Wasted (Kenshaw Ranch Book 5)

by Piper Frost

  "No, nope," she blurts. "It's in my room. I uh...it didn't go with my outfit."

  "Didn't go with your outfit. You could put Eric's shitty jacket on and still look pretty fucking edible in that dress." I nudge Eric. "Am I right?"

  "Okay. Grant." Affton grabs my arm.

  "I'm kidding. It's a nice suit Eric." I brush off his shoulders. "But, Carter, I really need that watch. Now."

  "R…" she stammers. "Right now? Can't it wait until the end of the party?" Her eyes are wide and her cheeks flush.

  "I don't know. Does it want to wait until the end of the party?"

  Affton uncomfortably chuckles and she tries to make small talk with Eric, but my glare stays on Carter.

  "It's your watch." Carter shrugs indifferently but the color on her cheeks and the hitch in her breath tells me it's anything but. "Just say the word."

  "I need to know the time right this minute like I need water to live. I can't wait until the end of the party. I gotta be getting home soon." I turn to Eric and Affton and he's staring, completely ignoring Affton trying to lure him away. "Eric." I shake his hand forcefully. "Good to meet you, man. I gotta get my watch outta this girl." I stroll away and head for the stairs. I don't bother looking back. If she doesn't follow, I'll give her ten minutes. The next time I won't be so generous with easing her into this little game.

  Her heels click down the stairs after me and when she makes it to her door I'm leaning against the wall waiting for her. She's got that look in her eyes again and her sight doesn't leave me until she slips into her bedroom.

  I slam the door behind us, locking it, then grab her wrist and tug her against me. My mouth goes to her neck and my hand slowly works her zipper down. I push her dress over her hips and she steps out of it.

  "Leave the heels on."

  She lets out a moan then kicks the dress aside. Before she can take her next breath she's on me. Her hands grab at the bottom of my shirt before snaking their way under the top of my jeans.

  "You teased me all night," she whispers as she starts to work my belt buckle off.

  Her nails keep nicking my lower stomach and my dick's hard enough to unzip my pants. She finally let's my jeans fall to the floor and when I reach for her, she giggles, letting her body push against mine.

  "What's so funny?" I grin down at her, slowly wrapping my hand to the back of her neck, waiting for an answer before I taste those lips I've been thinking about all night.

  "There are so many people in this house and we're about to fuck. Real, real fucking hard, I hope." Her eyes brighten and she grins. "Real hard."

  She's learning. Sliding my teeth over my bottom lip I study her face a minute. I don't know why I think this is the opportune time to take note of every freckle and dimple, and the fact she's probably the hottest chick I've been with. I open my mouth to tell her but quickly stop myself. There's no point. It's sex, she doesn't need endearment bullshit.

  My mouth hits hers and she's pulling, clawing at my flesh, trying to ride me before I'm even in her. With a chuckle I pull out of our kiss. "Turn around and bend over, baby," I pant, my heart beating faster and faster with every second we stand here.

  Her eyebrow quirks up. "As you wish, sir," she whispers, her nails pull down my stomach before she slowly turns and pushes her ass against my dick.

  "Fuck," I hiss.

  What's this sir shit? I'm not commenting on it because I fucking like it and my cock started throbbing the second she became compliant. I grab a handful of her ass, hating I'm not a patient man when it comes to sex because I want to take this into the early morning. Dropping to my knees I spread her open from behind and pull my tongue from her clit to her opening, not sure how my watch isn't sliding right out of her soaked pussy. I do it again and her whole body tenses but she lets out a moan like she's fucking enjoying it.

  "God, Grant," she groans, pushing back on my face and reaching around, gripping my hair in her fist. "Fuck."

  Holding me by my hair, she grinds against my face. Usually I'm more in control, but this is so fucking hot, I'm not going to stop her. I push harder against her soaked pussy while my tongue laps at her clit until her thighs start to tremble. Spreading her open wider, I suck her clit into my mouth, not giving a damn I can't breathe. The way she's crying in ecstasy, I'd sooner pass out from lack of air.

  "Oh fuck! Holy fuck, fuck, Grant!" Her thighs clamp around me and she gasps. Her entire body goes rigid before her orgasm is soaking my face. "Shit, fuck!" She's not trying at all to be quiet as she rides this one out. The first of many I have planned for tonight.

