The Grand Duel (The Grand Men #4)

Chapter 7

SEVEN

Lissie

I ’m being ballsy, but it’s the only way to make this work for me. The only way I’ll be able to peel the white lacy underwear off and let this stranger touch me. The nerves are warranted given the circumstances, but it’s not me. I believe you can either be the butterflies or the sanctuary. You can be free to fly, explore and live your life, or you can let the flutters inside of you consume you until you become the very thing that cages them.

The best experiences in life always come after that fluttering feeling in my stomach.

I feel him move between us and try to imagine exactly what’s happening beyond my blindfold.

I fixate on it.

I picture strong hands working on each button of a white shirt, exposing more and more inches of a wide chest. Strong. I imagine him to be strong. Jaw sharp with a long straight nose, perfect for teasing my neck and chest the way I love. He’s tall. Dark hair. Handsome as hell.

Iona was right. If the anticipation over being in this room, knowing what I was about to do wasn’t enough, being able to make him whatever I need him to be beyond my blindfold right now is.

I rub my thighs together discreetly, still listening to the rustling of clothes. The ache that ripples throughout my pelvis has a soft sigh parting my lips.

And then he sighs. Although it’s not quite the same as mine. It’s needy. More. A plea wrapped in desire desperate for an escape it doesn’t find as it parts his lips.

“I don’t feel quite so nervous anymore,” I tell him honestly.

“No,” he says softly, too softly, the heat of his naked body brushing up against mine. “You feel dangerous.”

I reach behind me and undo the clasp on my bra. I let it fall to the ground between us. “Charlie?”

“Hmm,” he murmurs back, and I know his eyes are fixed on me.

I lift my chin up, as if he’s tall and towers over me. “I haven’t been touched in so long.”

He lets out another sound, and it fuels me. Because it’s not just me alone in my arousal; he feels it, too.

Large hands settle on my waist, and I shiver, goose bumps pebbling under his fingertips. I keep my head angled back, hoping he’ll get the idea to lower his head to my neck.

“I like how your hands feel on me.”

A growly sound rattles from his chest.

He lowers his head, his lips pressing into the hollow in my throat. I can feel the fabric of his trousers against my abdomen, which, one: tells me he is tall, and two: “You’re not naked.”

His lips drag lower, his nose trailing. “I got distracted.”

God, that feels good. I reach between us and fumble for the front of his trousers, finding the belt and top button open, as if he really was midway through when he got distracted. I drag the zipper down, the resistance behind it making my insides clench.

My hand brushes his erection, and he hisses.

He’s so hard.

His head drops lower, and I lean back, giving him access to my chest. “Good girl,” he rasps, then flicks his tongue across the tip of my nipple, his hands cupping each breast. “Anything?” he asks, mimicking me.

I nod. “Yes. Please.”

And as if it’s all he needs, he lifts me. My legs wrap around him, his waist, and he carries me to what I can tell is the seating area, setting me down to sit straddling his lap. The second I settle over him, I feel the long thick length of his cock against the lace of my underwear, the material covering us both doing nothing to stop the feel of him, the hardness, along my pussy.

“Where the fuck did you even come from?”

The question is rhetorical. One I’d usually have an answer for, but I don’t even try to think of something smart to come back with because I’m too busy focusing on his hands as they cover my breasts, the expanse of them lifting and squeezing despite the ample size.

I roll my hips in answer instead.

He grinds up into me, making my clit throb. Reaching out blindly, I steady my hands on his bare shoulders.

He groans. “I can feel you.”

“I can feel you, too,” I reply, grinding my hips down harder. I need it. I need him.

“No.” He eases me back slightly. “Through my boxers. You’re wet, and you’re covering me in it.”

Oh my god.

I look down between us despite not being able to see. “I’m so sor?—”

My voice trails off as his hand slips into the front of my lace. He cups me, and my mouth parts. Two fingers swipe through my pussy before settling at my opening.

“I already know you’ll taste as good as you look, Jovie.”

I clench my eyes tight. “No. Sorry, not no, just…call me something else.”

He stills. “What do you want me to call you?”

Anything. Anything but my sister’s name. What’s going to get me off? “Will you call me baby?”

