The Grand Duel (The Grand Men #4)

Chapter 30

THIRTY

Charlie

I run my tongue over my teeth, my widened stare locked on her. “I’m not playing games with you. Not here. You’re upset?—”

“Then leave.”

I stare her down, not wanting to give up control and not wanting to do this with her. Not like this, when she’s upset. But then her chin lifts, and I know that I’ll do it, and before I can process that fact—that fucking revelation—the floor is firm beneath my knees.

She looks down her nose at me, soaking up the image.

“Lis—”

She reaches for my tie, unknotting it. “Do you know what the worst part is about not being able to see when you’re having sex?” She doesn’t meet my eyes, her focus on her task as she discards my tie and starts on my shirt. “It’s the unknowing of what’s next…the vulnerability…”

I reach out, grasping her hips. I drop my head to her stomach, halting her. “Lissie, just let me?—”

She pushes out of my grip. “The blind trust you have to have,” she continues. When she’s done unbuttoning my shirt, she finally meets my eyes, hers heavy and savage. “Do you trust me?”

My eyes flick between hers, the question coming from a million different places if what her gaze tells me is true.

I nod.

She twists her neck, brows lifting. “Blindly?”

I swallow in answer, watching as she reaches out and slides the blindfold over my head.

She lets her eyes dart down to mine once before she pulls the silk low to cover my eyes, blacking out the world— and her.

I hear her moving, but the inability to see her makes my mouth go dry.

Her fingers grasp my chin and lift, and then her words pant across my lips. “May I touch you?”

I dip my head knowing she’s close enough and catch her forehead, our noses brushing before she can pull back. When she does, I let out a groan.

I feel her hands at my belt, and then she’s working the button of my trousers undone. My cock strains against the zip, and as she lowers it, her thumb trails down the length of me to the tip. “Charles?” she questions, and I have to squeeze my eyes tight behind the blindfold.

“Anything,” I grit out in answer. “ Anything .”

Her hands fall away from me, and I hear her step back.

“Lissie?”

The urge to reach up and pull off the blindfold is at the forefront of my mind, the need to see her beyond anything sane.

“If you calm down, breathe, and listen, Charlie, you might be able to hear.”

I swallow and try to relax, the sound of the bed shifting registering. But then there’s silence, only the faint sound of the song which I hadn’t heard before now playing quietly over the speaker. I dip my head, waiting for her, wondering if she’d leave me here like this as payback.

But then her drawn-out, heavy moan has my head snapping up, the whir and buzz of a vibrator sending my fingers to my scalp, linking on the crown of my head. “Lissie,” I groan.

“Yes?” she says, breathless. “Mm, yes .”

I’m going to take the blindfold off. I have to. Need to.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t know me, and she kept the blindfold on the entire time.

“I’m so wet,” she moans. “Charles.”

I drop my head, my chest rising and falling.

“I need more. It’s been weeks, and it’s all I’ve thought about—how full you made me. I can’t wait for you. It feels too good…” She trails off, and I imagine her laid back on the bed, submitting to whatever it is she’s using to pleasure herself.

I reach down and palm my cock through my briefs, relieving the ache as it grows impossibly harder. “I need you, Lis. Wait for me.” I lose my shirt from around my shoulders and force my hands to my sides, desperate to rip off the blindfold.

“Say please,” she rasps.

“Please,” I beg.

I hear the toy quiet and then her breathy moans and whimpers are all I get, the worst possible torture you could inflict on me.

“Charles,” she says, “Charles…yes…”

I wait, knowing she’s close, her voice ragged and broken.

When she gasps, I tip my chin, knowing she’s gone, her body lost.

“Lis, please,” I groan. “What do you want? Do you want me to beg and crawl on my hands and knees for you? Because I will.”

It takes a few minutes, my own body wired with energy as I kneel, agitated, until I hear her move on the bed.

“Charles, come here,” she says softly. “Crawl to me.”

Fuck .

I contemplate it for a second, and not because I don’t want to crawl to her. I gave her the idea. But because I do. Because somewhere between today and the first time we were here, she became something a little more to me than another girl in the club.

I place my hands on the ground and crawl in the direction I’d heard her, praying she’ll give me an inch when I reach her feet.

“That’s close enough.”

I come to a halt, lifting up on my knees again, my lips parting as I wait for her next move. It comes in the form of her finger, slick, slipping into my open mouth and hooking onto my bottom teeth. She gently guides me towards her, sliding her finger deeper into my mouth once I’m between her legs. I smooth my hands up her thighs, sucking her finger clean as my cock grows achingly harder. When she pulls her finger from my mouth, I dip my head, nuzzling her hand before kissing her palm.

“You taste as good as I remember, baby,” I groan, dipping my head to place a kiss to her stomach.