  When her screaming stops and only heavy breaths come from her, I sit back on my heels. My face is drenched, her thighs, pussy, ass. She's fucking soaked and I'm in so much pain because all I want to do is be inside her, but it's going to wait.

  "Fuck." I slide my finger between her pussy lips, back and forth, making her twitch each time I touch her swollen clit. "Good girl, baby." I grin and lean in, biting her ass before sliding two fingers inside her clenched pussy.

  She's leaned over the bed, not moving and still trying to come down from that high. Probing gently, I find my watch and smirk, sliding it out of her. I toss it to the bed next to her face and she lifts her head.

  "I really hope that thing's waterproof," she mumbles, letting out a deep breath. "God, that was worth it." She says it like we're done for the night.

  "It's waterproof." I stand, pulling my hands up her legs, making sure to spread her open as I go. "What else have you had inside you?" I glance at her face but my eyes quickly go back to her pussy, I keep dipping my fingers in, starting with one. Two. Three...four. She squirms under me.

  "Dicks and dildos," she whispers then moans. "And now a watch." She curses and pushes back against my hand. "And now I need your dick."

  "You'll get my dick, baby." I rub my other hand over her ass, still trying to ease these four fingers inside her. "Relax that pussy for me," I tell her and I get to my knees again.

  She lays her head back down and lets out a moan. "How many fingers is that?" She curses and instinctively pushes against my hand again. "I feel so fucking full."

  Without answering, I slide my tongue to her ass and push again, this time adding my thumb. I won't get my fist in her, but I'll fit at least five fingers. "Relax." I lick her ass a second time and she moans, going tense once again. "Carter Dawn." I try not to chuckle but her battle to relax is hot.

  "I can't," she pants. "Not with your tongue there," she whines then whimpers when I lick her again. "Fuck, I shouldn't like that!"

  "What? My tongue here?" I lick her. "But you do like it, 'cause you're my good little slut, aren't ya?"

  "Fuck," she hisses, shaking her head. "Yes. I'm your good slut, Grant." She curses when I do it again, her pussy absolutely drenched.

  I'm able to slip my hand in farther almost past the knuckles. "Fuck, baby, you're the sexiest whore I've fucked." I delve my tongue into her ass and she shrieks in either surprise or pain, but she likes it enough she pushed back, shoving my hand deeper inside her. "Fuck yes." Her muscles start to clench and push my hand out but I'm done with that game. I stand behind her and drag my cock from her pussy to her ass.

  "Can you just fuck me already?" Her arms stretch out on the bed in front of her and grip the comforter.

  "You have no idea how bad I want to do that." I can't tear my eyes from her arched ass. "But this isn't ending that fast." I slap her ass hard enough it cracks and she yelps so loud someone in the hall starts to laugh. I don't recognize that laugh and no one should be in this part of the house but I could really give no fucks about that right now. "Get on the floor, on your knees."

  She slowly stands and turns to look at me before glancing down at my cock that's pointing right at her. With her eyebrows high on her forehead, her head cocks before she silently drops to her knees. From the look on her face it's taking everything she has in her to bite back a comment about not getting on her knees for anyone, but she's smart enough to know what's in it fo
r her.

  "Good girl." I don't care if she tells me she hates me calling her that, the way her eyes brighten each time I say it, I know she's a dirty fucking girl that loves it. Grabbing her chin I tilt her head back. "Open your mouth."

  Her eyes lock on mine and those bright red lips part, forming an 'o' as she bats her eyes up at me.

  "Stick out your tongue." I lean down to get closer to her face and she slowly sticks her tongue out. "You're a pretty fucking sight." Every bit of restraint I have is being used not to maul her and fuck her brains out.

  I suck her tongue before standing up straight and, without warning, shoving my dick into her mouth. She attempts to yank back but I hold her steady with a firm grip to her chin. As I get to the back of her throat she gags and her hands latch onto my thighs. The want to shove me back is there but she holds steady like a good girl and lets me thrust to her throat again. Yanking my cock out of her mouth she gasps in air. Her eyes are watering as they look up at me and her hand moves to my dick. I grab her wrist and stop her from pumping because I'll come all over that pretty face.

