“Let’s give him something worth watching, little one,” he said, his voice low and husky as he ducked his head to kiss her. She matched his kiss, their tongues tangling wildly. “Drive him crazy from wanting you.”
He released her face, grabbing her hand in his and pulling her down the hallway to his bedroom. She turned her head, just to make sure Grant was following. When they reached Van’s room, Grant crossed the bedroom and sank into a chair that was stationed in the corner. Hope pouted at having him so far away, but he just gave her a lopsided grin, his white teeth showing up against the dark of his beard, and he nodded slowly.
Turning back to Van, she watched as he reached up with one hand and tugged the t-shirt up and over his head with one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor. He wore sweatpants, sharply tented by the erection straining beneath the fabric. She ached to put her hands on his body, run her fingers along the sharp edges and flat plains of his abs, up and over the defined pecs, smooth her palms over the muscles that curved and bunched along his shoulders, covered in tattoos.
He stepped forward, cupping her jaw in his hands again. “I’m going to worship every fucking inch of your body, Hope. I’mgoing to take my time as if I have the rest of my life to do so. I’m going to make you come, over and over again, so be prepared; because I won’t stop, even when you beg.”
“Ohmygod,” she whispered, clamping her teeth over her bottom lip. His hands smoothed down her neck to the folds of her long sweater, pushing the material down her arms. She hadn’t changed before Grant had tucked her into his car to bring her here. She blushed furiously, realizing she was wearing what could only be described as a muumuu. The long t-shirt material tunic was a pretty dusty blue color, but altogether unflattering in fit, though it did leave a large portion of her legs and thighs bare. When the duster cardigan had drifted to the floor from her fingertips, Van reached for the fabric at her thighs and pulled it up, revealing first the tops of her thick thighs, then her boy short style panties. Up it drifted, until the softness of her belly was exposed, then the undercurves of her breasts. When he pulled it over her head, it too fell to the floor in a heap.
A lacy, racerback style bralette was all that kept her breasts from being bare and she was thankful she’d changed out of her ugly sports bra before Grant had shown up at her sister’s house. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back as she stared up at Van.
The backs of his knuckles dragged over the swell of each breast above the lace edge of her bralette. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered reverently, his green eyes covering every inch of her with an appreciative, hot gaze. Taking her hand in his, he brought her hand to the bulge tenting his sweatpants, and he groaned when her fingers wrapped around him. “You make me so fucking hard, Hope.”
She exalted under his praise, the filthy, needy words filling her with bravado. She was acutely aware of Grant behind her, could feel his stare on her from where he sat across the room. She wondered if he, too, liked what he saw.
Van hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down, along with his boxer briefs, stepping out of them when they pooled at his feet. Her mouth fell open and she wrapped her fingers around his impressive length, the steely hardness jumping under her touch. A bead of precum leaked from the broad head and she rotated the pad of her thumb over it, making him groan. He pumped his hips slowly, sliding his length through her hand and she watched, ridiculously turned on by it.
He tugged the lacy bralette up and over her head, freeing her breasts, and then his hands were on them, cupping them, squeezing gently, his fingers plucking at her already beaded nipples. She arched her back on a moan, pushing them into his hands and he chuckled, even as her fingers tightened around his length.
With one smooth motion, he slid his hands down her back and into the backside of her panties, pushing them down her thick thighs. Glancing over her shoulder at Grant, she blushed when she saw him, reclined back slightly in the chair, his slacks opened, cock out and in his hand, stroking it slowly. But then his gaze drifted down, and she saw pain and self-loathing flicker across his handsome features, and knew he was seeing the marks left on her from the night before.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered to him, attempting to ease some of the guilt she could see on his face, in those beautiful dark eyes. “Grant…”
His eyes came back to hers. His hand had stilled. Van pressed a kiss to the tip of her shoulder. “Go to him,” he whispered in her ear.
