But right now, he didn’t have the patience to wait until they were back at his place. He needed her now. Right here.
He traced his fingernail against her slit, and she quivered hard against him. “So responsive. You’re protesting, but your body certainly appreciates that we’re out in the open. I think you may have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in you, Ms. Beaumonde.”
She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, but no additional protest came.
“I love that you’re so damn dirty,” he said, sliding his hands along the backs of her thighs. “You could give me a run for my money.”
“You’re just a bad influence.”
He gave her an unapologetic smile. “Sit up, sweet Charlotte, lift your skirt, and straddle me. Your only instruction is to not make a sound when you come for me. You understand?”
Even in the moonlight he could see her pupils go wide with desire, the risk of discovery clearly making her anxious but feeding her need for playing at the edge at the same time. “Grant, I don’t know…”
But even as she made her lackluster objection, she was lifting off him, following his directive whether she knew it or not.
“You know how to make me stop, darlin’,” he said, slowly bunching her dress up her thighs. “Say the word, and I’ll take you back to the party.”
Her breathing became more shallow with each inch of exposure. “What if I can’t be quiet?”
“You will.” He unfastened his pants and dragged his zipper down, releasing his erection. “Make a sound and I’ll turn you over my knee and redden that pretty ass right here. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit when we get back to the party.”
Her eyes went round, and her little hum of fear went straight to his cock, nourishing that dark desire inside him. He loved pushing her boundaries, making such a strong, put-together woman quiver.
“Spread your knees and pull those panties to the side before I rip them off of you.”
She widened her legs, straddling him fully. The sight of her polished fingernails pulling aside the lace and revealing the pink, swollen lips of her sex was enough to have him let loose his own groan. “You have the sexiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen. It’s taking everything I have not to put you on your back and lick and nibble every tender bit of it.”
Her cheeks darkened in the moonlight, but her eyes were pure want.
“I love that your whole body goes hot when I get crass,” he said, brushing a finger over her cheekbone. “Hold your dress up with your other hand. I want to watch you take me inside you. Slow.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, the soft words mixing with the sound of the breeze rustling the trees.
He propped himself on his elbow and took his cock in his hand, positioning himself at her entrance. Damn, he was glad he’d decided to forgo condoms with her. Being bare inside Charli was the most decadent treat he could imagine. Her slick heat enveloped the sensitive head and sent a shock of pleasure marching up his spine. “Ah, baby, yes. You feel so good.”
She lowered herself at a tortuous pace—teasing him but also teasing herself. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, trying to draw him deeper. He was glad he was the one lying down. His knees would’ve given out otherwise.
“That’s right, take me in slow and easy.” The visual alone was enough to have his balls tightening. The sensual slide of her taking each inch of him, the slight tremor in her thighs as she fought to hold herself still, the quick rise and fall of her belly as her breath hitched with each new sensation.
“I could come just looking at you like this.” He reached out and stroked a thumb over her clit. She arched, her nipples going prominent against the material of the dress, but she managed to stay silent. “Ride me, Charlotte. Pull my orgasm from me. You can come when I do.”
She sank down, burying him deep inside her heat, and he had to bite his own tongue not to moan. But the rapt expression on her face was worth it. She was no longer worrying that she was fucking him where someone could discover them. All she was focused on was the pleasure of it, her need for release, and her desire to please him. She’d gone into subspace without any restraints or pain play. She was all his right now. And he fucking loved it.
She raised herself and plunged back down, slowly at first and then faster, until she was riding him with a rhythm that had his own mind going fuzzy. The sound of skin meeting skin filtered through the night, and the intoxicating scent of sex enveloped them, mixing with the smell of the freshly cut grass. Grant’s free hand curled into the sod as every nerve in his body seemed to vibrate.
Rarely did he give a woman free rein like this. He was so used to controlling the speed and execution of every little aspect of sex. But Charli was sending him down a track with no brakes, and all he wanted to do was enjoy the ride. No soft, romantic lovemaking for his girl. She wanted it hard and fast tonight, and he was happy to oblige her. He worked his fingers against her folds, teasing and pinching, then stroked her clit until he could feel she was on the brink.
“Grant,” she whispered, the begging so gentle but the clench of her sex like a sweetly tortuous vise grip.
“I’m right there with you, darlin’. Go for it.”
She fell forward, bracing her hands against his chest, and canted her hips even faster, fucking him with a desperation that turned his blood into rocket fuel. Her sharp pants hit his cheeks, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her face—parted lips, closed eyes, the gorgeous glow of exertion. He loved how she let the passion engulf her.
He pressed his fingers along the sides of her clit, and her body tightened around him, her thighs squeezing his hips and her pussy contracting around his cock.
Liquid bliss shot through his veins and straight downward, his release hurtling forward. “Fuck, baby.”
“Oh, God.” Her head tipped back.