  "Who's in charge, baby?" My eyes narrow slightly while I stare down at her, my grip on her chin biting into her flesh. Her jaw clenches then something in her look softens.

  "You're in charge," she whispers, her breathing is heavy and her chest is rising and falling with each breath.

  "Yeah." I nod, leaning closer to her. "I'm in charge." I bite her lip and pull. "These fucking lips." I grunt as my cock throbs once. Standing again, I push my thumb into her mouth and pull her jaw open, her tongue slides out instinctively. "Good girl." I plunge my cock to her throat and her hands grab my thighs but by the second time I push to her throat, she drops them and locks them behind her back. I'm going to fucking come if she keeps acting like this. With a grunt of frustration, wanting to come but not wanting to stop yet, I yank my dick out, her spit strings from her lips and I dive for her mouth, biting and sucking. I clasp her jaw tight again and pull her mouth open. My eyes lock on hers. "Tongue out." Her tongue thrusts out of her mouth and I grin, sliding my thumb over her lip. "Good fucking whore." I spit into her mouth and her jaw drops open further, that fury in her eyes from earlier back with a vengeance but I bet if I reached between those thighs it'd be fuckin' soaked. Her hands slide up my legs and rest on my hips as she slowly stands, not losing eye contact as she swallows.

  "You fucking spit in my mouth."

  "Two things you need to get used to. You're my whore for me to do what I want with. And you're going to swallow my spit. And if you're a good girl, my come."

  Her eyes narrow briefly then she smirks. "And if I'm a bad girl?" Her hand grips my dick. "Then no come for me?" Her bottom lip juts out and she bats those fucking eyelashes at me again as her hand strokes me so softly it's almost painful.

  I growl out my chuckle. "No." I pull back from her hand. "It just makes me harder." Spinning her, I shove her face down across the bed and slap her ass so hard it's going to leave a mark.

  I grip the area my palm just cracked over and squeeze before rubbing out the burn. I want to get dirty and nasty with this girl. I've had my fair share of kinky shit. Freaky shit. But I don't want to push Carter too far the first time we're in a bedroom together. I plan on being behind closed doors with her more times than I can count. If I scare her away right off the bat, I'd be pretty pissed off. She's a fucking pistol but I know compared to my sex life, she's been a saint. I want to welcome her to hell and show her how fun it can be with the wolves. Today's just the tip of our shared iceberg.

  He talks a good talk, but I never would have thought he'd actually show up like he has. I should have assumed it. I mean, who the fuck in their right mind shoves metal barbells through their dick?

  God, I fucking love his dick.

  My ass is on fire and somehow it turns me on more than I think it should. I've never gotten off on pure pain before, but if he kept that up I probably could have come again. He didn't, though. He rubbed it out and his hands are gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks and I'm too far gone to care what he's doing. I just want to feel.

  "Fuck me, Grant," I beg. I don't beg! Who the fuck is this girl?

  "I plan on it." His cock slides up my pussy to my ass, over and over.

  I just need him to push it in me. He spits and uses his cock to spread it, teasing my ass then teasing my pussy. I moan, rocking back toward him. I've never been a fan of spitting in the bedroom. Never. And I always thought if a guy spit at me during sex I'd rip his dick off, but Grant? He can fucking spit on me all he wants. I'm not sure I've ever been so turned on. What the hell is wrong with me?!

  "You my whore?" His deep voice is deeper than usual and it sounds like he's trying to remain calm during this but he's on the same edge I am. His dick pushes inside me just an inch before he pulls out again. "Are you?"

  "Fuck, yes I am," I moan, not even recognizing my own voice.

  He's teasing me with that one inch and it's taking every ounce of control I have not to push back on him as hard as I can. But he needs the control and I, surprisingly, enjoy giving it to him.

  Gathering my hair, he yanks my head back. With a forceful pull he turns my head. "Look at me." Leaning over my back, he slowly slides inside of me.

  "Oh my god," I manage to huff out. Holy fuck. I hate that he fucks this good. I hate that every stroke of his dick inside me sends me teetering further and further over that edge. An edge that I seem to be sitting at permanently ever since I met the man. His thrusts speed up, hitting so deep it's almost painful, then he slows down and teases me knowing I need more. "Grant, please," I whimper, gripping the sheets tight. "Harder."

