“Things like what, Lou?” I rub my thumb up and down her calf, trying to keep her settled enough to explain. “I won’t judge.”
“Rough.” She says the single word with roughness of its own. Raspy and a little afraid. “I like to be fucked, Grady. Like you hate me. Like you want it to hurt.” A single tear spills from her eye as she pulls my hand up to her throat. A shiver rocks through her, and I want to pull it away, but I don’t.
I can’t.
Though, I don’t know if I can give her exactly that, either. Not after what he did to her. I won’t be the replacement image of him, not in that way. I want to replace his pleasure with mine. I want to replace his pain withmypleasure. I don’t think I can give her exactly what she wants, but I’ll do my best to give her what she needs.
“Noted,” I say. Then, I reach for the lace that covers her cunt and rip it off her. She gasps but spreads her legs wider, allowing me the room needed for my head to settle between them. Honey. Even at her core, she smells of it. I inhale heavily, peering up at her, making sure she’s watching. “Do you taste as beautiful as you look and smell?”
“I…I don’t, oh fuck,” she says, her body sagging back as I lick deep.
Not adding my fingers, I do what I can with my mouth, driving her to the point of neediness so badly that her handscome back to my head. Her hips begin a rhythmic motion as she holds my face where she wants it. I nip her clit, and her excitement is tangible in her wetness. She gushes, she whimpers, she tries to get her pussy closer to my mouth. I’d have to climb inside to be any nearer. I would if I could.
I’d bathe in her honey. Wear it like a cologne. Like a fucking badge of honor. She’s fucking gorgeous, still thin, but she hasn’t lost all her curves. Her skin is a blank canvas of glistening silk except that one small word newly inked. I want to mark her. Not with scars, not anything that she would wear on her body. I want to be a talisman on the inside.
“Grady.”
My fingers find her mouth. I shove two in, sliding between her lips, but massaging her tongue with them. A kind dominance, if such a thing exists.
“Come on my tongue, then, you can suck my cock,” I tell her, using my other hand to press on that tender bundle of nerves. She bites down on my fingers and writhes on my mouth. Before another minute passes, she’s coming. Her body tenses, fingers pulling my hair with a burn I don’t hate, and the most delicious combination of foul words flows from her lips. “Gorgeous.”
Lou pushes me over to my back, hurrying to help me pull my boxer briefs down. She stills and licks her lips before raising an appreciative eyebrow at me.
“Let’s see how you take it,” I say and watch her playfulness turn back to arousal. I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been when she takes me in her mouth. Slowly, inch by inch. It’s torture to not drive into her. She probably expects that, but I don’t want to be what she expects.
So, I hold still for the first couple of minutes, tenderly playing with the hair at her temple as she bobs up and down. It wouldn’t pain me any to stay like this longer, or forever. It’s hot as fuck watching her take me fully into her mouth, never breaking eye contact with me. Except this isn’t really what I want. I suspect it isn’t what she wants either.
I fist her hair, pulling until I see the widening of her gaze. The thrill. Only then do I pump my hips up, making her gag. Still, she doesn’t break eye contact. Still, she shows me that she likes what’s happening. Not what’s happening to her, but what’s happening between us.
“You’re a good cocksucker, Lou,” I tell her and, swear to God, I see stars in her eyes. She likes dirty talk. Maybe even tinged with some degradation. “Will your cunt take me just as deep?”
She licks me from base to tip before she answers. “There’s only one way to find out.”
“There’re condoms in my jeans,” I tell her, gesturing to the front seat where I left them. Lou stretches over the console, giving me the best view of her ass. I swat it playfully, and instead of laughing, she moans. “You like that, Lou?”
She hums, wiggling her ass as she reaches behind her to hand me the condom she’s dug out of my pocket.
“Stay there, then,” I tell her, swatting it again before I unwrap the condom and slide it on. Positioning myself behind her, I play with her cheeks. Kneading, rubbing, running my thumb through her wetness, spanking a few more times until she’s practically shaking with desire. She’s easily responsive. It doesn’t take much, at all. I can’t help but wonder if that’s from lack of sexual activity of late, or maybe she thinks she needs more than she does.
I lack all the details of her relationship with Pierre, or how she was before him. It’s possible that her tastes ran more vanilla until him. That his preferences rubbed off on her over time. Or that, as their relationship progressed, and the more abusive he became, the more stimulation she needed to get off.
Then again, this could have always been her kink. There’s no shame in it. However, I’d like to understand it better. I’d like to understand her more.
That will have to wait until another time, though. Right now, I owe her another orgasm.
Sheathed, I pull her hips back enough to line my tip up. With a hand at the base of my cock, I pull through her, circle around, drive her closer to the edge without actually entering. Because I know that when I do, I won’t last long.
The last time I was with a woman was a long time ago, now. Sex is great, it’s fucking fantastic, but it’s not that high of a priority for me, these days. Not since Brenda and I separated. Not since I came home to rebuild a life.
I need Lou ready.
“Grady, please.”
“Not yet, Lou. Soon, but not yet,” I say. “I wish you could see what I see. The way the blood rushing to your pussy has turned it the prettiest shade of rose. The greedy way she tries to suck me in when I get close enough.”
“Please,” she pleads, trying to press down on me, but I shift away and swat her again. Just a tinge harder, this time. Enough to make an impression, but not enough to leave a mark. I won’t behim.
“You’re needy,” I tell her, once again, winding her hair around my hand and raising her chin in the process. “Tell me what you need, Lou. Say it.”
