“Did someone order the best sex of her life? Coming right up.” – Grinder

 

 

Grinder’s brain was fixated in the lethargic way she had of moving, like she was a ballet dancer treading water, she was an assassin stalking its target, each limb in accordance to the music only she heard, it was fucking magic, swish. Swish. Swish.

Sexy as hell.

His tongue dried then wet in seconds. The confidence oozed out of her and wasn’t that sexy as fuck.

Whereas he fumbled with his belt like a teenager who hadn't touched a real tit in his life. Looking at Luxe made his breathing all funny, it kicked around his chest in irregular chuffs, he wanted to savor her, she would taste like an oak aged scotch on his tongue, and as his Pop says you don't gulp that kind of booze, you savor the fuck out of it and appreciate its expense. "You got no idea what I wanna do, love."

Fingers reached for the buttons on his pants, his hips shunted forward helping her out

"Tell me."

"How do you want it from me? I can give you soft if you need, or take you down to the floor and hammer the come out of you. You gotta decide, Luxe, I'm on a fucking knife edge here."

She shuddered and her breaths became uneven.

“Rough and hard.”

A groan of agreement was yanked off his tongue. “I hope you don’t mind I’m taking charge, I know you wanted to use me,” he rubbed his smirk against her open lips, loving how her head arched back to give him better access.

“No. I like it.”

Thighs so flexible they spread for him with ease. After an eternity and a lot of praying to the Hulk to get himself under control he lifted her up. “I’m taking you to the bedroom, get your legs around me, I need to show you what happens when you cock-tease me.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to fuck my kidnapper.” She chuffed a laugh and he leaned down to bite on that delicate pink bottom lip, tasting how decadent and fucking sweet she was, her taste was like no other and he wasn’t getting cheesy with that, she was a woman like no fucking other.

No woman got him obsessed this way.

“Say---say something else to me. Dirty things, Nathan.”

His cock jerked caught between them.

Want, so fucking huge, crawled up his throat almost strangling him before he got down to the pink and the wet of her.

“The first time I have you, Luxe, you can trust I will watch your tight, little pink pussy while you strain to fit me in and take me to the bottom. I’ll watch you stretch and listen to your ravenous moans taking it, you’ll take it all won’t you, my dirty thief girl?”

Her garbled moan against his lips was his answer. She licked and sucked and drove him mental.

If his brain was banking on doing any real deep depth thinking for the foreseeable it was hell out of luck, all the blood in his body had rerouted to his groin.

She retreated a fraction and he cursed under his breath. “Too much?” a flash of doubt in his chest.

“No,” she leaned in and ran her nose up the side of his face, he heard her inhale hard. “Not too much, just right.”

With an armful of gorgeous woman, he managed, how the fuck he didn’t know since they were joined at the tongues and groins, to get her to his bedroom. He was so drunk on Luxe her sweet, little sex sounds and the way she was yanking hell out of his hair was gonna have this train leaving the station before his pants were off.

“Lick your lips, baby. I want them wet and shiny before I give you my tongue.”

“Are you always this bossy?”

Sucking on her neck he groaned, a hint of grind to his hips, a promise of what was to come. “Usually. Is that okay with you?”

Nails clawed the back of his neck, making him shudder. “Sí. Bed, Nathan.” He’d been meaning to have his hair cut for the summer months but as she tunneled and yanked he was so fucking glad he hadn’t. Hurt so good.

Her next kiss was possessive, controlling, almost aggressive. Hard shudders rocked through him as he stumbled them where they needed to be. It was no easy feat, not the way she sucked and mewled at him. Oh, Jesus.

“Now. Now. Now.” She was chanting.

Oh, fuck. Yeah.

They fell onto his wide unmade bed. “Hold on tight. You’re gonna need to hold tight, baby,” his hands covered hers and directed them to the tall headboard crawled half up the wall when he got in good and tight to her pert little peach-shaped ass.

