Callie leaned back and drew in a deep breath while Grant sucked on her skin. She couldn’t believe she was letting him mark her. She hadn’t engaged in such juvenile activity often even when she was a teenager.
When he was done, his mouth slid over to her nipple. That felt much better. The tip was swollen, and she loved the way he tormented it with his tongue, circling it over and over before flicking over the bud several times.
He was moaning too, a low sound he probably didn’t realize he was making. It was hot and in no time she was fully aroused again. She needed him inside her. So far the only part of him that had entered her was his tongue. Heavenly experience, but she wanted his cock now.
She ran her hands up his back and into his thick hair on top, arching her chest toward his mouth as he teased her nipples back and forth.
Her legs were wide, and Grant was nestled between them, but he hadn’t shown any sign that he was about to enter her. He seemed perfectly content to play with her for a while.
When he lifted his face, he was grinning. “Man, I wish I had my toy bag with me.”
She lifted both brows. “Toy bag?” Before the words even left her lips, she suspected she understood though.
Grant slid his hands into hers, threaded their fingers together, and stretched her arms over her head, pressing her knuckles into the mattress. He nuzzled her neck and then met her gaze. “You said you were interested in restraints. If I had my bag of tricks, I would cuff your wrists and ankles, draw a strap across your stomach, and make you come so hard your head would spin.”
She stopped breathing. Wetness poured out of her. Her mouth was suddenly too dry to swallow.
He chuckled. “My God, you love that idea.” He emphasized his words by holding her wrists firmly against the mattress.
She drew in a deep breath. “I’m not ignorant to the concept, but I’ve never dated anyone who was into bondage.”
“That really sucks since you are.”
She shrugged, or tried to. “I never really thought much about it.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You begged me to hold you down.”
She felt her cheeks heat. “I guess I did.”
“Has anyone ever held you down before?”
She cleared her throat. “No. I don’t think I’ve ever had the balls to ask for it. But I think about it.”
“When you’re having sex,” he clarified. “You think about being restrained and forced to orgasm.”
She nodded. Her face heated further. How was she having this conversation? “Sure. The concept is hot.”
Grant glanced around the room.
Callie’s heart raced as she imagined him looking for a way to restrain her. “We don’t have to do it now,” she pointed out, backpedaling.
“Oh, yes, we do. Let me think of something.” He released her hands, rose off her, and stood next to the makeshift king-sized bed. He didn’t have a care in the world that he was naked and his cock was fully erect.
She rolled to her side and propped her head up to watch as he moved around. He was so damn sexy. Every inch of him. There were a few scars and marks where he’d probably been injured in some foreign war, but they gave him character and made him even hotter.
Grant padded out of sight and returned a moment later holding up the two robes that had been in the back of the open closet. He tugged the belts out of both of them. “This will work.” He grinned.
She pursed her lips, wondering if she was out of her league here. After a deep breath, she asked, “What are you going to restrain me to?”
“I’m creative.” He wiggled his brows before giving the mattress next to him a hard shove, bringing the two mattresses closer together so she wasn’t falling through the seam.
She bounced with the action.
“Lie in the center, baby. Hopefully I won’t lose you between the mattresses,” he teased.
She settled right in the middle and reclined, shaking with nerves.
Grant opened the top drawer on the nightstand and reached inside. She quickly realized he was using the track to tie the belt off. When he was finished, he tied the other end to her wrist, pulling it wide.
After rounding the bed, he did the same on the other side, securing her arms in a T, which instantly shot her arousal through the roof.
She was panting as he climbed up the foot of the bed, lifted her legs and spread them wide. As soon as he put pressure on her inner thighs, holding her down, she gasped.
He smiled. “Oh, yeah, you enjoy bondage.”
“I…” She had no idea what to say. Could she really trust this man? She’d met him last night, and tonight she was letting him restrain her to her own bed and fuck the sense out of her? She was certifiable.
“Do you know what a safeword is, Callie?”
“Yes.” She started panting. She never dreamed she’d be in a situation that required a safeword.
“Good. Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Always use a safeword with restraints,” he demanded. “No matter who you’re with.”