  He grunts and lets go of my hair, standing, thrusting his hips faster and harder. His hand lands on my ass, opposite the side he slapped before and the burn radiates straight between my legs.

  Fuck!

  "I'm close," I pant, gripping the sheets tighter only to stop myself from reaching between my legs and finishing this out of sheer habit. I've never been with a man who could make me come without it, but Grant's about to earn that title and I'm not sure how I feel about that. "Oh fuck!" I don't give a fuck who can hear me. "Don't stop," I whimper. "Fuck, Grant, don't stop."

  With a groan he slaps my ass again, grabbing a tight handful and doesn't stop pushing hard and deep. "You going to come on my cock, good girl?" His hand squeezes the burn harder and he moans, close to his own release.

  "God, yes," I groan. The edge I've been on for what feels like forever gives out under me and I let out a scream as he fucks me straight to one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. My pussy clenches around him, my knees go weak and my entire body tingles. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck!" I moan through it, his hips hitting my ass hard. "Holy fuck," I pant, completely weak and satisfied. For the time being, at least.

  Pulling out, he steps back. "On your knees," he says quickly, stroking his dick. I don't want to move, but I do it. Practically melting to the floor, I lock eyes with him.

  "Open, baby." He reaches for my jaw, stepping closer, the tip of his cock on my chin. I open my mouth for him, bringing my hands to the back of his thighs.

  With a loud grunt he comes on me. My chin, my mouth, then uses the tip of his dick to smear it around with his free hand wrapped tight in my hair. I glance up at him while licking my lips and smirk.

  When he's done, he drops to his knees in front of me, still holding a tight grip on my hair while he smiles, leaning in to kiss me and not giving a damn about his come covering my face.

  "Wow," I whisper, pulling back to take a breath. I let a stupid fucking giggle escape and the hold he's got on my hair loosens, but not all the way.

  "I'd like to capture this face and set it to your picture in my phone." He's got a devilish grin like he's actually going to do it.

  "That's twisted," I say, laughing. "Smeared makeup and come all over?" I swipe my finger over my cheek and lick it off. "Classy."

  "My come on my whore." He chuckles into a kiss then gets to his feet. "Come on,
baby." Putting his hand out, he waits for mine. "Let's get you cleaned up."

  I slowly stand, recognizing all the deliciously sore spots that haven't been this sore...well...ever. Thank god my shower's attached to my room or going out in the hall right now to find a bathroom would be an absolute no-go.

  I don't expect him to follow me to the bathroom but he does. I don't expect him to step in the shower behind me...but he does.

  "What are you doing?" I whisper. This is all so intimate for the great Grant Matthews.

  "I'm covered in come too." He wipes at his chin, grinning at me and I laugh, taking my soapy palm and scrubbing his face.

  "You probably smell like my pussy too." I scrunch my nose and scrub extra hard for him.

  "Only reason I don't want to shower." His soapy hands gently reach for my face and I flinch back, thinking he's about to attack my eyeballs with soap. He pauses, making eye contact before slowly moving his hands toward me again and gently massages it into my cheeks, probably to get the running makeup.

  "I need to wash my hair," I finally whisper, even though I'm enjoying his hands on me however I can get them. He smirks and as I arch back to get my hair wet, he drags his soapy hands to my tits and 'washes' them for me. "Really?" I chuckle.

  "You're naked and wet. Really." He opens his mouth under the stream before squirting it out at my face.

  I slap him in the chest then let my hand stay there, soaping him up. Slowly. "Can I wash your back?" I whisper, enjoying the view and the company. And really freaking enjoying how the bright white suds mix over the dark ink of his tattoos.

  "How are you at massages?" He turns around and smirks at me over his shoulder.

  "Only the best you'll ever have." I wink at him and squeeze more soap in my hands before letting them trail all over his back. I lied. I'm probably horrible at massages but I give it my best shot because I get to touch him. And I like touching him. A lot. My fingers dig into his muscles, my knuckles work out the knots. I still don't even know if I'm doing this right until he lets a moan escape. "Feel okay?"