Page 216 of Cross Check

“You’re pretty when you beg, baby.” Grant’s laugh is rough against the inside of my thigh. He nips at my skin, leaving a mark behind. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please.” The word is a ragged whisper when he drags my underwear down my legs and tosses the lace toward the lamp on the table. I squirm at the feeling of being bare in front of him, at the heat of his mouth. “Please, Grant.”

Our eyes meet. Grant licks his thumb, sucking on it until it’s wet. He pops it out of his mouth and presses it against my clit, drawing a slow circle that has my head dropping against the wall and a low groan rattling out of me.

“How’s this for something?” He lets go of my shirt and uses his other hand to push two fingers inside me.

“More,” I say, a shell of myself when he curls his fingers and hits a spot not even my toys can reach. The stretch is sublime. “Fuck. That feels so good.”

“Do you know what my favorite thing about you is, Lia?”

Grant leans forward. His eyes never leave mine as he sticks out his tongue and follows the path of his thumb. Meticulous, teasing. I gasp, sinking into the long-awaited sensation.

“No,” I practically pant, all dignity gone. “What?”

“You’re so polished in every part of your life: Your suits. Your hair and your makeup. Your tenacity and how hard you work.” He adds a third finger, and color sparks behind my eyelids. I roll my hips to chase the friction, to bring myself closer to release. “But when you’re with me, you let your guard down. You’re not afraid to be loud or desperate.” Grant swirls his tongue against me, and I swear I almost combust. It’s heaven and hell wrapped in one, even more so when his fingers pick up speed. “And you know how much I love desperate and loud.”

I put my hand on the back of his head, pressing his face between my legs like I’m trying to suffocate him. My moan splinters in half when he fucks me with his fingers. I scramble to hold something else to keep myself upright, grabbing the table and knocking a book over in the process.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers like a prayer. I cry out when he uses his thumb again, a rough circle right at my center that has me thrusting my hips against his fingers. Desperate, horny, and using him for the ecstasy I crave. “God, Amelia. I’ve been thinking about your tight pussy for days.”

Pleasure is a sharp and delicious ache that starts low in my belly as he holds me in place with a forearm.

He’s strong, totally in control, and knowing I can’t move even if I wanted to only fuels the fire of delirious stretch I crave. Mind-numbing bliss crests over me while he circles me with careful precision. While he watches with half-parted lips and lust-drunk eyes.

“That’s my beautiful girl,” he says, and I almost melt. “Thank you for letting me be in control. Thank you for letting me be the one to do this with you.”

The sweet tone of his voice and the filthy way he fucks me is too much. It’s a rough wave that yanks me out to sea. I’m buoyed, my body shaking when he licks me again, and the swipe of his tongue is enough to push me over the edge.

An orgasm rushes through me, and I grind on his fingers. I’m greedy, chasing it for as long as I can. He lets me, his thumb in place while I try to slow my breathing until he lowers my foot back to the floor.

He stands, his hand in front of my face.

“Taste yourself,” he says. “I want you to lick your cum off me.”

I almost stumble at the command, but my body acts of its own accord. My lips part, a soft moan working free when he rests his fingers on my tongue. I tip my head, hollowing out my cheeks so I can suck his fingers in my mouth.

Grant’s wide pupils tell me he must like this, and he adjusts himself over his sweatpants with his free hand. I don’t stop, treating his fingers like I would his cock. When he finally pulls his hand away, drool hangs from my lips.

“Shit.” He steps back and closes his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?” I touch my face, my cheeks pink. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You could never do anything wrong.” Long eyelashes flutter open. His gaze pins me, intensity behind his eyes. “Forget I said anything.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” I put a palm on his shirt and find his heart racing. “I’m not going to judge you.”

“I’m still trying to figure out the things I like—my kinks and all of that. Watching you lick your fingers…” Grant dips his chin. “It made me not want to be careful with you. It made me want to make a mess of you so everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What kind of mess?” I twist his shirt in my grip. “Maybe we can try it.”

“I want to leave bruises on you from holding you tight—not hurting you. Never anything like that. Just because it’s hard. Rougher than how I usually touch you. I want to smear your lipstick and leave bite marks on your shoulder and tits. And…” He trails off, a tremor to his voice. A secret he’s afraid to reveal. “I want to finish on you. On your chest. Your ass.” He drops his hand between us, a single finger at my entrance. “In here, without a condom. I want to watch you on television and know I filled you up with my cum the night before.”

My brain nearly short-circuits.

It’s the most forward he’s been since we got together, and I lick my lips. I take a beat to process his desires, not surprised when my body hums in agreement. I’ve never done any of that before, but with him, I want to.

I want to do everything.