But we needed to practice.
“Try again,” I said. “Save the fear for when you’re in the situation. Right now? Don’t hold back. Not with me.”
“You think I’m scared?” she said, her tone flirtatious.
“Eyes, nose, throat,” I said. “Don’t hold—”
She leaped forward, aiming her palm at my nose. This time, she made the hit, and sweltering pain coursed through the center of my face, then waned through my cheeks. After I steadied myself, I pulled her into my grasp without a fight, her legs brushing against mine. She writhed inside of my arms, as if trying to break free. She was pretending. It was for show. She wasn’t trying that hard. “Drop your weight forward,” I said. “Break free.” I sniffed, not sure if I was bleeding. I loosened my grip, trying to give her the freedom to fight, but she jerked to the side and impulsively, I bucked my hips forward. She wriggled into me. Her ass on my cock. My cock twitched. What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t fighting me back anymore.
She looked over her shoulder up at me. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered.
“What are you doing?” I breathed. She grabbed my hands, pulling them hard, and when I didn’t budge, she reached down and caressed me.
Her hand on my gym shorts. The soft layers. My cock stiffening.
She was serious.
“I’m not holding back,” she said as she squeezed my cock. “Are you?”
I spun her around, making her face me, and guided her shoulders to an empty space on the wall. She peered up at me, her eyes twinkling, and I swear she knew the hold she had on me. How badly she was taunting me.
And in the same instance, she had not a damn clue.
“Please, Grant,” she whispered. Her voice needy and submissive, and so unlike her that I knew she meant every damn word. “Please kiss me.”
And so I kissed her, an open-mouthed, harsh embrace. She trembled and I moved her, making her straddle my muscular thigh, and she ground into me, rubbing her pussy on my leg. Warm on my thigh. Wetting her underwear. Her shorts. Mine too. So much desire. It was so hot.
“Fuck,” I growled.
She kissed me back, harsh and rushed and needy, her fingers on the back of my head. She gnawed on my bottom lip, softer this time, and I sucked on her tongue, biting her back. I reached down, moving her shorts and underwear aside, skimming my fingertips over her silky lips. Decadent. Waiting. Eager for me. My fingers were wet with her moisture, her scent wafting up to my nose like honey. I eased a finger inside of her and she gasped, her breathing jagged and wanton. Her pussy clenched around my finger, tightening, squeezing until it hurt, and she quivered in my grasp. A primal urge came from inside of me.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I whispered. I coaxed my finger in and out, ravishing her, watching as she lost control, her twitches gaining in intensity. I eased another finger inside, and she nearly fell apart at the seams. Moaning. Melting. I held her steady, then kneaded her, using my thumb to tease her clit. “No idea,” I said slowly. I leaned down and bit her neck, letting her feel that blinding pain as she neared her orgasm, pain and pleasure colliding, fighting for power. Her lips trembled as she let the orgasm sweep her away, her legs shaking, her eyes blank. I held her, biting and caressing her, reminding her where she was. Here on earth. Here with me.
