Downpour: A Grumpy Sunshine Romance (The Griffith Brothers Book 2)

“I’m not going to make it too tight, but you won’t be able to move.”

“I understand.”

“It shouldn’t hurt, so let me know if it does. Got it? I’ll watch your skin color, but if your hands or fingers start tingling, speak up immediately.”

Brooke nodded.

“Words, baby girl. I need to hear you say that you understand.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I understand,” she whispered.

My arms were sore from PT, but I managed to pull myself onto the bed and sit in front of her. It took everything in me not to start touching—tasting—teasing. I wanted to bury myself in her.

She was like the sun. I wanted to get close, even if it meant getting burned. I wanted to be consumed by her again and again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said as I looped the ropes, draping them around the back of her neck like a scarf. They came together in a knot an inch from the top of her sternum.

My cock twitched against her leg.

“Do you feel what you do to me, baby?” I murmured as I wrapped the rope in bands around the tops of her arms, fastening them to her sides.

Brooke panted. “I want to feel your cock. Put it in my hand?”

“I love hearing those naughty things come from your perfect lips.”

She gasped as I passed the ropes beneath her breasts. The tension pushed them forward, and I couldn’t resist pulling one rosy nipple into my mouth. Brooke gasped again, struggling against the restraints.

“I’m going to tease you until your pussy is crying for this cock.” I ran a finger through her slit, then coated her lips with her own arousal. “But I don’t think you’re wet enough yet.”

I shifted on the bed until I was behind her. Taking my time, I secured the ladder of knots that ran down her spine. The rope tails had just enough length to loop them around the creases of her thighs, forcing her legs apart, trapping them in the tension between the ropes binding her arms.

I touched her fingers, squeezing them to check their color and temperature. “Wiggle your fingers for me.”

She did, brushing them against my hand.

“‘Atta girl.”

I admired my handiwork as I listened to her breathing. She looked like a goddess. A masterpiece.

“You look stunning.” I hooked my hands into the bands of rope around her ribs and used it to pull myself up onto my knees. I pressed my chest to her spine. My cock pushed against her ass. “How does it feel?” I asked as I brushed her curls to the side and kissed the back of her neck. I looked over her shoulder at her breasts and thumbed her nipple.

Brooke gasped. “It… it feels…”

“Feels like what?”

“Safe,” she whispered. “Warm. It feels like you’re holding me, even when you’re not.” A high pitched whine escaped her lips when I slid my fingers through her pussy. “I feel like a statue. Like I can’t move, but I want you to look.”

I squeezed her tit. “You’re breathtaking like this. Arch your back for me.”

She had a little room to maneuver, so she pushed her ass against me, but not much more.

She let out a whimper with each scrape of the ropes. They were smooth, intended for bondage, but the fibers against her skin were a new sensation.

I had created a modified version of a dragonfly harness, hoping it would give me leverage and stability while holding onto her. I slid my left hand under the stack of knots along her spine and wrapped my fingers around them.

Brooke whimpered as it pulled against her breasts.

I reached between her legs and found her clit. She jolted and pulled against the restraints.

“You good?”

“I need to come,” she pleaded.

“I know you do,” I said with a teasing chuckle, massaging her clit. “This pussy is begging for me, isn’t it? I know I won’t last long once I finally get inside of you. So, I’m going to take my time, and you’re going to enjoy it.”

Her teeth sunk into her lower lip. “Please… hurry…”

“Come for me, baby girl. You don’t have to wait. There will be more.”

“But I⁠—“

She couldn’t finish her thought before I had her shattering on my hand. Her chest heaved against the ropes as she caught her breath.

I cupped both of her breasts, pressing her spine against my chest as I teased her nipples until they were swollen and hard.

“Needy little thing,” I murmured against her neck. “So desperate that you’re willing to be blindfolded, tied up, and fucked.” Her legs started trembling again as I played with her nipples. “You’d look so pretty with clamps dangling from these tits and a toy in your ass.”

She gasped and tilted her head back onto my shoulder. “Please,” was the only word that escaped her mouth.

“Filthy girl.”

“Only for you,” she panted.

“That’s right.” I slid my hand between her legs again. “Just me.”

My thighs trembled. I let go of her and turned around, sitting with our backs to each other before my legs gave out and I fell.

“Ray?” Worry filled her voice.

“Right behind you. I’m here. I just need to sit for a second.”

“Okay,” she whispered with a relieved exhale.

“I’m not leaving you,” I promised as I laid on my back. “You’re safe with me.”

I reached over my head and grabbed her thighs. “Sit on my face, baby girl. I want to know what this pussy tastes like before I fuck it.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. Brooke shifted back with what little range of motion she had until her cunt settled on my mouth.

I swiped my tongue through her sex and groaned. “Fuck.” I devoured her with another pass, teasing her clit. “You’re going to make me come from the way you taste.” I fisted my cock. “You hear that sound? That’s me fucking my hand.” I sucked on her pussy until she was dripping into my mouth. “I can’t help myself.”

Brooke whined. “Oh my god… I need to come again.”

She bucked her hips on my chin like she was riding a bull.

“That’s it, beautiful. Get yourself off on my face. I want you all over me.” I slid two fingers into her pussy and stroked her walls as I sucked her clit. “There you go. I feel you about to come. How tight you are. I can’t wait to fuck this cunt.”

Brooke let out a desperate moan as she thrashed against the ropes. Her thighs tightened around my head.

