Page 46 of Courting Danger

“What are...” I never got to finish my question as Garrison gripped my hips and coaxed my legs apart. Two slicked fingers pressed inside me, breaching my hole and sending a thrill up my spine as my inner muscles were forced open.

Oh, that’s why Garrison had disappeared. He’d been searching the bathroom for supplies, since neither of us had lube stored in our pockets.

Maybe I would have to start carrying some around, if this was going to be a repeat occurrence.

Fuck, I hoped it would.

I didn’t know what I would do if Garrison chose to leave after this.

Warmth spread along my skin as Garrison draped over my back. “I can practically hear you thinking.” The fingers inside me started moving, thrusting in and out while simultaneously scissoring open. “I’m going to have to up my game.”

“Fuck, just... ah.” Garrison’s fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot and my legs trembled. “Just fuck me already.”

“Hmm, no.” Garrison struck the same spot again with deadly accuracy. “You said you don’t want to think. Yet, you still seem coherent. No, I’m going to have to put in a lot more work.”

A third finger joined the first two, straining the rim of my hole as it stretched to accommodate the new addition. All three fingers massaged against my prostate. The constant pressure on such a sensitive spot made me tremble and my forearms slid down the wall until I was nearly bent over.

An orgasm built under my skin shockingly fast. I moaned and curled my hands into fists, eager for the inevitable release.

Yet, before I could tip over that edge, Garrison suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers free. “Seems like you’re ready.”

I groaned in frustration and looked back over my shoulder. “I thought you were going to help me?”

“I am.” Garrison grabbed something out of sight.

The sound of a crinkling wrapper had me twisting my spine to an uncomfortable angle to see what was happening. I watched as Garrison rolled a condom down over his cock and tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment that such a sight brought.

I wanted to feel Garrison inside me without any barrier between us. The demand to get rid of the condom was on the tip of my tongue, but I kept the words behind my teeth. Although I was certain that we had nothing to worry about— I’d snuck a look at Garrison’s medical files and knew the man was clean—giving up such protection would require trust from both sides.

I was ready to trust. I already trusted Garrison with my life. Trusting the man with my health seemed like a step down in comparison.

But did Garrison trust me?

Probably not.

I’d lied to the man, after all.

No, we would need to work up to that level of trust. So, for now, the barrier remained between us.

Condom in place and wrapper tossed aside, Garrison’s hands returned to my hips.

I braced myself, expecting Garrison to push inside me just like he had with his fingers. Instead, I gasped in surprise when Garrison pulled me backward instead. My limbs flailed as I found myself sitting on Garrison’s lap. His cock slotted between the globes of my ass.

Promising, but distinctly not what I wanted.

Letting out a high-pitched whine, I tipped my head back to rest on Garrison’s shoulder. “Now you’re just being mean.”

One of Garrison’s hands slid up my chest to rest lightly on my collarbone. “This is what you asked for.” Garrison’s breath heated the side of my neck. “You wanted me to take control. That means we go at my pace. So, relax and enjoy it.”

He let our hips grind together, his cock slowly sliding against my hole without breaching inside.

That went on for several minutes. It was a slow kind of torture. So close to the fulfillment that I wanted, but never taking the last step. There were a few moments where it seemed like Garrison might be lining up to finally start fucking me properly. The head of his cock would press against my hole, just one thrust away from slipping inside. Yet, each time it would slide right past, and we would return to our slow grind.

My recently denied orgasm already left sparks dancing under my skin. The constant stimulation against my sensitive rim had me panting. I could barely get the words out as I begged.

“Please, come on. Hurry up. Garrison, just... fuck. I need you inside me already.”

Warm lips pressed a line of kisses up my neck before Garrison spoke directly into my ear. “You really are a spoiled brat. Someone needs to teach you patience.”

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