“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 he
r eyes open. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched, and he was getting adventurous.
“A fucking fantastic investment is what this is.” 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, kissed her throat, grazed the skin with his teeth and pushed his fingers further 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 cit.
“Touch,” he said.
“Grant—“
“Touch.” His order was final, and he maneuvered her fingers to the very top of her clit where his fingers joined hers in searching for that place—
He found it first and his touch pushed more pleasure into Faith’s sex from a whole different direction. She was bombarded with sensations so wildly thrilling she wanted to drown in them. Swim in them. She whimpered, but let Grant place his fingers with hers. Let him guide her movement. Let herself rise with the feel of her own touch creating the intense thrill in her body.
When Grant’s hand lifted from hers and she continued to rub and tease what felt like an expanding bubble, his touch grew more deliberate. More driven. More demanding.
He lowered his chin, putting his lips at her ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot it makes me to watch you touch yourself?”
Faith’s chest filled with a whole different kind of pleasure. She pried her eyes open and found his handsome face in the darkening shadows, creased with desire and intensity.
“Now you can find pleasure and satisfaction any time you want it, Faith. No more denying yourself.”
Emotion rolled through her, intense and sharp. Emotion she didn’t understand. She released the ladder and curved her arm back and around Grant’s head, pulling his mouth to hers. And gifted him with and erotic example of what she hoped he’d do to her when they had more privacy.
He drank her in, added passion to the kiss and devoured her while his fingers parted, pushed Faith’s out of the way and shocked her clit with and orgasm that burned right to her core. Grant added pressure to her mouth to keep her from pulling away and muffled her cries as he drove orgasm after sweet orgasm through her body until she dropped back against him limp.
Grant still had his hand down her pants when headlights turned the corner and started down the street.
“You, Miss Nicholas, have been saved by the cavalry.” He dragged his hand back and jerked her jacket into place a moment before Dwayne turned into his drive. And pushed the ecstasy vibrating fingertips into his jacket pocket. “Because I was just about ready to do you in the front yard. Damn you make me do the craziest thing, woman.”
Grant was teasing, but in her exhausted state, it struck her extremely funny. She was holding herself up with the ladder, still laughing when Dwayne climbed from his car, grinning.
“What are you two up to?” he wanted to know.
“Faith just lost at rock paper scissors,” Grant told him, taking Faith by the arm and sitting her on the front steps. “Now she’s got to sit on her ass while I finish the gables.”
“Hey...” she complained, then started laughing again. “That’s only because you wouldn’t let me go for three out of five.” And she added a sweet, “The offer’s still open.”
That made Grant bust up laughing. “I promise to take you up on that another time. But not right this minute.” He grabbed the ladder and walked it to the next gable, telling Dwayne, “we’ll be ready for a show in ten minutes. Get your popcorn ready.”
“Okay, here we go, boys,” Grant called once the kids were in position for their last drill of the night. “Remember, you’re passing while you’re moving, so make sure to whip that puck hard to get it in front of your teammate. Then pivot, catch the shot from the next man down the line and shoot it up the ice.”