She cried out in pleasure, in shock, in need.
“Shh, shh…” Grant’s whisper at her ear dragged her back down to earth. “We’re in public, remember?”
Holy shit. She forced her eyes to focus. The night had grown a little darker, but not dark enough for Faith to be letting him do what he was doing. Nor did she have any intention of stopping him. And just how twisted was that?
“Need more room.” The hand at her waist pushed her zipper down and wiggled her jeans lower on her hips. Then he stroked over her ass, down her thigh, and caught her behind the knee. And lifted her foot to the second ladder rung. “There we go…”
The fingers inside her moved freely, pushing deep, immediately finding the place that made her moan and whimper and bend and shatter, and manipulating it mercilessly with those soft, vibrating fingertips.
The sensation gushing through her pulled Faith into an arch with a high-pitched “Oh God…” Her head dropped back against Grant’s shoulder, mouth open with sounds she absolutely could not control. “Yes, yes, yes.”
God, she’d used that word a lot over the last twenty-four hours. Yes and more and please. More than she’d used them in all her years combined.
Grant covered her hand curled around his wrist and pried her fingers loose. “I need more room, baby.”
With his hand over hers, he pushed them both beneath the hem of her tee, up her abdomen, and beneath one bra cup, so her own hand covered her breast. She barely noticed when his other hand pushed even deeper inside her and Grant finger-fucked her in long, slow, deep, vibrating strokes.
He thrust deep, rubbing her back wall with the vibration and rasping, “You are so fucking sexy.” Then twisted his hand and pulled out halfway, holding it there to circle and circle and circle. “I can’t wait to get you naked and use this all over your body.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged.
“Touch yourself, Faith,” he whispered at her ear. “Pinch and roll your nipple.”
She did, without question, without resistance. He’d broken down barrier after sexual barrier in one twenty-four-hour period and conditioned her for pleasure. And his murmured “Good girl” tipped her closer to the edge.
“Oh, fuck, please, Grant. Harder, harder, harder.”
“Mmmm, damn, baby, you’re a trip.”
He thrust deep and hard, and pleasure exploded through her body. “Yes, yes, yes. More, more, more.”
“Talk dirty to me, Faith.”
Always pushing her. This was how he did it. He got her to this place where she needed release, craved the pleasure, then pushed her for one more inch.
“Give it to me,” she said, her voice thin and rough. “If you’re going to fuck me, fuck me, don’t play with me.”
His laugh was quick and hot, followed by a growl of fire and deep, steady, hard thrusts of vibration.
“Ah, God… Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. So good. Mmm, so good. Can’t wait, can’t—”
She shattered with a scream of shock and ecstasy—one Grant cut off with his hand over her mouth. One he perpetuated with continued hard thrusts and manipulation of her G-spot. Faith could have been in the middle of a crowd and not given a damn at that moment. All that mattered was soaking up every last drop of bliss spilling through her body.
Faith was panting and still shaking when her mind came to a sluggish focus. She leaned against him, while Grant’s hand stayed between her legs and continued to explore her. “I love how wet you get.”
“What…in the hell…is that?” she asked, barely able to keep her eyes open. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched, and he was getting adventurous.
“A fucking fantastic investment is what this is. That store in Ashville was the best find ever.” His fingers stroked her perineum, and her blood kicked right back to simmer. She rocked her hips back against him, and he groaned. “Imagine having me inside you, filling you, stretching you, hammering you, while I run these over your body.”
That thought pushed her breath right out of her lungs. “How long until Dwayne gets back?”
He chuckled, low and hot. Leaning over her, he kissed her throat, grazed the skin with his teeth, and pushed his fingers farther back, vibrating a path between her cheeks.
A zing of sexual current cut through her ass, and she gasped. He worked circles over the pucker there and shot Faith right back toward climax. “Oh fuck… Grant…”
Her whine was wasted on him. His mouth bit paths along her neck while his vibrating fingers stimulated a whole new and intense response. And he dragged her hand, still beneath his own, into her pants and placed her fingers over her clit.
“Touch,” he said.