“On my mouth. Kiss my mouth, with your lips and tongue,” I husked and quickly added, “and don’t stop until I say stop.”
Grant moved to lie over me, his grin growing wider while he did so. “Don’t get carried away now.”
“Please,” I begged and didn’t feel an ounce of shame about it. The man was on me then like a firestorm. Raging flames licked up my body where his hands caressed, leaving trails of scorched, needy skin in their paths. The span of his broad grasp, from thumb to pinky finger, covered more than half my torso in one possessive stroke. When I tried to arch into his palm to guide his ministrations, the bastard just chuckled.
“Baby,” he coaxed. “Just relax. You don’t have to try to force me into doing what you want. Just feel me on you. Feel me touching you and kissing you.” He brushed strands of hair off my forehead and kissed the spot before pulling back to look at me hungrily.
“I need to taste you. It’s all I’ve been thinking about today.”
Exactly why was he seeking permission now? Grant Twombley didn’t ask for permission in the bedroom. He took what he wanted, and his partners thanked him with standing ovations.
“Please don’t let me stop you, Tree,” I said, my voice sounding so seductive I barely recognized it. But then… “Grant?” I asked, and he quickly stopped the busywork of moving the halves of my sundress from between my thighs.
His concerned look was like an arrow piercing my heart. A direct hit right through the center and exiting cleanly through the other side. Hastily, I schooled my facial features and choked down the emotions that his one look evoked. Instead, I plastered on my best sexy, sly smile. My expression to match the siren’s voice I had just used to invite him to the feast I was serving between my legs. He totally bought the cover-up, too.
“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”
Well, I thought he had.
But I couldn’t be bothered with all that at that moment. Messy emotions and all that went with them. Hard pass, thank you very much. I did that once before, and I saw where it got me. I was feeling more and more certain going back there ever again wouldn’t be in the cards for me. How much pain could one person endure in their life?
“Can you bring my arms down?” I tried for a demure smile. Not sure how well it would work, but it was worth a try. When Grant just stared back at me, I said, “Please, Grant, my shoulders are getting stiff, and I really want to touch you.”
“I’ll compromise with you. I’ll bring them down to your lap, but not taking the cuffs off,” he explained between drugging kisses. My head actually felt like it was spinning when he pulled back to deal with my arms.
In an unexpected move, he swung one leg across my body to straddle my torso. The position put his cargo shorts–covered erection directly in my face. There was no way in hell I was going to miss the opportunity to get naughty with him so close to my mouth, nose, and frankly, every other part of my face I could rub up against him.
A quick assessment and a lot of natural instinct inspired me to reach through his slightly parted legs with my bound forearms and pull him against my face. I nuzzled the bulge in his shorts with my cheek and nose and inhaled the fresh scent of fabric softener. When I looked up to see what the bossy man thought of my behavior, he was watching me with dark, hooded eyes. Slowly, I let my lids drift closed and pressed my lips to the outline of his cock, imagining that it was his skin I could feel beneath my lips and not the thick fabric of his shorts. I crushed him more firmly between my face and my tied hands around back, and he let out an audible groan.
Yes! Finally…
But then he grasped my shoulders and separated our bodies by a few feet. “You’re a troublemaker, aren’t you?” he asked, trying to look stern but ending his question with a grin on his lips.
I tried to muster a look of disbelief.
“Don’t even,” Grant rebuked.
“The last thing I was thinking about making while that giant, hard dick was in my face, Grant, was trouble,” I guaranteed the man. “Did it feel good? When I was rubbing my face on it, I mean?” Maybe goading him would help break down this wall, or plan, or whatever the hell he had in mind.
“Yes, Blaze. It felt amazing. But I want to finish what I was just getting started. By that, I mean eating your pussy. Then I’m going to put my giant—as you called it—cock in you and ride you until you’re begging me to stop. And I may not even then.” He leaned down and touched the tip of his nose to mine and said, “So how does that sound?”
“Oh—oh—okay,” I stuttered, not knowing how else to respond to his comment.
“Just okay?” He grinned while asking and backing down the sunbed to the end, where he stood.
“Well, no.” I sat up a bit, leaning back on bent elbows. “I think that sounds like the best idea I’ve heard in quite some time. You just have a way of flustering me with the things you say. I’m not used to a man speaking to me the way you do.”
“Do you like it, Blaze?” His voice was low and scratchy, and I wanted to rip my own panties off and light a flare down by where he should be instead of where he was standing.
With his stare fixed on mine and his long fingers locked around my ankle, he lifted my leg up to his mouth and kissed the inside of my ankle. The delicate skin was so sensitive, visible goose bumps spread up my entire leg.
“You like that,” he commented, not really needing my input.
“Feels so good.” I sighed, flopping back down flat. From this position, I wouldn’t have to look at his face when I said the next part of what I was thinking. “Grant, please. God, please, here. Just put your mouth on me here.” I slid my hands down between my legs and pulled my dress up until it was bunched around my waist. The cool night air washed over my overheated flesh.
“You’re trying to kill me. These pale-pink panties are perfect for you. On your milky white skin. You look like you’re glowing under the moonlight,” Grant said in a low voice.
He positioned himself on the sunbed again, this time between my legs. Nudging my thighs apart to accommodate his body, Grant got comfortable sitting back on his heels and surveyed my entire body.
“Touch yourself while I watch you,” he gritted.
“Grant, nooo.”
He shot his heated look up to meet mine. “Pardon?” he challenged.
“Seriously. Why are you fucking around so much tonight? Either eat me out or don’t. Shit. Now you’re just pissing me off. Take these off my wrists. I don’t want to do this anymore.” I shoved my bound hands in his face.
“Rio,” he warned.
“No, I’m fucking serious. There’s playing, and then there’s going too far. And this is going too far. Free me, or I will find one of the crew members to do it.”
In a flash, so many things happened, I couldn’t catalog the order of events. Grant grabbed the links that connected the two wrist cuffs and yanked so hard I flew into his lap. I was pretty sure if he hadn’t caught me, I would have continued straight over the railing and into the Pacific Ocean. The boat would’ve kept on cruising, and no one would’ve even known I was missing…maybe ever.
After my body was flush against his and we were both panting, he devoured my mouth so forcefully I thought I might have a fat lip. My barely concealed grin threatened to give away that I was enjoying his roughness.