Get A Grip Novels & Stories

I tried to free my hand from his grasp, my tone firm as I insisted, "Let go of me. Now." The urgency in my voice seemed to startle him, his hold relenting slightly momentarily. But before I could take advantage of the momentary reprieve, his fingers tightened again, his expression more aggressive. "I am not going to let a catch like you slip away," he declared, his tone tinged with possessiveness.

Dude get a grip" I scream with my eyes almost falling out of its socket. I am digging my other nails into his hands, kicking and pulling myself away. But it seems my efforts are like that of a baby trying to free herself from her mother's grip. It is useless. People were passing but no one gave a damn. The loud music made my voice powerless. I manage to twist my arms, I free my hands from his tight grip and shove him backward. That gave me a chance to walk away from him. But I hear rushed footsteps behind me which makes me glance back, my eyes widen as I see him rushing after me.

Instead, I felt a firm grip around my wrist. With her face contorted in strain and determination, Serene glared down at me, the tendons in her outstretched arm standing taut against her skin as she clutched my wrist in a vice-like grip. "I've got you, bitch!" she growled through clenched teeth, the tendons in her neck bulging with the effort of holding my weight. Her dark eyes bored into mine, conveying a mixture of worry and relief that she had managed to catch me in time.

“This way.” The hand didn’t yank. It directed. There is a world of difference between those verbs. The grip slid from wrist to palm, warm, insistent, not hurting. A body took position half a step ahead of hers, making a path through the confusion that looked like a kindness to strangers. Grace’s face swung into view—surprise, then the quick intelligence of a woman who had learned to read motions more than words. She reached for Sasha’s elbow and found herself blocked by a woman with a stroller who arrived like a gate.

Ryan gripped my hips hard with both hands and started guiding me up and down his length with firm, deep strokes. “Fuck, your pussy is so goddamn tight and wet,” he groaned, thrusting his hips up powerfully to meet every bounce. “It’s gripping my cock like it never wants to let go. You love being stuffed full, don’t you, baby? Tell me how much you love this thick dick stretching your greedy cunt.”

Flesh parted like butter beneath the sharp edge. Graham's mouth flew wide open, a deafening shriek rising from his chest, but I was already moving. I slammed my left palm directly over his mouth, my fingers wrapping around his jaw like a steel vise, crushing his lips back against his bloody teeth. His breath came in panicked bursts against my palm, hot and desperate, each exhale a silent plea I had no intention of answering. The sound was cut off instantly, reduced to a muffled, frantic vibration against my skin.

Now they're mine, red from my grip. "Mmm...ahh..." Her moans slip through my fingers. I release her mouth, my palm slick with her spit. The wet feel makes my throat tighten, and I use that same hand to grab her other tit, kneading it. The slippery skin bounces under my touch, a whole new kind of rush. Claim her. Defile her. Her whimpers sound like a cub's cry, and I grip her hips, pounding harder, my pelvis slapping her ass.

"Let go!" But his grip only tightened…

He was uncomfortable. His grip tightened even more…

The words arrived and I was prepared for them, I had known they were coming from the moment I started the sentence, and being prepared for them did not stop them from landing the way they landed. I had begun to formulate the response, the careful one that would introduce the necessary complexity, when his hand closed around mine. Firm. Warm. The specific grip of someone who has decided something and is putting that decision into physical form, not the grip of someone grasping out of instinct or desperation but the deliberate, chosen grip of someone who has stopped calculating what the grip communicates and has simply taken hold. Ethan.