“Sex with a kidnapper. Isn’t it on every woman’s bucket list?” - Luxe

 

 

Their second time was faster than the first, as though their hunger had tripled instead of waning. There’s no words to describe what it felt like to be ridden by Grinder with his do-me slabs hanging on his torso. The man was hard all over. And he lived up to his name, that was for sure.

There was no part of her body he didn’t worship, didn’t make feel like it was the first time being touched.

This way, that way, he had her every which way he could bend her body and she fucking loved it all.

They came quickly at the same time. She came everywhere. No part of her body was left out of the drugging pleasure. They came slow and languid, fingers digging into flesh just to hold onto something solid while the pleasure became a forest fire.

There was no getting around the embarrassing amount of times she’d cried out his name.

Or pleaded to him for more.  

She thought being desired was the pinnacle of any sexual experience, that’s how it’s always been in her history. How wrong Luxe was. Being obsessed over was a far greater, richer feeling. Desire was a simmer in contrast to the sexual obsession she’d felt from Nathan those past hours. It was a rolling boil that never dulled in all the time spent in his bed.

Obsessed.

She was lost in it.

His warm exhale sent tingles all over her body, her sex clenched harder, painfully tight as though she’d been emptied and needed to be filled. He’d filled her so perfectly she was still dealing with the meaning of that. Empty and now full.

Lost in that same seductive dream she’d had for a full year of those meaty arms crushing her with want.  Soaking her in his intense attention. Every skim of his gentle callused fingers right before they turned rough and grabbed her. Each thrust of his thickness as she struggled to take him, then her body gave and relaxed.

Desire, once the orgasm wanes becomes diluted and waits in the background until a person wants to fuck again. But the obsession is constant. It never sleeps, it doesn’t wait patiently. Without words spoken it’s more than obvious it’s obsession they’re both experiencing, it’s what keeps them reaching out for the other even when exhaustion weighs heavy on their limbs. Kisses are tender and gentle, the roll of their bodies just to keep them in constant joining.

She could barely catch one breath as orgasms battered her before he was flipping her over and sliding into her sore, wet body.

“Nathan.” She moaned languidly as she had done all night, wanting more and he’d given it to her no matter how tired he seemed.

This gorgeous strong man with a touch of her hands on his body was controlled by her in the same way he’d controlled her.

God, his fingers.

Already hot, her body temperature notched up another level. She was hot, so hot, and panting now. Oh, Nathan.

He didn’t make a sound but she felt him groan.

Holy hell, he’d rearranged her insides, jangled them all out of order.

She could hear the wet glide of their bodies moving desperately together. It wasn’t enough, not with Nathan in this state, he pushed her to her knees, a hand curled around the front of her neck, encouraging her to push back on the tip of his cock. She barely had to clench at all to feel how thick he was stretching her, making her feel so damn good, working himself in deep, forcing inch by inch. His thrusts went from urgent to wild, so frantic she was caught up in emotion as strong as a monsoon. Overwhelming as it was new.

“Jesus. Luxe.” His voice gusted over her head.

He slammed one last time, her aftershocks intensified when he released his own pleasure, grunting by her ear, enveloped so tightly in his arms she went through the series of body spasms with him.

Pushing aside any doubts for now. As enjoyable as he’d made the sex for her, this between them was ephemeral. As fleeting and misleading as a dream. Sex like it didn’t truly exist in the real world, they’d stepped inside this weird bubble for a second and soon it would be over.

His arm curled around her waist, and she was left with an empty sense of wonder and what the hell had just happened.

Being with him felt a lot like falling and flying.

 

 

******

 

 

Grinder welcomed the surging dose of adrenalin, letting it coat the back of his throat until he swallowed slowly.  It usually, mostly, only came from tracking some dipshit through the state, hounding enemies who owed the MC money until he caught them, only now he was feeling that spike in his brain from watching a woman jump herself back into her tiny pair of panties with a shimmy of her hips dragging them over to cover the full globes of her ass cheeks. Smiling for the movement seemed a fucking shame since he was about to peel her back out of them, not done with her, so not done with her. He wasn’t going to ask why she carried fresh panties around with her. He’d torn her thong off. Don’t fucking ask.

She wasn’t staying the rest of the night.

He wanted her to stay.

“This was fun.” She told him as she twanged her panties in that way that caused his abdomen to tighten with lust.

He laughed closed-lipped. “Fun?”

“You don’t agree, chico?” Every time she called him boy Grinder wanted to reply yes ma’am and then lick her pussy until she cried.

“That wasn’t fun, love. It was fucking amazing. Stay. We can do it all over again. I got a few goes left in me.”

Teasing dark eyes slide over to him by the dresser and he saw her assessing him with the same watchful lust he was feeling, sneaking glances. The thief was always sneaking glances at him like she thought he wouldn’t stand still and let her look her fill. He would.  

“Is this where you turn into a needy niña? Are you going to stalk my social media now, Nathan, stand outside my window and serenade me like it’s 1980?”

His lips twitched, arms folded. Any second now he was going to stalk forward and claim those smirking lips, thought she was funny, did she?

“Maybe. So, you should stay and save me the embarrassment of being a needy girl, at least until lunch, let me feed you.”

“I’d really like to. Really. But I’m sitting on thousands of dollars, I need to get it to my buyer.”

He’d been so busy kidnapping and wooing he’d forgotten the real reason she was even in town. His brow puckered in the middle. Fuck.

On went her red dress again over her machine-gun hips he’d grabbed and held onto for hours. He’d had her in so many different positions if his back worked properly when it was time to hunker down while he fixed engines he’d be lucky.

He didn’t regret a thing.

If anything, he was stuck on Luxe more than he had been. The sex hadn’t changed a thing, hadn’t cleaned her from his system.

She made him feel like he was sinking and soaring.

How about that.