I let out another moan, and her hands go to my hair, pulling at the roots.

It drives me wild.

My lips cover her skin, from her belly button to her hips. I blindly find my way to her thighs, taking my time as I devour every inch of her. “Tell me what you need.”

When my lips meet the lace of her underwear, I ease back an inch and then lick over the material to tease her, only the crotch is split open, and my tongue sinks between her folds. I groan, my chest rattling. As I reach her clit, I slightly pull away, the feel of her arousal stringing from my bottom lip and dripping to my chin before I can catch it with a swipe of my tongue.

She immediately tightens her hold on my hair, keeping me held back as I desperately try to lean in for more. “Lis…”

She stands and twists my head to the side, my body turning on autopilot when she moves. She has me sat on the floor with my head laid back on the bed within seconds, her hands still buried in my hair. I feel her climb on the bed and lick at my lips, waiting.

I let out a shaky breath as I feel her hover over me. “Baby, yes.”

She sinks down, slowly, too slowly. But once I feel her there, I reach for her, smoothing over her ass and hips, wrapping my hands around her thighs to support her squat, and then I run my tongue through her pussy, sucking on her clit once before I dip lower and tease her with the tip until she gives in and sinks herself down properly.

I smile the best I can as she smothers my face and then tighten my hold on her legs, forcing her to give me her weight and to move on me.

She lets out a moan, and it drives me on, sucking and teasing and licking her until she drops one leg to the ground beside me. I reposition my hold on her, working her forward and back with my mouth as she rocks her hips, her hands cradling my head to put me where she needs me. She fucks my face, shamelessly so, and I fucking love every second of it.

My cock throbs, the ache, the need, too much.

I snake my head from side to side, up and down, needing more, needing her to take more.

When she tenses under my hold, her hips jerking against my onslaught, I slow, gently placing sucking kisses over her slick flesh.

I trace her with my tongue, letting her come down and draw out every bit of her orgasm.

When she’s done, her legs trembling under my hands, I wonder if she’ll relent. If, maybe, she’ll take my blindfold off and tell me she forgives me and that I can fuck her the way I’ve needed to for weeks.

“Stand up,” she pants, her voice shaking as she uses a finger to wipe across my mouth and chin.

She climbs off me completely, and I slowly get up, slightly disoriented. But then I feel her there, just in front of my chest, and my gut instantly uncoils.

“I want to know if you enjoyed that as much as you made out.”

With my chest working, I let out a snigger. “I can promise you I did.”

“Promises are worthless to me today.”

I nod, knowing she’s as worked up as I am. I reach into my briefs and fist my cock. “You need proof that you have me by the balls right now?”

Her hand joins mine, cupping me.

I moan, grinding my hips into her.

I need her.

I need her now.

“No,” she says, squeezing my balls before covering my hand with hers. “I’ve had you by the balls for weeks.”

She flexes her hand over mine, and I move it away, letting her take over. And the feel of her hand around my cock, knowing it’s her, Lissie, and not some random woman who means nothing to me… “Baby.” I let out a shuddered breath as she works me up and down, pushing my briefs down my legs with her other hand.

I try to keep my shit together, knowing I need to make this last, but it’s been weeks.

And it’s her.

My Lissie girl.

She leans in, her body warm against mine, and kisses my neck. I reach out and steady her to me with my hand spread over her ass, her hand trapped between us as she dusts her thumb over the tip of my cock.

I dip my head back as she teases her lips down my chest. My stomach flexes as she licks and sucks, her teeth nipping as she goes lower.

I’d give anything to see this.

To see her like this.

I squeeze my eyes tight as she reaches my groin, her mouth and tongue anywhere but where I’m desperate for her. “Lis…”

She fists me again and pumps me, lifting my cock and sucking on my sac. She drags her tongue up, taking her time as she teases the underside of my cock. When she reaches the head, she licks once across the tip, and then sinks me to the back of her throat, sucking in her cheeks as she pulls back and slides the tip in and out of her hot mouth.

My toes curl, and I ease my fingers into her hair at the base of her head, taking a step forward as I keep her in place. When she gags, my cock kicks, and I feel the rush of precum leak out.

“Hmm,” she hums, making my gut coil.

Fuck . “How rough do you like it, baby?”

She takes me deep, my hands guiding her, pulling on her roots when my balls tighten. As she drags back, she bares her teeth down the length of me.

I moan, tightening my hold.

She sucks back down, her tongue fluttering on the underside where her teeth scraped.

Her hands work up my thighs to my ass. I drop my head back when she pulls me deeper. And it’s all I need, that green light to take over. The next time she works me to the back of her throat, I push forward with my hands in her hair and grind my hips deeper. She gags again, my cock coming out of her mouth hot and wet.

