“Is that the first time a woman’s been that close to your cock?” Grinder is cracking up as he rubs Spencer’s back with a tenderness that looks so natural and so against everything he is at the same time.
“Fuck you.” Spencer straightens up, still holding himself, and glares behind him.
“Yes please.” Grinder’s wink is for Spencer but it still does delicious things to my lady parts.
“I’m sorry.” My grimace and an apology are all I can offer. “I was aiming for the door.”
“At crotch level?” The raised brow from Spencer as he questions me is laced with amusement. Phew…he doesn’t totally hate me. That could be awkward.
Nodding, I shrug. “I was trying it out.”
“Well, okay then.” He turns to face the others and points at Mac. “You’re still a traitor, but I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch.” Next, he looks disapprovingly at Grinder. “And you have to stop stalking me now that you’ve found your old lady.”
Who the fuck is Grinder’s old lady? It takes every shred of my patience to not ask that question out loud, but I’m ready to kill a bitch.
“And you,” Spencer’s attention is now on me and I can’t control my wide eyes and raised brows, startled. “Knock on the door like a human, next time, and look after this one.” He gestures to Grinder with a tilt of his head. “He has a habit of getting himself into trouble.” With a light smile, Spencer pats my shoulder as he walks out of the house and down the path, toward his little Honda parked in front of the truck.
“On that note, I’m out.” Not giving Mac and Psycho the opportunity to respond, Grinder gives them a finger wave and closes the front door behind him. “Ready to go?”
“I’ve been ready for the last half hour.” I glare at him before swiftly turning and heading toward the truck.
“If I didn’t hate you walking away from me I’d make you do it more often because that ass is fucking spectacular.”
For added emphasis, I put a little more sway into my hips as I walk before reaching the passenger side and climbing in. The way Grinder practically growls in response behind me makes me smile.
He’s quick to join me in the truck, and upon realizing the keys are no longer in the ignition, he looks to me with a questioning half-grin.
“Are we playing hide and seek with the keys? Because I’m game.” His grin grows wider. “Just so you know…I can handle Psycho, but Mac will chop my balls off and sell them as earrings if her neighbors catch us.”
“I’d buy those earrings.” Holding the keys up in the air, I then push them into my cleavage, the scoop-neck top giving him plenty of access. “Whoops?” I bring the tips of my fingers to my cheeks and push my breasts together at the same time with my upper arms.
The blowjob I gave him on beach day didn’t quell any of the lust I feel toward this man, so I’m seeing it as a starter to a three-course meal. I need the rest before I’ll be fully satisfied.
“Oh no.” Playing the role perfectly, Grinder’s eyes widen. “I’m gonna need my SCUBA gear for this deep-dive expedition.” He leans toward me as his hand reaches out and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in to meet his lips with mine.
Tongues and teeth clash, both of us exploring the other, learning what we each like.
Spoiler alert: everything, because Grinder’s vast experience has made him a fucking master. I can’t wait to see what his tongue can do to the rest of my body.
A protesting moan escapes the back of my throat when he pulls away, his hand still on the back of my neck.
“Nope, they’re not in there.” His eyes roam across my face and down to my chest as he takes in a sharp breath before they lower further. “I think it’ll be easier to search if I can get a closer look. You should sit on my face.” The mischievous smile on his sexy-as-fuck face makes me want to sass him to work a little harder for it, but my vagina is in charge today and she is having all kinds of thoughts about that tongue.
“Hmm.” I bring a finger to my lips, pretending I’m thinking about his suggestion. “It’d be a lot easier if you were lying down.” I may have to get into an uncomfortable position here, however, totally worth it.
“It’d be a lot easier if your panties were already off.” He grasps my finger from my lips and brings it to his own, biting down on my tip to the point of a sharp pain, and I hiss. Keeping my finger trapped between his teeth, he grins before circling his tongue around it, the same way I did to his cock.
As soon as I get the use of my finger back, the speed with which I shimmy down my jeans borders on supernatural.
“On your back.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Oh my God. It isn’t a Texas southern drawl, but it’s southern enough to set every sexy nerve ending on fire.
Grinder shuffles himself so he’s lying down on the bench seat, his feet up against the driver’s side window while I maneuver myself into a position so I can finally sit on his beautiful face. With one foot on the floor and my other leg with my knee beside his head on the seat, I make eye contact. It’s brief, because his attention is then focused between my legs right before he grabs my arse cheeks and pulls me fully down.
The first touch of his wet tongue against my clit sends fireworks to my brain and my head falls backward as I begin to ride his face. His fingers dig into my flesh, the delicious bite of pain combined with the masterful way Grinder is using every part of his mouth turning the fireworks into full on rockets.
My body is almost pressed up against the window as I try to hold myself up, one hand on the dashboard, the other gripping Grinder’s arm like my orgasm depends on it. The pressure inside my body builds to a near excruciating weight as the finale of the fireworks show draws to its peak. His tongue is working some kind of magical spell, making me cry out when he bites down and sucks at the crucial moment, my veins alight and burning with ecstasy.