His bed was the focal point of the whole room with the dark comforter and high headboard and a mattress that felt like he was sleeping on a cloud of orgasms, but all he could see was Luxe and the way she undulated her ass at him, back dipped in the middle, he wanted his mouth everywhere at once.

Fuck, his erection grew, like a missile it arrowed exactly where it wanted to go. “I need to go at you like a savage, do you understand? I had to watch them with you for an hour, do you know what that felt like? To see others touching your cock-bait body. Fucking touching what is mine. I’ll be softer the second time, love.”

He felt unhinged suddenly.

“Oh, god, Nathan. Just do it. I ache.” She descended into rapid Spanish he couldn’t catch. He knew her meaning, she needed him just as badly. Watching her flirt among a roomful of Russians, laugh and let them touch her face, her arm, her ass, Grinder had lost his mind. All he could think of was showing his claim, laying it on her until every slimeball in a mile radius knew who Luxe belonged to. It had been necessary and still he imagined killing every last one of those Bratva until he was swimming in blood.

“I fucking ache. I’m going to touch you every place they did, sweep it away and only leave mine behind,” she gave him the earth-shaking view as she widened her legs and let him see where she wanted him.

Grinder was fast losing focus, fast losing the rein on his control to fuck and own and to have her know only his touch, there was only so much he could take and he hadn’t known his limit until tonight when he’d had to bite his tongue hard enough that he’d tasted blood so it kept his feet rooted to the floor instead of charging to punch Russian’s in the face.

Her addicting whimpers were his saving grace, they grounded him, her hands fisting in the sheets brought him back to reality.

Keep it about, Luxe.

Mine.

Can’t hold off any longer. Mine.

“These tits are mine to touch,” he caressed gently, palming both plump mounds before he reached down and kissed each peak. Next, he gentled his hands along her arms in the same places he’d seen her being pawed. “Hated them touching you. Looking at these tits, though, I did enough of my own looking…I can’t take my eyes off you.” He growled, fingers tangled in his hair, she tugged and forced him to meet her eyes.

“I only remember your hands, Nathan. Touch me some more, get it out and then forget it, sí?”

“Yeah.” Her perfection up close nearly blinded him.

Who got a shot at their fantasy? Not an unlucky asshat. But here he was, his gorgeous, fantasy woman writhing and moaning under him.  

“Oh, God. Dios, Nathan.”

“No one but me is answering those sweet prayers.”

He went about doing everything he said he’d do, brushing his mouth all over her body, replacing touches and leaving only his behind.

Luxe whispering to him sweetly in Spanish the whole time.

And then he really started.

He could hear the shock in her burst of sucked air. Lips and tongue went at her hard clit like he had a war going on, kissing her intimately to force her into an undulated writhe pushing her hips into his mouth. She gave a husky cry. He was going to make her come with his tongue first, give her this or die trying ‘cause he wasn’t lifting his mouth from her center until he felt her quake.

“Fuck, this sweet, little virgin pussy.” Lick. Lick.

“I’m not a virgin….”

Lick. Lick. “Has it quaked from the inside from a cock-orgasm?”

She turned red up to her eyebrows.

“Then it’s a sweet, little virgin pussy until I pound it into a climax so hard you’ll think your back is breaking.”

“Por favor! Don’t make promises, Nathan, just, uh… just keep doing that, feels so good. Please.”

She ground out her pleasure, chasing her orgasm and when it happened the dirty, rotten beggar went nuts pumping his face, thighs shaking under his hands, chanting his name. Her reactions went to his head, of course it did, he was making his girl feel good.

Fucking hell, she was beautiful in the throes, he could see her sparking from the inside.  “Hold onto my shoulders,” he growled climbing on top of her, gripping her under the back of her thighs. “While I ram you deep in your very fulfilled pussy and find my own. Don’t move. God, baby, don’t.” Slick sweat covered his chest from exertion, from holding himself back, now he was gonna unleash, then he was sinking home, and he began surging harder than he intended, couldn’t help it, the sensation assaulting his brain and her moans drove him on.

