Chapter 6

Grace

Fire boiled in the center of my stomach as the drug Nate gave me ran through my veins, the carnality in my mind's eye so wrong, so naughty.

"Release my hands," I cried out and lifted my hips as Erik gripped my lips and flicked his tongue across my clit. I'd played with myself more times than I cared to admit, but nothing compared to having him between my legs.

"Not happening, baby." He sucked my flesh into his mouth and rimmed my opening, pressing in a little with a thick finger.

Tingles ran down my back, and I pressed my ass against the bed and gripped the headboard above me as electricity shot out from the center of my stomach.

"Please fuck me," I moaned and thrashed below him as he forced his finger deep inside of me. The pleasure intensified, and I was lost to the lust, rocking against his mouth and hand as the bed bounced below me.

"Hell, yes, Grace. Keep riding it, Kitten. Fuck yourself good against me, baby." He glanced up as I opened my eyes and looked down the length of my body.

"Please undo my hands. I want to touch you. I want to touch myself." I jerked against them as he ran his tongue through my folds, lapping at me like an animal drinking milk from a dish.

"I'm touching you right now. You can have your turn later." He gave me a devilish smile and reached up, running his fingers down my wetness before slipping them back inside me. "Whose pussy is this, Grace?"

"Yours." I pressed my head against the bed and pressed against his hand as lust burned my insides. The drug wasn't going to give out anytime soon, and I knew Erik had to leave. I wanted him buried inside of me before he-

"Good girl." He moved to his knees, and my heart almost stopped in my chest.

His thick cock was nestled between a patch of black hair, his balls thick and heavy. I wanted him in my mouth. I needed to taste him. I had to know before he left and then what? What if this was our only time together?

"Come here. Please. I wanna taste you." I licked my lips and pulled against the bindings as he chuckled low in his chest.

"Not this time, Grace. I have to go." He moved up beside me and gripped his shaft, leaning down and brushing his thick head over my lips as I leaned up and licked. He groaned low in his chest and reached over the top of me, grabbing the headboard. "It's the drug, Kitten. It's not you. Hopefully, you won't remember this shit."

I sucked hard and pressed my teeth against his shaft as he groaned and pushed a little, filling my mouth with his meaty cock. I moaned and rolled my tongue along his dick as he pressed a little more inside my mouth before pulling out and panting above me.

"More. I want more of you." I ground my teeth as frustration ran through me. I might have been inexperienced, but I wasn't a pushover. "Give me what I want. Now!"

He chuckled. "Yeah? You think you want this? It's a lot of dick for such a pretty little mouth."

"Shut up and fuck me," I ground out.

"Dirty little slut." He moved above me, straddling my chest as he ran his hand down the side of my face, gripping tightly.

"Your slut," I leaned up as he offered his cock again and I took as much as I could. He wasn't done with me, his fingers sliding into my hair and holding me in place.

"Drink me, Grace. Get ready for it." He locked gazes with me, stealing my heart with the passion I saw in his face. "Oh fuck. Here it comes, baby. Take all of it."

I mumbled and leaned forward, trying hard not to gag in the middle of his orgasm. He was too big, and I had no clue what I was doing.

He cried out and worked himself in and out of me until he'd emptied himself fully. He pulled out, panting loudly. His beautiful tanned skin was flush, his eyes wild when he opened them.

"Goddamn it. I didn't want to..." He growled in frustration, leaned down and kissed the side of my face down to my neck.

"I loved it." Pressing my cheek against his, I tried to hold back tears. He was going to leave soon, and I'd be forced with waking up at his place alone and then what?

Would things go back to the way they were before?

"Grace." He ran his cheek by mine as he hovered above me. "You know we can't do this. My life won't allow it."

"No. Please don't say that." I turned to face him and thought for a moment he was going to lean down and kiss me. I needed him to so bad it hurt.

"I'll untie you. Sleep off the drug and lock up when you leave." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Fuck Nate for doing this to us."

"Yeah. Okay." I closed my eyes and turned my face from him, holding my breath as he untied my hands and feet. I curled up into a ball on my side, wanting so much more than he'd ever be willing to give.

Where I understood it, it didn't stop my heart from breaking. Why had I put myself in such an odd situation?

Desperation.

A soft blanket wrapped around me, and a few minutes later, the bedroom light turned off. The drug pumping through my system danced around my center, begging for attention it wouldn't be getting. My mother was right.

Sex was evil and left those who played with it bare and used.