Except Kincaid kisses the pad of her middle finger and winks. She and I have the weirdest relationship and I will never understand it. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
By the time we cross the double doors and race up the stairs, I know we’re heading to Grinder’s room and I can’t even bring myself to resist anymore.
“Strip.” He points to the bed with one hand and locks the door with the other.
“Excuse me?” Has he lost his mind? Clearly, the answer is yes.
“Nope.” What?
“No, Spencer. I do not excuse you. See, here’s the thing. I don’t play games. I don’t pretend and I don’t go out of my way to hurt anyone. Least of all, those I care about.” I wait for him to continue but he just crosses his arms and nods at me.
“I’m not stripping, Grinder. This isn’t healthy.” I expect him to be angry, maybe storm out of the room with some cruel words left in his wake. That was Steve’s MO so I’m used to it.
Instead, that loud, beautiful laugh of his fills the entire room.
“You’re right. This whole push and pull you’ve got going on isn’t healthy. Do you want to know whatishealthy? Our libidos.My dick aches with how much I want to see you bent over and open for me. That’s healthy. The way I need to see you looking up at me with a mouthful of my cock? That’s healthy.” He takes two steps closer to me until he’s speaking directly over my mouth. “Whatever fucked up image you think you have of me, that’s the opposite of healthy.” He bites my bottom lip again, and this time the sting is stronger and the coppery taste of blood lands on the tip of my tongue when I lick it away.
“Grinder…” My resolve is dying a quick death and my appetite for him is growing at alarming speeds.
“Strip. I won’t repeat myself.” Fuck, this dominating version of him is fucking hot.
Like a calming blanket has landed on my shoulders and hidden away my fears, I do exactly what he asks under his appraising gaze.
I start with my long-sleeved shirt, tossing it away. Grinder tweaks my nipple and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
My jeans are next and I push them off at the same time as my briefs, then kick them away once I’ve toed my shoes off. We both look down at my socked feet and, for a brief second, I feel ridiculous.
“You’re the hottest man I know, Spencer. Fucking deal with that. Stop thinking I’m just going to bang you and forget you.” In a quick, smooth move, Grinder’s hand is at the back of my head and his lips are attacking mine in the most delicious of ways.
My naked skin is rubbing against his leather cut and the friction is doing unbelievable things to my nerve endings. He doesn’t just kiss me, he’s full-body invading me, rubbing himself over me and filling my mouth with his desire for me. I’ve never felt so wanted before in my life. It’s addicting and I never want to let go of this feeling.
When Grinder wraps his hand around my dick, I almost come on the spot. I’m that turned on. That vulnerable.
“I don’t have rules, do you understand me? There are no taboos in my world and you need to fully grasp that. You can be free with me, Spencer, I won’t ever judge you for anything you want or need.” Then, in a move I never saw coming, Grinder sinks to his knees and wraps his lips around my cock. He’s not gentle, he’s not slow. One second he opens his mouth, the next my dick is completely buried inside, all the way to the opening of his throat. My gasp is immediate and I hold my breath while admiring the view of Grinder, larger than life, kneeling at my feet and sucking me off.
His hands palms my ass cheeks as he sucks me even deeper, almost choking on me. Now, my dick’s a decent size but it’s not as thick as Grinder’s, so watching him taking me so deep does something to me, it empowers me.
My hand lands on the top of his head, steadying me, but also exercising this newfound power that’s coursing through me. Grinder squeezes my ass cheeks and sucks my dick so hard I almost lose consciousness.
“Fuck, Grinder. I don’t think I can keep standing.” My knees are about to give out and that scenario isn’t looking very sexy in my mind.
Does he respond to me? No, he does not. He reaches down with one hand and cups my balls. My heavy, cum-filled balls, that are begging to be emptied out. But it’s when one of his fingers—no doubt his middle—gives a gentle caress to my perineum that I lose my fucking mind.
Widening my stance, I bring both of my hands to his head and instead of letting him suck me off, I fuck his face. There’s no gentle, there’s no loving. This is pure, unhinged lust traveling from his body to mine and back again.
He’s let go of my balls, which are now slapping against his chin with every thrust into his mouth. I’m doing all the work and he’sa willing recipient to my needs. But his hands? They’re in no way passive.
One cheek is being massaged while his other hand is at my crack with wet fingers prodding at my hole. My brain can’t focus on too much but I’m guessing he’s using his dripping spit as makeshift lube. On any given day, I’d admonish anyone who tried using spit as lube for anal, but right this minute…fuck it. I’m too deep in this state of lust to care.
It’s getting harder and harder to inhale, my breaths are labored as I cup Grinder’s head and give him every bit of my frustration and need and everything in between.
“Fuck, watching you choke on my cock is better than any porn I’ve ever watched.” And that’s when he pushes a finger inside and any control I thought I possessed flies right out the window.
I come.
It’s hard and it’s violent and it lasts for fucking ever. With every uncontrollable shake and twitch of my body, I fill his mouth with me. Me. My cum, my most intimate self. And the best part is that he takes it all with fire burning in his eyes and desire at the tips of his fingers.
Once I’m finished, I start to pull out, mesmerized by the sight of Grinder’s open mouth, cum on his tongue. He winks, then swallows. This will, from now on, be my official spank bank material for the rest of my life.