My heart races, the chase over the edge close. Maybe too close.

Her hands roam from my ass to my hips, our pace too fucking good and understood by the both of us. She runs her fingers up my abs, over my biceps and down my forearms. I loosen a hand from her hair and lift it, catching a hold of her fingers on my chest and linking them.

She whimpers around my cock, squeezing my hand in her grip.

“Fucking perfect, Lis.”

She moans, and my cock jolts.

She must sense I’m close and focuses on the tip, teasing me.

My mouth drops open, my hand in hers tight and punishing.

She’s too much and not enough.

She’s perfect.

When my body threatens to give, I use the hand in her hair to pull her back. “Get on the bed.”

With our hands linked, she stands and guides me to the bed. I kick off my shoes and my briefs from around my ankles. Kneeling on the bed with my hands on her hips, I dip my head until my lips meet the soft skin at the top of her thighs, kissing her. I run my nose up over her stomach until I find her breasts, my mouth toying with her nipples through the lace before I work back down.

“Charles.”

“It’s Charlie boy.”

She moans. “Please.”

I use my mouth to guide me, then dip my head and lick through her pussy, my tongue coming away covered in her.

“Good girl, baby. You made sure you were perfect for me.”

She must ease forward, her hands reaching out to wrap around my biceps as she pulls me up.

My cock is painfully hard, the anticipation of sinking inside of her again making me weak at the knees.

I position myself above her, my chest giving me away as it meets hers in rapid bursts. “Condom, Lis,” I whisper in a panic. “It’s in my trouser pocket.”

I feel her reach out, across the bed maybe. I hear the tear of a packet. And then her hand is between us, rolling a condom down my cock.

I gasp as she sheaths me to the base, at the fact I’ve let her put it on me.

I’ve never let another woman do that.

Another rule lost to her.

I drop my head, meeting her forehead. I rock it side to side, my eyes clenched behind the blindfold. “There’s no one else I’d want to be with like this.” I slowly sink inside of her, my voice growing raspy as I add, “No one else, baby.”

When I’m nearly to the hilt, I slide back an inch and then roll my hips deep, pinning her to the bed.

We both let out a variation of a moan.

Her hands grab hold of my head, directing it down. When I know she’s about to kiss me, I frown, unsure. I sink lower and kiss her neck instead.

As I move back up, flattening my tongue across the hot skin at her throat and up to her ear, I lift my knee under her thigh and thrust deep, moving her up the mattress.

“Charles,” she whimpers, forgetting the kiss.

I keep the pace, grinding my cock into that sweet spot inside of her over and over. It’s too good, and not enough. I lift my other knee, dragging my hands down her body until I can lift her at the hips. I settle her to sit on my thighs, her pussy sinking down another inch once she’s upright and her ankles are crossed at my back.

“ Fuck .”

“Oh my god,” she pants across my lips. “I’m?—”

I keep one hand on her ass and the other supporting her upper body, locking it at the nape of her neck. I rock her over me, lifting her slightly each time to grind her back down.

“Charlie.” Her head meets my chin, and I nudge it back, messily dusting my nose over her face until I know her mouth is right there.

I drag my lips over her cheek and to the corner of her mouth. My tongue peeks out, teasing a taste. My cock jerks, balls tightening. I quickly pull back, thinking better of it.

I want to. I want to kiss her. But I’ve never kissed a woman in this club. It’s my hard limit. Always has been. And I definitely don’t want my first kiss with Lissie to be here.

The fact I’ve denied her makes me hate myself.

The fact I can’t give her what she needs…

I grip her, grinding my hips up and pulling her down onto me harder and harder until we’re both grunting, both covered in her, both fucked.

“Yes,” she cries. “Charlie, yes.”

I get sloppy, close, my head gone.

She leans forward, toppling us over and making me drop back to the bed as she straddles me. “Fuck.”

When she rolls her hips forward, taking my hands and placing them on her stomach, I groan.

I palm her breasts, squeezing and toying with the nipples, and then I drop my hand to her thigh, my other to her clit.

I give her a little pressure as my balls draw up. My hand tightens on her leg, her body grinding over me deeper, taking more and more of me.

Her nails bite into my abs, dragging down to my groin.

“Lis…Baby…” My orgasm roars through me, body jerking under hers as she moans above me, shamelessly, sexily rubbing herself over me until she’s coming right along with me.

My cock is still hard when she hastily slips off me. I frown, my heart pounding in my ears, in my chest, as it works up and down to pull the air back into my lungs. “Fuck.”

I feel the bed dip and reach for the blindfold, lifting it, and catch the back of her as she heads for the staff door. “Lissie,” I say in a rush, jumping from the bed, knowing it will lock the second it closes.

My stomach twists when she pulls it shut behind her.