She couldn’t imagine being in this situation with anyone, so the rule was pretty moot. She nodded.
“Ready?” He smiled again, letting his gaze roam over her body.
Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples were hard, tight balls. She was soaked between her legs, which he could easily see.
Grant leaned back, used his knees to hold her legs open, and freed up his hands to trail them over her skin. “Do you usually come from penetration?” he asked.
She gulped. Men did not ask this sort of question.
He lifted his gaze to hers. “I want to rock your world, baby. I need information. You said you don’t come from oral. Blew that out of the water.” He smirked. He was pleased with himself.
She rolled her eyes. “Your head is too big for your shoulders.”
He chuckled. “I’m going to make sure you never forget a single moment of this week. Starting an hour ago. Now, answer me.”
“No.” She cleared her throat and held his gaze. No sense lying. “Grant, I’ve never had an orgasm in front of another person. Not from their mouth or their cock or their fingers.”
His eyes jerked open wide. “Jesus. Well, those days are over.” He leaned over her and took her lips in a searing kiss that made her head swim before he was done.
When he released her mouth, she was panting. So was he. Grant glanced around the mattress, found the row of condoms, and tore one off. He held her gaze as he ripped the foil packet and rolled the condom down his shaft.
Callie squirmed. It seemed plausible that he might actually make her come again. After all, he’d managed the first time and she was hotter for him now than before.
She expected him to thrust into her, but he surprised her yet again by shuffling down her body a bit. He was still on his knees as he placed one hand on her pelvis and used the other to drag a finger through her folds.
Callie’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Her arousal shot through the roof as Grant eased a finger into her while holding her down.
She tugged on her arms, testing the restraints, finding them solid. That made her arousal climb even higher. “Grant…”
“Let it feel good, baby. You’re so tight. I’m going to stretch you out before I enter you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not a virgin,” she murmured, barely able to think.
“That may be, but it’s been a while, and your pussy is fucking tight.” He added another finger and reached as deep as he could.
When his thumb landed on her clit, she cried out, trying to lift her hips off the bed to no avail. He held her down tight.
Grant met her gaze, though it was hard to focus on him. He scissored his fingers, stretching her while he rubbed her clit. Something about the intensity of his look and the way he was dominating her sent her into the stratosphere. He was so confident and so damn good at this.
“Come for me, Callie. Come on my fingers and then I’ll fuck you so hard you see stars.”
She gasped at the demand and then stopped breathing altogether, shocked that her body obeyed him. Her pussy shot off like a rocket, gripping his fingers. Her clit pulsed against his thumb.
“That’s my girl,” he praised.
She was still mid orgasm, pulsing hard, when he removed his hand, lined himself up with her channel, and thrust into her to the hilt.
Callie moaned at the intrusion. Nothing had ever felt this damn good in her life. Her orgasm became another one, or it intensified. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that her pussy was very, very happy.
Grant groaned as he ground the base of his shaft against her tender skin. “That. Feels. So. Fucking. Good.” He gritted his teeth and tipped his head back, his elbows holding the bulk of his weight off her. “Jesus, Callie.”
She lifted her hips to meet his thrust when he pulled almost out and then slammed back in. A low moan escaped her mouth. Her vision was blurry.
Grant threw his head back and cried out, easing in and out of her languidly.
She pulled on her arms, wanting to touch him and coming up short. The reminder made her hotter, another surge of lust consuming her. “Harder,” she demanded. She wanted him to really fuck her. She craved it like her next breath.
He groaned as he lowered his gaze to hers. “You’re going to kill me.”
“I hope not. I’ll be stuck here until the steward comes in in the morning,” she teased around panted breaths.
She loved that Grant was able to follow and chuckled. He slid a hand down between them and found her clit. Still moving in slow thrusts, he rubbed the swollen nub rapidly. “Come again for me, baby. Come around my cock, and then I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”
As if he were the one in control of her body instead of her, she was shocked to once again manage to obey him like a trained dog. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she closed her eyes and let the pleasure consume her.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He eased his hand away from her clit, held himself up with both palms, and gave her what she’d asked for—fucking her so hard she thought they might slam into the wall behind her head.
Every thrust was heavenly. She was in so much trouble.