Page 30 of Grant’s Flame

“Graaant,” I moaned. “Feels so good.” He pinched harder and harder in measured increments, and I let my head loll from side to side while the pain washed over me. Finally, I shouted, “Enough! That’s enough.” When I went to move my arms from overhead to protect my abused nipple, it was no use. In my stimulated haze, I had forgotten I was still trussed up.

Mischievous blue eyes awaited mine in the dark night. “Where did your blindfold go, Blaze?” he asked with a playful grin that was so sexy and devilish, he could charm every pair of knickers off an entire room of nuns.

“It’s your fau—Oohh! Shit! Christ, Grant! Oh my God, yes.” I moaned, still trying to catch a full breath from the first nipple pinching when he moved to the other side. We both had dropped the detective and suspect game at that point and were caught up in each other. I realized, probably much too late, how loud my cries of pleasure had been and did my very level best to keep my lips pressed tightly together so another sound couldn’t escape. But when he latched on to the same sore bud with his wet, perfect mouth, it didn’t matter. Angels were surely singing.

The man looked up over the swells of my breasts to check in with me. “How’s that, baby? Feel better now?”

“Grant. Please. Stop teasing.”

“Oh, I’m not teasing. Tell me, and it’s yours. What do you want? More pain? More pleasure? Both?”

A chain reaction began with the look he gave me. It set off every needy, tingling pulse point between my mouth, which I desperately wanted him to kiss again, and my pussy, which was throbbing and gushing between my thighs.

“Kiss me,” I whimpered.

“Kiss you where?” he taunted in response.

“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?”