shook, the taste of him heady, the feel of his thick flesh against her tongue deliciously naughty and oh so addictive.
“Your nipples are like tight little pebbles, so pink and sweet. And I’ll bet your little clit is hard as a rock. You must like sucking my cock, Grace. Should I come for you?”
Grace sucked a little harder and he groaned. God, she loved this. Offering up power and control to someone, getting it back by giving him enormous, mind-blowing pleasure. She was going to come without a single touch to her aching clit. Matt stroked her hair, when she would have asked him to tug it lightly if her lips were free. Just the thought had a trickle of moisture sliding down her thigh. He was fucking her mouth now, gently, his hips rocking seductively, still too controlled, but oh, he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
“Fucking perfect,” he bit out and came in a rush, his body tense and sheened with sweat as he filled her mouth, watching her swallow, her lashes fluttering down. He groaned as she continued to hold him between her lips, stroking the still-hard shaft with a leisurely tongue until he jerked away, panting. She licked her lips, taking the last little bit of him with relish, and he moaned.
Grace couldn’t walk if she tried, but she didn’t have to because he hauled her up and swept her into his arms, taking the stairs two at a time up to a masculine bedroom she barely got a glimpse of before he tossed her on the bed. He flipped on a low table lamp and then stood there for a minute, looking down at her sprawled on his mattress. She tried not to squirm as he watched her, and was relieved when he sprang into action, leaving her stockings in place but unhooking her garters and stripping off the pricey camisole to gently drape it over a chair.
How thoughtful.
“Show me your pussy, Grace,” he ordered, turning back, and she clenched hard at the demand and then slowly spread her thighs, reaching her arms up so that her breasts lifted.
Matt knelt at the foot of the bed and cupped her ass, pulling her hips to the very edge, so close that his hot breath gusted over her folds. Holding her gaze, he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue and she bucked. He steadied her with a hand on her abdomen and then stroked her inner thighs with big, warm hands, still gentle, still careful when she needed him harder.
“Please, Matt, I need – ”
“Tasty little pussy, so swollen and pretty. I like you bare like this. I’ll be able to see every detail when I sink my cock into this tight little sheath.”
She bucked again, desperate.
“I need your mouth, Matt. On me, God, please – ”
He grinned, lightly teasing her pussy with gentle licks, savoring her taste but avoiding her throbbing clit, until she was ready to scream. He might need a lesson or two in letting go, but there was nothing she could teach him about sexual torture. The man was a fiend.
“So disobedient. You’ll get my mouth when I think you’re ready. Play with your tits for me, sweetheart,” he murmured and slid his palms under her ass, using his thumbs to open her further. He flicked her clit a few times to get her attention before stroking his tongue down through her slick folds and plunging it deep inside for the naughtiest tongue-fuck she’d ever had, slow and deep and wet. Grace writhed against him, pinching her nipples hard, unable to stop the breathy moans he pulled from her as he drove her higher and higher.
The first orgasm crashed into her like a freight train, and she reached down to grab his head, desperate for an anchor, but he didn’t stop, only licked his way back up to her swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth like a piece of candy. He layered pleasure on top of pleasure until she was coming again, the second orgasm rolling over her like a summer storm, and she cried his name as she shattered.
MATT COULDN’T KEEP THE grin from his face as he kissed his way up Grace’s body as it trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm. He nuzzled her navel, tasted the dip of her waist, and finally introduced himself to the sweet nipples atop the perfect little handfuls of her breasts, one after the other, until they were flushed dark and tight and glistening from his mouth. Then he kissed her mouth, slow and deep, trying to make her feel cherished, to make her realize what an incredible gift she was giving him.
“Mmmm…” she murmured, opening chocolate eyes that brimmed with satisfaction.
He was proud of himself. Despite a few close calls, he’d managed to keep himself in check, keep his hands gentle, keep his moves deliberate. He was hard enough to pound nails again, but he could do this.
“You okay?” he asked as she arched underneath him, a searing press of skin from chest to groin. He was careful not to crush her, though she strained to pull him down.
“I’d be better if you’d fuck me already. You don’t have to be so careful, Matt. I’m not going to break,” she breathed, sliding demanding hands down to his ass to pull his hips more firmly against hers.
His dick jerked against her, nudging her swollen clit, and her breath caught.