“Give me one more and I’ll let you have my cock.”

“Ray,” she begged. Her thighs trembled.

I found her G-spot and teased it. The muscles inside of her constricted around my fingers.

Brooke fell forward as she came. She landed with her ass in the air and her face in a pillow.

I rolled onto my stomach and pushed up to my arms, giving her one long lick from her cunt to her ass. She squealed into the pillow and thrashed as I teased the tight rosette between her spread cheeks.

She tipped her head to the side and sucked in a deep breath.

“Every piece of you tastes so fucking good,” I groaned as I grabbed the ropes around the base of her ribs and pulled myself up to my knees. “You owe me one more orgasm, baby girl.”

Brooke’s whole body was flushed pink as she caught her breath. The inside of her thighs were slick with arousal and saliva. My cock was leaking like a fucking hose as I lined up with her pussy.

“How are your hands?”

Brooke wiggled her fingers. “Good.”

I held onto the knots down her spine with my right hand and dragged my cock through her entrance with my left. Without warning I pushed inside of her.

Brooke gasped, but I barely heard it over the roar of blood in my ears.

Fuck, I had missed this.

It was strange how something so simple made me feel more human than I had in over a year.

But it wasn’t just the act.

It was her.

Brooke was radiant as she tossed her head back like a mare and groaned.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.”

I had jacked myself off more times than I could count since moving into my house, but this was different. It was so much better. There was an energy pulsing between us that I didn’t have on my own. A connection that bound us stronger than the ropes.

“Please fuck me harder,” she begged.

Who was I to say no?

I held onto the ropes around her ribs and slammed my hips into her. Brooke cried out as I set a grueling pace, pleading for another orgasm.

I held on with my right hand, and used my left to rake my fingers up her scalp, fisting her hair at her root. I yanked her head off the pillow.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” she gasped, sucking in a deep breath.

I shoved her head back down into the pillow. “That’s right, baby girl.” I thrust into her again. “Who are you going to come for?”

“You,” she cried out into the pillow. Her fingers curled, scratching at the rope.

My balls ached to unload inside of her. My thighs shook and my knees buckled.

She let out a desperate whine. Her whole body shuddered as she came again. I collapsed on top of her spine as I broke apart, flooding her pussy with my release.

My body and mind were alive.

I pushed off of her and laid on my side as I untied the first of the knots and freed her hands.

Brooke let out a sigh of relief as the ropes loosened and slid off in a pile. Her body melted into the bed.

I shoved two fingers into her cunt and pushed my cum back inside of her.

Her toes curled. “Ray,” she whimpered. “I can’t. Not again.”

“You don’t have to come again,” I murmured as I dotted her arms with kisses and gently stroked inside her pussy. “It helps ease you off that crash. Just breathe for me.” I reached up and removed the mask from her eyes. “You’re breathtaking.”

Brooke’s smile was soft and sated. Her eyes were dreamy as they found mine.

I eased up and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

Her brow furrowed. “For what?”

“For bringing me back.”

We spent a moment lying together, catching our breath. I knew I was fucked for the rest of the day. Between physical therapy and sex, my body was done.

I told Brooke to relax while I got dressed and settled into my wheelchair to go to the bathroom. When I came back after a quick pit stop in the kitchen, I found Brooke emerging from the bathroom, still naked.

She crawled back onto the bed and flopped down. “I don’t think there’s a single calorie left in my body.”

I smirked. “Three orgasms will do that to you.” I unloaded the snacks from my lap onto the bed and lifted the glass of water out of my chair’s cup holder. “Eat something and drink that.”

“No arguments here,” Brooke said, sitting against the headboard and pulling the quilt up to her chest. “Thank you.”

Trying to get back on the bed was less than graceful, but she paid me no mind. As soon as I was beside her against the headboard, I pulled her into my lap. “How do you feel?”

She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and closed her eyes. “Like I’m floating.”

I chuckled. “Your shoulders will probably be sore tomorrow.” I traced my fingertips around her shoulder joints and biceps. “Especially here.” Bright red marks from the ropes streaked her skin. I ran my palm over each one, checking for any deep marks. She didn’t flinch or react to my touch. “Soak in a bath before you go to bed tonight.”

She let out a laugh. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of your bed.”

I pressed a kiss to the back of her ear and wrapped my arms around her. “That’s fine by me.”

“Can I ask?”

“Ask what?”

“How did you learn all of this?”

I pressed my lips to her bare shoulder and smiled. “Well… I guess it’s always been an affinity of mine.”

“That’s all I get?”

“You’re forgetting that I’ve lived as an adult a lot longer than you have.”

“Fair enough. But I’m just curious.”

I kissed her again. “I traveled a lot in my twenties. It was a hobby I could learn on the road. I’d sit in hotel rooms at night and practice different kinds of knots and harnesses. Occasionally on a partner.” I sighed. “And after my accident, I picked it back up to get dexterity back in my hands… without the partners.”

Brooke released a yawn as she nodded.

“Tired?” I asked, brushing her hair away from her face.

She smirked. “I’m surprised you’re not. You had PT this morning.”

I laughed. “I won’t be leaving this bed anytime soon.”

Her blue eyes met mine. “Can I stay?”

I wanted nothing more than for her to stay and never leave. I shifted to lie on my back, pulling her down with me. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Brooke nestled into my side and rested her head on my chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And goddamn, it felt like it was.