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