Page 56 of Trick or Truce

“What were you just thinking about?”

My cheeks burn with embarrassment or desire, I can’t be sure. “Nothing.”

He lifts his hand to my cheek and his thumb brushes over my lips. “Tell me, Elena.”

A shiver of need dances down my spine and my stomach clenches. “I was wishing that you weren’t in pain because I want to straddle you.”

“Straddle me.”

Those two words have wetness pooling between my legs. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“The pain is nothing compared to the way I’d feel if you got up and left right now.”

Excitement rushes through my veins.

I swing my leg over him and plant my knees on either side of his hips. Then I take his hands and guide them down onto my ass. “This is what I was thinking about.”

He squeezes two handfuls. “Fuck, your body is perfect.”

I widen my legs and lower myself onto the hardness bulging out of his sweatpants, rolling my hips once to see if it hurts him.

“Mmm.” His gaze falls to my mouth. “I should pull my back out more often.”

I roll my hips again, relishing in the feel of him through my yoga pants. “Imagine what you could do to me if you weren’t in pain.”

He smirks. “I’ll make an appointment with the doctor tomorrow.”

“Good boy.”

I run my hands along his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his thin T-shirt as I roll my hips once more. His fingers dig into my ass, squeezing me hard. Then I lean down, bringing my lips closer to his. I hover over his mouth, counting the seconds as I wait for him to stop me.

But he doesn’t.

I press my lips to his, the light contact sending electric sparks throughout my entire body. I do it again and again, rocking my hips in sync with our mouths. He keeps one hand on my ass and moves the other up my back, settling between my shoulder blades, holding me against him.

I slip my tongue between his lips, and he opens in an instant, his tongue winding around mine to deepen our kiss. I moan into his mouth and our pace picks up as I shamelessly chase a release. He grips the hair at the base of my neck, fisting it in his hand.

The room fills with the sound of our panting. Grant slides his hand under my shirt, and I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, giving him access to what he wants. Both of his large hands push up my bra and cup my breasts as he lets out a loud groan. He plays with my nipples, swirling his thumbs over the hardened buds. He cranes his neck and takes one into his mouth, grunting like he’s feasting on me. I arch my back and push my chest against him, relishing in the feel of his warm tongue on me. Burning pleasure mounts between my legs as I rub myself against his dick.

“Are you wet, Elena?” His deep voice rasps against my skin.

I take one of his hands and guide him to the edge of my waistband. “See for yourself.”

His eyes lock with mine as he slips his fingers under my panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me.”

I ride his fingers, moaning his name in his ear. “Grant, you feel so good.”

“You’re going to come all over my hand.” He slips a finger inside me while his thumb plays with my clit. “I want to watch how beautiful you look when you come and then I want to taste you dripping from my fingers.”

Oh god. His words spur me on. I reach down into his boxers and wrap my hand around him, jerking him in hard strokes. I break our kiss to look down between us. He’s long and thick, matching every other part of him, and my pussy clenches at the thought of taking him inside me.

“You’re going to make me come way too soon if you keep looking at my dick like that.”

I run my thumb over his swollen crown before dragging my hand back down and squeezing him at the base of his cock. “Good, because I want you to come with me, and I’m close.”

He curls another finger inside me, and I see stars.

We’re panting into each other’s mouths, grunting and moaning, hands and hips frantic like wild animals, until I clench around his fingers, white-hot ecstasy shooting through me like a firework.

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