“I love these,” Grover said, his voice a full octave deeper.
“Clothes off,” Sierra ordered almost breathlessly. She needed to touch him. Needed to feel him on top of her.
To his credit, Grover didn’t stop to ask her if she was sure. He didn’t even hesitate. He reached for the fastening of her pants.
Sierra brushed his hands away. “Your clothes off,” she clarified.
In response, Grover smirked down at her. “Only if yours come off too.”
“Race ya,” she said with a grin.
After spending two weeks solid with him, she learned that Grover was more competitive than anyone she’d ever met. She wasn’t ashamed of using that against him. In two seconds, he’d ripped his shirt off and was reaching for the button of his jeans.
The only reason Sierra won the competition for who could get naked fastest was because Grover had to step off the bed to remove his pants and boxer briefs. She was able to simply shove hers down her legs and kick them off, her shirt and bra already off.
Grover hesitated at the side of the bed. His cock was long and thick, and she could see a bead of precome at the tip. As she stared at him, he stroked himself, twisting his wrist when he got to the head. Sierra couldn’t help but lick her lips.
Without a word, Grover turned. With his free hand, he wrenched open a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. He pulled out a box of condoms and struggled to open it with one hand. Sierra could’ve offered to help, but she was too busy ogling him.
There was no doubt about it, Grover was a beautiful man. He might not like that adjective, but there really was no other word to describe him. He had muscles everywhere, and when he moved, they rippled under his skin. His belly was flat and it looked to her as if he trimmed his pubic hair, which made her smile.
“What are you smiling about, woman?” he growled as he finally got the box open and pulled out a condom.
“You,” she said simply. One hand moved down her body and she lightly stroked herself.
Grover’s eyes locked between her legs as he climbed back onto the bed. He straddled her legs, and Sierra jerked when his cock brushed against her bare skin, leaving a smear of precome behind.
Her fingers moved faster on her clit and she spread her legs as far as she could, which wasn’t far at all, since his knees were on either side of her thighs. As she played with herself, Grover rolled the condom down his length. Sierra was glad he was prepared. She knew they’d need to have a talk about birth control and their sexual health, especially since she’d been in captivity for so long, but for now, she just needed him. The talk could wait.
She loved how Grover couldn’t take his eyes from between her legs. She’d never felt sexier. Never felt as if a man was going to die if he didn’t get inside her. But that’s what the look on Grover’s face was communicating. He bit his lip and his chest heaved. He took hold of his cock and squeezed the base, as if he was seconds away from coming, even before getting inside her.
Reaching out, Grover ran a finger between her pussy lips. She moved her hand but he shook his head. “No, keep touching yourself,” he ordered.
Eagerly, Sierra brought her fingers back to her clit. The worst thing in the world was being turned way the hell on, but having a man who was more concerned about getting himself off than making sure she had an orgasm as well. She was glad to know that wasn’t going to be an issue with Grover.
“I’m big,” he said unnecessarily. “I don’t want to hurt you. Make yourself come, make yourself nice and wet for me, Sierra. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Damn, his words were bossy as hell, but such a turn-on. Sierra flicked her clit faster. Grover gently pushed a finger inside her body as she touched herself, and she tightened her inner muscles around him.
“Damn,” Grover said on an exhale.
Sierra grinned.
Her smile faded as he added a second finger and began to slowly thrust in and out of her soaking-wet body.
Then she couldn’t think about anything other than chasing the orgasm that was quickly rising within her. She’d masturbated for the first time after being rescued when she’d returned from New Mexico. She’d lain in her bed at her parents’ house and fantasized about Grover. She came with visions of him bracing himself over her, smiling down at her tenderly.
But damn if the reality wasn’t so much better than her fantasizes. She felt herself getting closer to the edge and moved her fingers even faster over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“So damn beautiful,” Grover rasped.
Sierra tried to widen her legs once more, but moaned in frustration when she couldn’t. She felt Grover moving, and the next thing she knew, she was spread eagle. He’d moved between her legs and widened his stance, shoving her thighs wide. She couldn’t stop herself from thrusting up against his fingers, which were still lazily pumping in and out of her.
“More,” she begged.
“Come for me,” he said.
Sierra reached up and gripped his biceps with her free hand as she frantically strummed her clit. Her stomach tightened and her thighs shook when she finally went over the edge.
The second Grover realized she was coming, he removed his fingers from inside her and she felt his cock replace them. He pushed inside her even as she thrust against him, lost in the throes of the monster orgasm that had taken over her body.
She vaguely felt an uncomfortable pinch as she adjusted to Grover’s size and girth as he thrust inside. Then he pushed her hand aside and used his thumb to roughly flick her clit.
Sierra shrieked and bucked against him, her already sensitive clit desperate for relief. But of course she couldn’t dislodge him, he was too big. Too heavy. His caress flung her over the edge once more. All she could do was hold on as the erotic torture continued.
As she squirmed and thrashed under him, he began to thrust. Hard.
There was no finesse to his movements, Grover’s hips pistoned fast, prolonging her ecstasy as he took his own pleasure.
It didn’t take long for him to come. His entire body stiffened as he thrust inside her body once more, going deeper than anyone had ever gone before. He held himself still as a deep flush spread up his chest as he moaned loudly and came.
After a few deep breaths, he looked down at her face…then his gaze moved to where they were joined and he began to manipulate her clit once more.
“Grover,” she complained weakly, but he ignored her plea.
“Come again,” he ordered. “I want to feel it on my cock a second time. I was concentrating too hard on not exploding myself before.”
Helpless to do anything other than obey, Sierra felt her body shaking and working itself back up to another orgasm. She’d never come more than once while making love in the past. The next was less intense but no less earth-shattering.
Grover moaned as she tightened around him once more and the lust in his eyes was enough to make Sierra feel absolutely beautiful. And powerful. She’d done that. She’d reduced this larger-than-life man to an out-of-control animal.
When he removed his fingers from her clit, she sighed in contentment and a bit of relief. He eased back, and they both moaned at the feel of his cock sliding out of her slick folds. He got up and headed for the bathroom and was back before Sierra could get her bearings. Grover climbed onto the bed, rolled to his back, and dragged Sierra into his arms. She draped practically on top of him, and he pulled one of her legs up so it was on top of his thigh.