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Midway through the performance, he amps up his torment, pushing the pearls aside to circle my clit with his fingertip. With each pass he changes his pressure, sometimes it’s frustratingly light and other times I writhe against his hand.
“Does my greedy little cunt want to come?” he taunts me with a low whisper. “You’re so wet, I’m surprised the whole room can’t hear you.”
My cheeks flame even as I nod and spread my legs wider. I bite down on the inside of my cheek as he slips two fingers inside me. His face is completely impassive as he keeps his eyes on the stage, but when I glance down at his lap, I see the way his cock strains against the confines of his pants.
I start to move my hand toward his lap, but he stops me with a look. I know exactly what is going on behind those green eyes. He’ll spend the night edging and denying me if I touch him. Sometimes that can be fun, but tonight I’m desperate for him.
“Good choice, you stunning little creature,” he says into my ear. “I’ll give my little cum slut orgasms until you beg me to stop.”
Heat lights up my veins as his words get dirtier and more degrading. I still don’t understand my reaction to them, but I don’t ever want him to stop. It makes me feel so small but in ways that also feel precious, like he would go to the ends of the earth for me, because he would.
My fingers dig into the cushioned leather beneath me as his fingers pump in and out of me steadily. It takes every ounce of will power within me to not shift my hips against his hand seeking even more friction. I hold perfectly still, knowing if I want to come, I can’t let anyone see me.
That plan goes to hell when he curls his fingers right over my g-spot. My head falls back, and I stop breathing for a second. Griff and Claire are positioned just perfectly for me to be out of their direct line of sight, but anyone could look back and see me. The first wave of pleasure is just about to crash over me when he pulls his fingers from me, leaving me bereft and aching.
My jaw drops as I look at him incredulously. He smirks over at me as he dips his finger in his whiskey to stir his drink with the two fingers that were just inside me.
“Taste this whiskey,” he says, lifting his fingers to my lips. “Fucking exquisite, isn’t it?” He slides his fingers to the knuckle between my lips, grinning when bite them. “Feisty.”
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5
GRANT
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Liv’s eyes burn me with desire so fierce and a will so strong, it makes my dick leak. I’m aching to bury my cock inside her. It’s been five weeks between seeing each other, and, honestly, it fucking sucks. I miss her every day that she’s away and I’m stuck here. I know that she loves the school and is so fulfilled in Costa Rica, but I miss her here. And I know that Sawyer does, too.
He and I have had many late night and early morning conversations about how we wish we could work out a way to have her around more. It’s a delicate balance to find; we would never want her to think we were trying to control her. We just selfishly want her on our arm for events, across the table from us at meals, and in our beds at night.
Tonight, for example, she looks stunning. She and Claire get along so well, the conversation and banter is effortless. There are so many nights where I would love to see her walk through the door of one of my restaurants or bars.
I glance over at her, and an overwhelming need for her drives me to grab her hand and haul her out into the back hallway. A startled gasp falls from her pouty lips. She’s obviously irritated that I denied her an orgasm minutes ago. But the first orgasm of hers that I get will be for my eyes and ears only.
“Grant, the performances are still going on.” She looks back over her shoulder, no doubt worried about seeming rude.
Just as she opens her mouth to say something else, I push her against the wall, trapping her with my body and claiming her lips. She opens for me, giving me access to every part of her I want, and I want it all. My hand slides down her flat belly and under the hem of her dress. I grip the front of her panties and pull them up.
“Oh God.” Her head falls back on the wall as she cants her hips forward against the friction of the pearls. “Grant, please.”
“Please what?” I pull harder. “Beg for my cock like the needy, little cum slut you are, Liv.”
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers as she grinds against me. “We’re in the hall. Any one of your employees could walk past.”
She moans as I nip at her neck, and I feel it reverberate through every part of my body. I need her. I crave her. Nothing is going to stop me from taking her.
“I don’t give a fuck, I’ll give them a raise.”
I pull my cock out, push the pearls aside, and thrust inside her as she wraps her legs around my waist. I stay still, absorbing the feeling of being buried inside her so deeply. Nothing feels like she does, a chaotic combination of heaven mixed with every sin.
Her fingers slide through my hair as she covers my lips with hers. I let her command the kiss as I slide out of her and back in. Every drive of my hips pulls a whimper from her that I inhale. I’m so obsessed with this woman that I want to own all her sounds, to experience every drop of pleasure she can give me.
“Harder, Grant. Please, please, please.”
I can feel her pussy tightening and fluttering around my cock as I pump into her. Each please increases my tempo until the hall is full of the soundtrack of our fucking. Skin slapping skin. Panted breaths. Desperate whimpers.
She cries out my name as she comes, her cunt around my cock like a hot, wet vice. I barely hold out for a few more thrusts before my own release ricochets through my body. Her legs squeeze me tighter as we both come down.