An invisible vice took hold of the base of his spine, what semblance of control he pretended he still held snapped in half, pressure in his stomach, his balls turned to iron, oh fuck, he was a pumping machine, thrust after thrust, bottoming out, every tight push fisting him until his eyes squeezed shut and she moved her hands from his shoulders into his hair, yanking his head up, Grinder’s eyes pinged open, holding him there … fuck … she wanted his eyes, she wanted to see him lose it. A savage drive of his length into her still-contracting core stole a scream from her throat.

“Is this what you want, beggar? For me to lose my come inside you? You want to be pumped full to the brim of what you do to me, don’t you?” he kissed the side of her neck, worshiping her.

“Nathan … Sí. Sí. Yes.” Short breaths fanned his face, long fingers scraped his scalp, she watched him work through so many fucking pumps of his dick.

He needed something first and by god he hoped he could hold on, already the pleasure was in the base of skull gripping tighter than a monkey with a banana.

Slowing his hips, he turned his thrusts from frantic to slow and purposeful, tilting her pelvis he knew he had the right angle when she shivered and gasped, he went at her in that same spot again, hitting the G with his D.

“There it is, love. That’s it, feels good, doesn’t it, hitting it good? Gonna come for a kidnapper’s cock, aren’t you?”

“Fuck. Oh, my god.” Her neck strained back before her eyes held his, flushed all over, his sweet thief was glistening with sex sweat, her lithe body undulating like crazy as she reached for the good and the out of control. God, he wanted her womb to shake like an earthquake.

His fingers got in on the action, pushing stimulation from all angles, strumming her clitoris, so slippery he ground down and went to town.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” Her felt her thighs begin to tremble.

“Beautiful. Perfect. Jesus, Luxe, you’re perfect.” He pumped her like a wild man.

Grinder had seen a ton of chicks going through these motions, he wasn’t proud to say he didn’t care much for any of ‘em, not really, at the time he’d liked screwing them, but none of those women had made him strive this hard, holding back his own climax by biting the inside of his cheek until he tasted metallic blood. The need to please Luxe was its own reward.

“Come, baby. Come for me.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.  His tip hit the spot every time and she went over in a jagged, shocking scream. The most beautiful goddamn thing he’d ever seen before in his life. He’d never been more hyper aware of his cock, she made him groan low in his throat and hold on to his control until she was finished. Fucking hell, she was slippery and responsive to his every movement.

The clutching and the wet grasping was his undoing.

His climax punched hard enough to cause him to lose touch with reality, it robbed him of oxygen while he emptied, wishing for a dark second he really was filling her with his hot come so he could watch it drip out of her, owning her, marking what was his.

Fucks sake, unwise thoughts, sex so good he lost his mind.

Own her.

The turnaround wasn’t as long as it should take a guy to refuel his fucking balls that just emptied like he was Niagara Falls. Grinder was so pent up for Luxe, they kissed and kissed, until they were both out of air, hands going everywhere, she was murmuring shit in Spanish, maybe one day he’d tell her he understood Spanish, but he enjoyed knowing all the names she called him went under the radar, or so she presumed. His dirty rotten thief was inventive with her insults.

Not tonight though, she was all sweet candy.

“Again.” She said against his mouth when he’d returned from the bathroom and that’s all it took for refuelling, he ate the whimper that came out of her.

God, she was so soft, there wasn’t enough hours to kiss her everywhere as he wanted.

Hard in seconds he got her on all fours splayed out on his bed.

He used a shaken hand to line the broad head of his covered cock through her folds, notching it at her entrance. Because no matter how many women he’d fucked since he began fucking at his tender teenage years, this time it was with Luxe. He was going to have Luxe again and again and it knocked him off his equilibrium, she was like straight up heroin to his brain.

It was like being shot out of a cannon, sex so good he was nearing that undeniable release long before he was ready to.

The organ in his chest attempted to punch free. Things were crumbling around him and he couldn’t figure out what or rouse the need to care. Not when she had her lips on him, scraping them over his skin. Making his stomach seize.

I'm infatuated with a dirty rotten thief.