Drunk enough to not run the other way when you admitted you’re in a cult?
Drunk enough to want more?
But not drunk enough to say no. All the words I wanted to say resembled yes.
“I’m fine.” I had to say the words slowly so my out of breath lungs and still buzzed body didn’t slur them together.
His tongue crept down my neck, with his body hovering over mine and his hands working quickly to get my snug skirt off. Not being much help, I cranked my hips around from the pure ache that took over my senses. All I felt was the overwhelming urge to let Grimm have me, in any way he wanted, if it meant coming like that again.
The man was a fucking magician with his hands. I could only imagine his skills when it came to his own dick.
Wrangling out of my shirt was easy enough, albeit the room was spinning slightly, but I managed to giggle my way through it. His hands smoothed up my thighs, and I actually felt them quiver under his touch. My arms were outstretched above my head, like I put myself on display for him to get kinky with.
“Grimm...”
“Abigail,” he countered my plea, except he sounded stable and less desperate.
“No teasing, please.”
He didn’t listen to other people to begin with let alone me right now.
Grimm’s tattooed hands crawled into the sides of my panties and yanked down in a hard and fast motion. Suddenly, I didn’t feel just on fire, aching under him; I also felt vulnerable—completely vulnerable and now naked, except for my bra, which I was eager to get off.
He must have seen me struggling when he turned his attention to me. His eyes locked onto mine, slowly lowering himself down on top of me, and I felt his hand unclip my bra expertly. His knees were pressed against the back of my thighs, on my back, and I wasn’t sure when they fell open.
My entire body was doing things with his permission instead of my own. Not that I objected.
Grimm’s lips were soft as they attacked my neck and trailed down my body, leaving sensitive spots for the air to brush over and make my back arch. When his tongue joined in trailing down my body, I stopped breathing all together. All of me was sensitive, on edge, and so achy that all he could have done was blow air on my pussy and I would have come.
Grimm was torture and heaven at the same time.
Without warning, a gasp exhaled from my mouth when I felt his hand cup my pussy and his tongue took a long lick curving up my breast.
The torture was a lot to handle, buzzed or not, and all of me felt worshipped as he took his time enjoying me. No one had stopped to smell my roses, lick my tits, and cup my pussy quite like him.
Looking me in the eyes again, his fingers slipping along my clit between us, and he was looking for another yes. Hellbent on them.
“Grimm, hurry up.” Every part of me strained under his every muscle. Tortured in a way that had to satisfy some kinks for him.
“Calm down. I don't fuck raw. I'm not trying to have kids.”
He was brutally honest. I didn't care. I just wanted him to hurry up before I took matters into my own hands.
My hands were ready to touch myself if his fingers were going to keep teasing my clit. Tattoos, those slits for eyes, the rose rings on either side of his nose, his bushy eyebrows that shouldn’t compliment his features, but they did, and the don’t-give-a-fuck attitude that felt like a challenge. His body this close to mine was all I needed to rub my own clit until I orgasmed.
I've had practice.
His knees forced mine apart more as his body lowered over mine, palms flat against the sheets and the gold chains he always wore dangled against my full breasts.
Normally he looked like a nightmare, but right now? Nothing but a damn wet dream and lady boner.
“Grimm, I want this.” I was begging him to stop toying with me when I felt his knuckles brush up against me lining himself up to me. His tip made my legs quiver even more, anticipating the thrust that came next.
“Fuck. You’re wetter than I expected…” His surprise didn't go unnoticed.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed his sharp jaw, trying to return any kind of favor I could. “How wet did you expect me to be?”
“You shouldn't be this wet for me, Abigail. I'm not a good person.”
Taking matters into my own hands I pushed his shoulders down, and to my own surprise, he let me. If he wasn’t going to make moves, I was.
Hands still on his shoulders, his back pressed against the headboard, I straddled him. Our bodies not touching, yet I felt for his length and shook against his tip finding my clit.
“Maybe I don't want a good person.”
His hands were on my hips, keeping me still in his tight grip. “Abigail.” His voice choked out a firm warning, but I didn't heed it. I sat down on him, feeling myself stretch with every sinking inch. The whimpering, the moans, my body shaking… even with him inside me, I felt out of my body.
Every inch was a new piercing grazing nerves and senses. One I didn’t have the chance to notice when he dominated our foreplay. A sensation I had never felt, it was overwhelming as I sank further down, inviting more of him inside me.
The bars pushed through his thickness horizontally and were touching me in places no one had. If I was really honest, every part of him touched parts of me that I thought were off-limits.
My eyes fluttered down to half-mast, and my body shook already. His hands gripped my hips like a warning when they slid to my back side, gripping my ass just as tightly, pulling me flush against him. My tits no longer bounced with his chest against my own. My clean, tattoo-free skin was stark against his covered skin.
My chest was tight, and I could feel my need to breathe beating against me, but I couldn't exhale right now. Right now, Grimm was doing things I only imagined in my head.
“Fuck. It doesn't even matter how wet you are when you're this tight... Move or I'll make you.”
Without testing his patience, I used his shoulders to provide some stability as I lifted myself off his length just to sit back down on him again. I whined out with my forehead touching his shoulder, every part of me wilted on top of him, begging for him to keep me up.
“Grimm. I... Grimm.”
I was a wreck in the best possible way. My whole body was shaking on top of him. He was tearing me wider than I expected, and every movement felt like I was orgasming a little.
Grimm inside of me felt like the first time an orgasm ever taunted me. I should have been embarrassed, but his cock would take it as a compliment.
“I know. I know, baby.” His hands, full of my ass, rocked my hips back and forth on his length as his lips brushed against my neck. “You're gonna come on top of me like a good girl, and then I'm gonna finish myself right on these tits.”
“I’m...” My voice stalled out, and I felt my body tense under the feelings.
“Yesss…” His green light was all I needed to let go on top of him as my hips stopped moving, but Grimm kept my movements going.
He let me ride out my orgasm until I felt the full body sense of calm after. Returning to moving my hips, he brought his arm around my waist, holding me still from riding him to his orgasm.
“I'm good, babe.”
“What do you mean? You didn't come...”
Lifting me off his lap, he separated us easily and dropped me to his bed carefully. “I did that for you, toots, so you can stop picturing me naked at work. Any more googly eyes, and I was gonna fuck you on my desk with everyone watching.”