Stepping toward Grant, she braced her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of him, leaning forward and pressing her mouth to his. “I promise I’m okay,” she said, breathing against his lips. “I like to be spanked, remember?”
“Not like that,” he mumbled, though he pecked her lips with his gently, sweetly. “Never again, butterfly. I swear to you, I won’t ever… I can’t ever do that again. You’re too precious to me, baby girl.”
She kissed him, moving to wrap her fingers around his that were slack around his hardness. Stroking him using both of their hands, she hummed appreciatively when he groaned, thrusting into their hands slowly. His other hand came up and cupped one heavy breast, teasing her nipple with his fingers. She breathed out a moan. “Are you going to touch yourself while you watch, big guy?”
A dark, wicked chuckle rumbled out of his chest. “I’m going to try not to come too fast already, butterfly. Now get back to Van and let him fuck you while I watch.”
Feeling naughty, she stepped back just enough to be able to duck her head, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She delighted in the shocked gasp that escaped him, felt his fingers sink into her hair, gathering it away from her face so he could watch as her lips wrapped around him.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth, thrusting up once, twice, but then lifted her off of him, pinning her chin between his fingers and raising her face so she was looking up at him through hooded eyes. “You’re not behaving, baby girl. Don’t make me break my promise and spank you.”
She smiled mischievously and he growled menacingly at her. Then he raised his eyes over her shoulder and grinned darkly.
“Fuck, Hope. Look how hard Van is watching you suck my cock.”
She straightened and turned. Van had sunk down onto the edge of the bed while he waited, but his hand was wrapped around his own cock, stroking languidly. “Did you like that?” she whispered, stepping toward him between his parted thighs and wrapping her arms around his neck loosely.
“Fuck yes,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist, securing her to his front. “I will never get tired of watching you. What pleases you pleases me, little one.” He kissed her then, spiraling his tongue into her mouth. They kissed until she was breathless and wet and aching. When he finally relinquished her mouth, she moaned breathily. “Now, are you going to let me worship this body?”
Nodding, she pushed her fingers up through his blonde hair, stroking it back away from his forehead. “Yes, Van.”
“Good girl,” he murmured huskily, grinning up at her. “I want you to lay down on your back and spread those legs for me.”
She did as he instructed, lowering her body onto the mattress on her back, but then he grabbed her ankles and repositioned her so that Grant would have a better view, and she felt a flush of heat travel down her body. Van settled between her thighs, pushing them apart and up so that he could wrap his arms around the thickest part of them. He smoothed one palm over the butt cheek that had the darkest mark on it and she bit her lower lip at the slight tenderness, despite his gentle touch.
“I know they’re tender… I’ll bet you took these so well, though, didn’t you, little one?” Van asked, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh even as his hands squeezed just below the bruises. “How wet did it make her, Grant?”
“So fucking wet,” he answered from where he sat, and she turned her head to watch him. His chin rested in his fingers, elbow propped on one of the armrests, his other hand still stroking his cock, and his dark eyes were laser focused on her. His eyes softened then, as he murmured, “She did so good, but I didn’t let her come. Make her come for us, Van.”
Grant’s huskily murmured praise and tortured admission turned her heart to fluttering frantically in her chest. Her fingers slid up through Van’s hair as he continued to pepper kissesalong the soft, jiggly insides of each of her thighs. She felt Van hum against her flesh and then his breath misted over her clit and she let her eyes sink closed just as his tongue flicked across that aching bud, once, twice. Her legs twitched where they were draped over his muscled arms and he chuckled darkly before settling in for his meal.
Her head rolled against the mattress beneath her as his tongue flicked, suckled, and teased her mercilessly, before sinking into her tightness. His arms tightened around her thighs, holding her firmly against his mouth. He hummed in appreciation when he felt her inner muscles begin clenching, and she held her breath as she came hard on his tongue, her body bowing off the bed with a sharp cry. Her feet pressed flat against the mattress, pressing her pussy against his mouth as spasms rocked through her.
