His smile was wicked, a dark promise. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’m going to take good care of you. But I like seeing that panic in your eyes at the thought of me not fucking you.”
He tugged off her shoes and pushed her heels onto the edge of the desk, spreading her fully, then brushed a teasing finger over her back entrance. An involuntary moan slipped past her lips.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Grant said, his finger applying gentle pressure now. “You’ve ever been taken here, Ms. Beaumonde?”
“No,” she said, gasping as his well-lubed finger slipped past the resistance. “Oh, God.”
With slow, deliberate motion, he pumped his finger inside her ass, lighting up nerves she didn’t even know she had. Edgy sensation made her squirm. She arched her hips, not sure if she needed less or more.
“Touch your clit, sweet girl,” Grant directed in a pied-piper tone, daring her to trust his guidance. “The stimulation will chase away any discomfort and turn into something I think you’ll thoroughly appreciate.”
Don’t think, just do. She brought her fingers to her sex, stroking herself the way she liked and brought her other hand to her breast, drawing her nipple between her fingers.
A soft groan sounded in her ears—Kade. “Fuck, she’s sexy.”
“That she is,” Grant said, satisfaction underscoring his words. “Stay relaxed for me, Charlotte.”
She hardly heard his instruction, the pleasure winding through her body and weighing her down, pulling her under. She touched herself without shame, not caring that two men were watching. She felt sensual and beautiful and more confident in her sexuality than she could ever remember feeling.
But right when she was sinking into the moment, something cool and unyielding pushed against her backside. She clenched automatically. But Grant’s palm stroked her thigh. “Easy, relax your muscles. It’s just a plug. You’re not ready to take me yet, but this will be a good start.”
Kade laid his free hand over the one she had against her pussy. “Keep going, Charlotte. You’re driving me fucking wild. I love watching you.”
She moved her fingers, dialing up the pleasure again, and Grant pushed the lubed plug past the tight ring of muscle, stretching her. She bucked against the bright burst of sensation. “Shit…”
Grant’s expression turned ravenous, and he unfastened his pants. “Don’t come yet. You’ve still got me to deal with.”
Holy hell.
He grabbed her beneath her knees, pushing the backs of her thighs up and out, opening her for him. She had no idea how she was going to take him, too, but she yielded to his knowing hands, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her. His cock pressed against her soaked sex and, after a little bit of effort, slid in, filling her to the hilt. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract. The plug made everything tighter, fuller. It felt like he was everywhere.
“Oh, you feel good, darlin’, so fucking good.” He groaned as he moved all the way back then buried himself again, rocking her against the desk. “I can’t wait until it’s me in your ass, fucking you until you scream from release.”
He pumped into her, his cock jostling the plug with every thrust, and her fingers pinched and stroked her clit as if under someone else’s control. Her thoughts began to whirl into oblivion. She angled her head back, the onslaught of sensations making her body pulse with electricity. Orgasm waited impatiently in the wings, her mind holding it off until she heard the words she needed.
“Look at me, Charlotte. Just me,” Grant demanded as he fucked into her harder. “I want to see your eyes when you come. Want you to know who’s doing this to you.”
Though it was near impossible to keep her eyes open, she locked onto Grant’s gaze like a lifeline. But the intensity in his eyes was enough to knock what little control she had flat out of her. She was his in that moment. Whatever he said she would do. His pleasure was hers.
Sweat dotted his forehead and his hair was mussed, like he’d been running his hands through it. He looked like a beautiful beast, feral and determined, claiming his territory. And emotion danced through the blue of his eyes. He was in another place and was taking her there with him.
Moisture coated her fingers as she worked her clit, his pelvis hitting her knuckles with every thrust. Sensation climbed to a breaking point. Every tendon in her body seemed to coil, energy beating through her in colorful waves.
“Grant.” The word was a mere gasp, a desperate plea.
“Come for me, Charlotte. Give me your pleasure.”
The dam broke, and the rush of it all crashed over her. A scream tore from her throat as her every molecule seemed to crackle with sparks. Her body writhed, trying to handle it all.
Kade’s groan mixed with their sounds of pleasure, and hot splashes landed against her skin—his release painting stripes across her breasts and belly.
“Ah, God.” Grant came hard inside her, his body shuddering through his orgasm, her name tumbling from his lips over and over again.
She closed her eyes, absorbing the music of that sound, the feel of him surrendering to her as much as she was slave to him. She didn’t think she could ever tire of hearing him call for her like she was the only woman that existed in the world.
She knew when they drifted back to earth, the outside world would push in, but in that moment, lying there beneath him, she was truly happy.
Maybe for the first time in her life.