“Shit,” Matt said, disentangling himself, “I don’t think I have any condoms. It’s been a while.”
Unprepared idiot, he scolded himself.
Grace pulled herself up as he kneeled up, straddling her thighs, and then leaned over to rifle through the nightstand. He was quickly distracted as she scooted forward to nibble on his abs, scraping sharp little nails down his thighs and cuddling his cock between her breasts. Matt gave up on the search with a groan.
“I’m on the Pill,” murm
ured Grace, and licked his chest, “and I’m clean.”
“Me too. Clean, I mean,” Matt replied, holding her close.
“Good, then we don’t need a condom.”
She smiled, and his heart turned over, but the smile stiffened slightly as he came down over her, again careful not to pin her, gently nudging her thighs apart, and he suddenly remembered.
She needed more.
He couldn’t forget that part of this night was about convincing Grace that he could be what she needed. The romance and sweetness would come, but if she couldn’t be truly satisfied without the edge, then by fuck, he was going to find a way to give her that edge.
Matt looked around the room and felt inspired as his eyes landed on the full-length mirror propped up against the wall. It really needed a frame, and he had been planning to hang it in the hallway, but for the moment, it was perfect. He tugged her up to a sitting position.
“Get on your knees and hold on to the headboard,” he said, injecting a touch of command into his voice, noting how her eyes flared with excitement and she fairly scrambled to do as he asked, putting the ass he loved and her glistening pink pussy on display as her thighs parted for him.
Oh yeah.
Matt slid off the bed and moved the mirror across the room to the opposite wall, carefully positioning it so that he had a clear view of Grace, who was watching every move, her breath coming fast. She watched as he climbed up on the bed behind her, watched as he spread her thighs wide, and then wider, and watched as he positioned himself, rubbing the head of his cock in her juices. She moaned as he slid through her folds to press against her opening. Matt nudged forward a bit and his eyes nearly rolled back at the feel of her molten heat bathing the head of his dick.
Control, he reminded himself.
“Do you want me to fill you, Grace? Do you need my cock?” Matt barely recognized his own voice, “Tell me.”
“God, yes, Matt, please – I need you. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me – ”
Matt groaned at the desperation in her tone and he surged forward into her tight, wet sheath, so hot and so incredibly fucking good that he had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding right away. He pressed forward, hands on her ass as he filled her up, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, his balls snuggled against the damp pad of her pussy.
He looked at their reflection in the mirror, joined, trembling with passion, and knew in that moment that he’d do anything, anything she needed to make her happy.
And that was terrifying.
STUFFED WAS ALL GRACE could think, impaled to overflowing with hard cock that pulsed inside her, pulling forth a hot liquid gush from her core. He was thick enough that her sheath rippled in delight and panic around him, the sheer size giving her that edge of pleasure/pain she’d been desperate for from him.
“Is this what you wanted?” Matt’s voice was a growl, and she gripped the headboard harder as he started to move.
“Yes,” she breathed, and it was.
She could see everything, and that was almost as good as the drag of his shaft along her most sensitive flesh. The bunch of the hard muscles of his ass, the tension in his thighs and abdomen as he flexed, driving into her in steady, deep strokes while warm hands gripped her, holding her gently for his penetration. His cock glistened with her juices with every deliberate withdrawal, and she whimpered as he pressed a hand into her lower back, arching her back and tilting her ass even further.
This was what she wanted. Matt’s hands, positioning her for his pleasure and freeing her from responsibility for anything but responding to his touch.
“More,” she begged, and he hesitated, and then, thank God, he fucked her harder, deeper, until she cried out as pleasure crashed over her.
Matt didn’t let up, but gripped her hips a little more firmly, used his knees to spread her a little wider, and pounded into her pussy as she came again. He slid an arm around her waist, jerked her back against him, and buried his mouth in her hair as he exploded with a muffled shout, filling her up with liquid heat as she watched. It was the hottest fucking thing ever.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MATT WASN’T AT ALL surprised that Grace was reluctant to spend the night, but he gruffly informed her that if she wanted him to even consider handcuffs and nipple clamps down the line, she was required to cuddle for at least an hour. Any opportunity to hold her close.
“Give and take, Grace,” he reminded her as she frowned.
Fifteen minutes later she was out cold, curled up against his chest like she belonged there, and he stroked her hair, her back, the curve of her ass, fighting off sleep so he could savor every little moment, his body humming with satisfaction. The whole night had been a series of surprises, and Matt struggled with the unfamiliar feeling of hope.