He hesitates for a second too long, his hand slipping away from me.

I panic. I’m fucking this up. “Or Lissi?—”

His fingers still my bottom lip, two of them, both wet. “Shh.” He drags down then uses what feels like his thumb to smear the sticky spot out and across my mouth. I feel him near, his nose touching my cheek first, and then his warm wet tongue lashes out across the corner of my mouth, his lips closing around what’s left behind. “Mm,” he groans. “Yeah. I’ll call you baby.”

I let out the breath I’ve been holding, desperate to lean in and search out his mouth again.

He said no kissing, but what was that?

It wasn’t a kiss, but…

He stands and lifts me, and then I’m quickly placed down on a soft flat surface. It dips at my ankles, his body draping over mine. Lifting a hand, I place it on his chest, trailing down over each toned muscle on his stomach.

I trail lower until he tenses, his chest grumbling. “What do I call you?” I dip into his boxers and wrap my hand around him, squeezing.

“Charlie,” he croaks out, suddenly sounding a little vulnerable.

He’s sticking to the name then. Clearly not a brother or close relative. Seems I’ve got cop boy right where I want him. “Charlie boy,” I test, not wanting what everyone else gets and making it my own.

His cock twitches in my hand.

“Okay.” I grin. “You call me baby, and I’ll call you my Charlie boy.”

It twitches again.

My smile widens, and I arch my back, my breasts squishing into his firm chest.

His hands move down my sides, the tips of his fingers hooking into my lace panties, dragging down, down. “Open your legs for me.”

I relax into the mattress at my back and spread my legs for him, sensing a hint of impatience as he loses the gentleness from before.

I take his hand from my thigh and lift it, sucking his pointer finger into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the salty skin, nibbling and teasing him as I drag it out. I let it bump over my chin, my throat, leaving a wet trail down between my bare breasts, over my stomach, my pelvis. I let out a sigh as I guide it inside of me, rolling my hips down onto his hand.

“Yes.” God, yes . I knew I needed this.

He meets my eager hips, adding a finger and pumping into me. With my vision lost to a void of darkness, I only have my other senses to rely on, and the slick sound of my arousal is all that fills my ears.

“I’m as starved for the taste of you as your pussy is for me.” He pulls his fingers out and glides them effortlessly up to my clit. “You’ve been patient waiting for this.”

I whimper as I nod.

“I want you dripping for me,” he says, and I get that feeling again, a tingle in my spine that tells me his eyes are devouring every inch of me. This time, I don’t feel the need to hide. This time, I open my legs further apart.

I hear him snigger, and then his finger and thumb are pinching the tip of my nipple.

My back arches, and he slips an arm under me, quickly flipping me over. “Stay there,” he tells me.

I hold steady on all fours, waiting.

There’s not a lot of warning before he’s touching me again, the palms of his large hands spreading the cheeks of my ass up and out.

I hear him groan right before his mouth is on me, a long, drawn-out, sucking kiss he leaves on my core before pulling away.

The bed dips again, and it leaves me a little disoriented as I try and figure out where and what he’s doing. I sense movement in front of my face and lift my head up.

His fingers take hold of my chin. “Come here, baby.” He guides me forward on all fours, his legs settling on either side of me. “Lean down,” he says, directing my head lower. “Here.” His thumb splits my lips apart, his other hand holding back my hair. “Take my cock.”

I do as he asks, lowering until the head of his cock brushes past my lips, and I have to open wider to take him. I let my tongue sweep down and then up the length of him before I wrap my hand around his at the base, squeezing on top of his grip as I suck him.

I can’t help the smile that flutters against him when he grunts his approval.

I picture him lying back, spread out and naked with his cock in his hand, me hunched over as I take him deep into my mouth.

I suck him harder at the fantasy I’ve created, rubbing my thighs together to create friction between my legs.

“That’s it,” he sighs. “I want you dripping for me, baby. I want you so wet your cheeks pink every time you change a bed sheet. Tomorrow, three years from now, your wedding night. I want you to remember the mess you made on these sheets.” He lets out another tortured, breathy sound. “For me .”

His words make my insides coil, a heat spreading from my pelvis to my centre. When I rub my thighs together again, I find myself even wetter.

