Page 3 of Pucking the Grump

And most importantly, no strings attached.

I should remind Stone, gently, that the status quo is best. I should, and…I would if he weren’t already kissing me again, fusing his lips to mine with an intensity that makes speech impossible. Stone kisses like he plays hockey, with total commitment, exquisite skill, and just the right amount of aggression. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, claiming his territory, and I surrender to the hunger he brings roaring to life inside me, grabbing the sides of his jeans and dragging him closer.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

“Everything,” I breathe, shoving his shirt off his broad shoulders. “I want all of you. Now.” He helps me dispense with his button-down, and I go for the tight white undershirt beneath, pulling it up and over his head, revealing his chest. My hands roam greedily over warm skin and hard muscle, savoring his sharp intake of breath when my nails drag across his nipples.

Stone growls—a literal, primal growl that sends fresh heat onto my already ruined panties—before capturing my mouth in another bruising kiss. His hands move to my blouse, and a beat later, I feel a sharp jerk, followed by the distinct sound of buttons scattering across the office floor.

“Not again. That was brand new,” I breathe against his lips.

“Bill me,” he murmurs, before bending to take one lace-covered nipple between his teeth.

I arch closer, a ragged cry escaping my throat as hunger pulses between my thighs, coiling, hot and low, in my core. Stone tugs my bra down, baring my breasts before sucking one sensitive peak deep while his fingers tease the other, the dual sensation making me dizzy with need.

“Damn, I love your mouth.” His tongue flicks over my nipple, then comes the sweet sting of his teeth, making me groan. “Don’t stop. Ever.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says, shoving my skirt up even higher. My panties hit the floor a beat later. “Been fantasizing about bending you over this desk since you breezed past me without a second look in the hall this morning.” His fingers find my clit, making me moan as he rubs me in circles. “Couldn’t wait to have your full and complete attention.”

The longing in his voice makes my pussy clench. “Then quit stalling,” I taunt, my breath coming faster as he sinks to his knees in front of me. “Or did you blow all your stamina at practice today?”

His laugh vibrates against my skin as he bites the inside of my thigh. “You’re about to find out how much stamina I’ve got.” His breath ghosts over my slick center, hot and mocking. “But first? I’m gonna make you come so hard you forget what Remy is short for.”

“Yeah, good luck with that, I—” My jab dissolves into a gasp as his mouth crashes against me, his tongue spearing deep. My hips jerk off the desk, arching closer, but he pins me down, holding me captive as he devours me. Every suck, every flick against my clit is precision warfare, the same ruthless focus he uses to break defenses on the rink.

And I’m breaking fast.

“Yes, Stone! God, yes.” I’m shameless now, grinding against his face, my legs shaking as he adds two fingers, crooking them to stroke the spot that makes my vision blur. “Yes! Right there, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it,” he rumbles against my clit before sealing his lips around it and sucking hard. My orgasm slams into me like a check into the boards—violent, electrifying, stealing my breath away as I writhe. “That’s one,” he murmurs, as I slowly come down from the bliss spiral. “How many do you need before this sweet pussy is ready to take every inch?”

“Now,” I pant, still twitching from the aftershocks. “Fuck me now.”

“Don’t want to hurt you, Bossy,” he says, heat flaring in his gaze as his focus returns to where I’m insanely wet for him. “You’re a tiny thing, and you know I go deep from behind.”

“Less talk, more fucking me, princess,” I say, employing the nickname I use to tease him about his love for flower-arranging classes and facials and other activities traditionally reserved for gay men of a certain age.

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His eyes darken, that competitive fire igniting as he surges up to crush his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his tongue, salt and sin, as he tugs his belt open with his free hand. “But who am I to deny a woman who’s ready to get railed?”

Stone spins me around, his chest a furnace against my back as he bends me over my desk. My keyboard makes crunching noises under my ribs and my pencil holder falls to the floor, but all I care about is the thick head of Stone’s cock butting against where I’m desperate for him.

He sheathes himself in one brutal thrust, stretching me until I suck in a bracing breath. Even as wet as I am, he’s a lot. So long, so thick, so hard that I feel him everywhere, and he’s clearly ready to give me exactly what I asked for.

“Christ, Remy. You’re so tight on my dick, baby. So fucking tight.” His fingers dig into my hips, yanking me back into him with each snap of his pelvis. The desk creaks, more pens rolling off the edge as he takes me hard and my body begins to spiral all over again. “Is this what you needed, Bossy? Every inch of my cock ruining this tight little cunt?”

“Yes, please, oh please,” I beg. I’m beyond pride, clawing at the desk as he hammers that spot deep inside that drives me wild. “Stone. Oh God, Stone.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me.” His palm cracks against my ass, the sting ricocheting straight to my clit. “Come all over my cock. Now.”

I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, drowning me in pleasure as Stone whispers filthy things against my neck. “Still think I’m all talk, baby?” He pins my wrists to the desk, his rhythm growing erratic.

“Come in me,” I beg shamelessly. “Come so deep inside, please.”

He slams home one final time, his groan of release muffled by my hair as his hips stutter. “Fuck baby. Fuck… Love coming in you. Love this pussy bare on my cock, Remy.” He sucks in a breath as he continues to twitch inside me. “Never going to get enough of you. Never.”

I swallow, catching my breath as he sags on top of me, knowing better than to take that last part seriously.

We all say things we don’t really mean when under the influence of extreme horniness. That’s how I ended up getting an IUD six months ago. I kept telling Stone to fuck me bare when I really shouldn’t have been.

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