This might work, was his last thought before he fell into sleep like a stone.
THE RING OF THE phone was irritating, waking Grace out of a sound sleep only to realize that it wasn’t her cell phone, but rather the landline on the night stand. Matt stirred, but didn’t really wake, only pulling her more firmly against him until she was practically sprawled on top of him. The phone stopped.
So much for distance, thought Grace, nuzzling his chest, breathing in his unique scent, and feeling his heartbeat under her ear. He was warm and big and all those hard muscles and the light dusting of golden hair felt incredible under her, though she needed a shower and was already starting to feel a little sore as she shifted, the little twinges sparking surges of deliciously dirty pleasure to her clit. Talk about rocking her world.
The phone rang again and Matt grumbled, fumbling for it in the dark.
“Hello? Hey, Tony,”
Grace felt Matt’s hand wander down to stroke her ass, and his cock twitched against her thigh. Maybe she wasn’t that sore…
“What?”
He froze, reaching over to turn on the lights, pulling away as he sat up on the bed, running fingers through his hair, treating her to a view of the strong curve of his back.
“I’ll be right there. Send someone over to Grace’s house, right now, make sure Adam’s okay.”
He hung up and she grabbed his arm.
“What’s wrong?”
“Fire. At your neighbor’s house.”
The words had barely left his lips before Grace was scrambling up, looking for clothing until she remembered that her dress was downstairs on the living room floor. She burned hot for a second as images from the night’s fun flashed through her head, but she didn’t have time to think about it right now.
Matt caught her hand as she started for the door, and kissed her gently before she had a chance to protest.
“I’ll be right behind you,” he said, and then he kissed her again, hard and deep, before letting her go, panting, “To be continued, Grace.”
The ten-minute drive back to her neighborhood seemed to take forever, though Grace drove as fast as she dared. She saw the flames before she even reached the street – a column of smoke and fire rising from the Murphys’ house down the block from hers. They were out of town for the weekend visiting their grandchildren, but Grace knew the elderly couple would be devastated by the destruction and just prayed that the Fire Department would be able to save even part of the house.
They were giving it their best shot, and Grace slammed on the brakes just before the roadblock as she spotted Adam sitting on the back of an ambulance, holding an ice pack to the back of his head while a paramedic treated a nasty cut on his forehead. Grace jumped out and raced for her brother.
“Oh my God, Adam! What happened?”
Finished, the paramedic moved back, letting Grace fling her arms around her brother.
“There was someone in the house,” he said, hugging her back, “He knocked me out. I think it was a he. He was wearing gloves and a hood. I didn’t see his face.”
Adam pulled back. He still looked a little dazed.
“I woke up and he was gone, but the door was open, and the house d
own the block was on fire, so I called it in. No one was home, right?” The worry in his voice was evident.
“They’re out of town this weekend. You did the right thing.”
“I woke up and you weren’t here. I thought – what if you were home. He could have – ”
Adam paled.
“He didn’t. I was safe,” Grace said, clearing her throat before continuing, “I was with Matt.”
Adam nodded, though he was surprised.
Matt’s SUV pulled up behind Grace’s car, and he hopped out, assessing the fire with a professional gaze before hurrying over to join them. Adam explained again, and Matt nodded grimly.
“Are you sure he’s not still in the house?”
The possibility hadn’t even occurred to Adam, who looked a little green around the gills.
“Wait here.”
Matt stepped away to greet Evie, who was just arriving with Colin, getting caught up on the latest from Zeke. The couple looked exhausted and slightly disheveled, while Zeke seemed to be digging deep from some fathomless well of determination. After a brief conversation, Matt and Evie headed over to check out Grace’s house, and Grace shivered as her friend pulled her weapon and waved Matt and Zeke behind her.
Colin joined Grace and slid an arm around her as they waited, tense, until the three emerged again, giving the all clear sign and then turning their attention back to the fire, which was nearly out.
“You know, whoever this arsonist bastard is, I’m going to have to kill him with my bare hands,” said Colin conversationally.
“Is he messing with your sex life?” asked Grace, irritated.
“Evie keeps falling asleep on me,” uttered Colin as though it were the end of the world, and he nudged Grace, “Why? Is he messing with yours?”