I groan, my stretched lips vibrating around him.

He guides my head into a rhythm he likes, a slow, deep motion as I suck him, tease him with the flat of my tongue.

When a burst of precum coats the back of my throat, I swallow it down and pull back, not wanting him to come yet. “I need…”

“What do you need?”

“I…” I squeeze my eyes tightly together behind the mask. “I feel so empty,” I say honestly.

His breath fans across my face, as if he’s sat forward. “Tell me what you need.”

“More,” I beg. “I need you.”

The bed moves again, and he pulls me up onto my knees, his hand gently smoothing up my throat as he angles my head back. “Now the truth. Say, I can’t stand to suck your cock, Charlie, because I need it inside of me.”

“Yes,” I pant.

His hand drops between us, two long fingers parting then sinking into my pussy. “Fuck. I need the words, baby. Straight out of those pretty lips.”

I slash my tongue across them, getting the sense they’re what has his attention. “Please,” I whimper as I rock back and forth on my knees to gain friction against his palm. The insides of my thighs are a sticky mess. “I want your cock inside of me.”

“I know.” His hands leave me again, and I cry out. “Soon, darling.” I’m lifted, my body feeling weightless in his arms. “Lie back for me.”

He places me down on the edge of the bed, his body sliding between my knees.

“I…” I shiver as pleasure rolls through me, leaning back on my elbows. “Please,” I beg.

His head drops to my thigh, his teeth grazing.

“Please,” I whisper, my mouth hanging open when he starts sucking on the wet skin coating my inner thighs. “Oh my god.”

He lifts my left leg and places it over one strong shoulder, followed by my right. “On my fucking knees,” he mutters before his mouth closes in on me, covering my pussy with delicious heat.

I reach forward as he sinks his face between my thighs, knotting my fingers in his thick hair as he devours me. I’m so wet, so swollen, I feel myself getting close too quickly.

He pushes me back with his shoulders propelling my thighs, pinning me to the bed with little effort as he licks and sucks. I lean back, letting him do whatever he wants to.

I work my hips, my hands directing him exactly where I need him.

It’s too much.

Too good.

My legs go stiff, my back arching as my body gives.

“Hmm,” he groans against me, drawing out my orgasm with sucking kisses and nips at my clit.

When he’s sure I’m done, he flattens his tongue and licks up the centre of me.

Before I can come down fully, my insides still a mess of pleasure, he has me on all fours, the sound of a packet being torn open barely registering before his cock is braced at my entrance.

He sinks inside of me in one drawn-out motion, his pelvis meeting my ass as he leans over my back and whispers into my ear. “You did so good, baby.”

My blood roars in my veins, his cock so deep. “I’m so full.”

“Full of me,” he confirms. “ Fuck .”

He draws out of me and rolls his hips back in, hard, deep, yet slow. He’s so hard. So big. “I’m going to…I’m…”

“Come for me. Come on my cock.”

He thrusts forward, knocking the air out of my lungs and sending me free falling.

Without a word, he pulls out and flips me, lying me on my back and sliding straight back in. My blindfold has shifted with the motion, and in my orgasmic haze, I catch a flash of dark hair just as he reaches out and rights it for me.

I lift my knees up, hugging them to his ribs as my orgasm continues to ripple around him.

I hear him groan, I feel him harden, but he doesn’t say anything else, his body working in and out of me.

“You feel…you feel so good,” I moan, grasping his back. “Charlie.”

He grunts, fucking me harder.

“Charlie boy,” I mutter, knowing he likes it, my voice jarring from his relentless thrusts.

His body falls to mine, our foreheads meeting as his own orgasm takes him down. His chest pounds against my breasts, his breathing a ragged mess of incomplete pants. “Fuck,” he tries, his cock still twitching as he releases inside of me. “Fuck.”

He slides off me quickly, and I feel the mattress dip at my side, my body sticky and sweat-covered as it lies spent.

It takes me a couple of minutes to come back down from whatever that was, for the blood to stop roaring in my ears.

That was…incredible. So much more than I expected. So much more…

I pull away the blindfold, suddenly desperate to see him. Only he’s nowhere to be seen, his clothes gone, the door still slowly closing shut behind him.