Rough and Rugged: A Meet Me In Milwaukee Charity Anthology

Chapter Four

Griffin

Thank God there’s a fucking plate in my lap. My cock’s never jumped so high; her little Daddy comment got me stiff in a matter of seconds, and I clear my throat to cover my exposed embarrassment. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t been with a woman for a long time. Or maybe it’s that a twenty-eight-year-old bombshell is flirting with me.

“Listen.” She scoots to the edge of her seat. “I’m only here for two more days.”

My focus snags on the way her teeth graze against her lower lip as she thinks about the words she’s about to say.

“I’m attracted to you.” Her hazel gaze moves over me. “And I might be presumptuous to assume, but it seems mutual. I wouldn’t say no to a little extracurricular company this evening. Besides”—she sets her plate down on the coffee table before standing—“it’s the perfect setting.”

“The perfect setting?” I repeat, trying to process her words, her proposal.

“Secluded remodeled cabin, a storm in the dead of summer, a sexy you…” She steps closer. “And a sexy me.”

I find myself setting my plate on the end table near my chair as she continues to approach. “I don’t even know your name,” I say, licking my lips as she squeezes one knee between me and the side of my chair. I have no control over my hands as they smooth over her thighs, lifting her up and assisting her as she sits on my lap, pressing me between her legs.

“Nora.”

“Griffin.”

She feels so damn good in my lap, but I can’t stop from asking, “And the age difference?”

“Is only a number.” She rests her hands over my shoulders, smirking. “I think I like you, Griffin.”

No one in my entire life has ever told me they liked me only hours after meeting me. “You don’t have to lie.”

“No,” she breathes with a light laugh. “I’m serious. There’s just something about you. And I’m not usually this forward, but I figure—”

My lips interrupt hers. I don’t want to hear whatever explanation or excuse she has. I’m not sure I care, either. It’s been so damn long for me, and she’s right, I am attracted to her.

I’ve been staring at her for two days now, she’s so fucking gorgeous. The way her curls flop carelessly, almost like her attitude. The look in her eyes that conveys so much more than the words she speaks. Yet she’s still so damn forward; it seems freeing—something I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself. The woman paints naked, for God’s sake.

I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, begging for permission. Her arms circle around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her as she responds by opening her mouth. Her sweet smell invades my senses, like honey and almonds. And a zing of anticipation shoots straight to my lap at the feel of her bare breasts beneath her T-shirt as her chest presses against mine.

The rhythm of her rocking hips and the rain against the picture windows fall in tune with my racing heart. And while the fire that blazes between our bodies was not a part of my quiet evening plans, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

A low moan crawls up her throat, and I can almost taste it, her want for me. I want it too, more than I’ve wanted another woman in years. There is this unbridled passion between us. Like the fire burning in the fireplace, it’s hot, the flames licking higher and higher, heat spreading through us and the room.

“I take this as a yes,” she mumbles against my lips.

“Yes.” My hands move from her thighs to her ass, gripping a palmful. “Fuck yes,” I groan, lifting her from the chair. Her legs wrap around my waist as I step forward. Kneeling down, I lay her body across the faux bear-skin carpet, keeping our bodies pressed together. Then I press one hand against the smooth “fur” as my other shoves the coffee table closer to the couch to give us room.

I plan on taking her right here, in front of the fireplace. The heat of the fire beating against the right side of my body as my hand skims the left side of hers. I have no desire to even attempt to get her to my bedroom; it’s too far. Unbuttoning my flannel, I stare down at her. The orange light from the flames glows against her caramel skin, and her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as her hands search over my now-exposed arms. Her gaze travels over my upper body, while her perfect teeth bite her plump bottom lip. In that moment, I wish to be the one biting that tender flesh.

“You’re sure about this?” My voice is low and rough, almost hesitant to ask. Because while I’d respect whatever answer she gives me, the thought of not finishing what we’ve already started has a devastating ping in my chest.

Her curls that are splayed over the smooth carpeting bounce with her nod as she breathes the word, “Yes.” Her shoulders heave as she lifts the borrowed shirt and pulls it over her head. “I’m sure.” Her perfect nipples are peaked, and I have to assume it’s because of her arousal considering how damn hot it is in this room right now.

I, too, strip my shirt off, untucking my undershirt and chucking it to the side. It gives me little relief, as the coolness you’d feel from shedding an item of clothing is tampered by the passion between our bodies. Her pink lips look almost swollen, and my mind instantly pictures them wrapped around my cock.

My groin presses against hers as I move in for another kiss. How did I fucking get here? God, it’s just like I fantasized last night, only this isn’t a fantasy—this is reality. Her hips lift, grinding against my cock, searching for it, and my hands immediately reach for the waistband of the sweatpants she’s wearing. I sit back on my haunches and pull the cotton material down her slender legs. Once she’s void of all clothes, I take a good look at her, lying there like a damn angel.

“You’re so sexy.” Her words are delivered low with a heady rasp as her nails scrape against the hair on my chest, following it down to the waistband of my pants before she undoes my belt. She works quickly, getting it off and unzipping my pants.

I don’t dare make her wait another minute, helping her to get them off. Once we’re both naked, I take a moment to drink her in. My heart skips, pattering in my chest like I just finished running a 5k rather than preparing to have sex.

“Condom?” I ask, then freeze because I can’t remember if I have one here or not. Even if I did, it would likely be expired.

“Birth control,” she responds without hesitation.

My brows dip. “You’re sure?”

“I’m clean.”

“Me too.” My hands slide from her ankles to her thighs, gripping them as I explore her smooth skin.

“Come here.”

She reaches out for me, but I shake my head, scooting back. “I’m still hungry.” My eyes don’t leave hers as I flatten myself to the floor, moving my head between her legs. A slow smile rises onto her lips as I disappear, my gaze roving from her gorgeous hazel eyes to her center. Bare skin and brown lips making my mouth water. “Look at you, sweetheart.”

I take my first taste, spreading her lips and finding a beautiful pink center that tastes damned divine. Another long lick from her center to her sensitive clit hiding under a pretty little hood. “So wet already.” I suck her into my mouth before diving in and eating her like she’s my last fucking meal. “Delicious.”

A long moan hits my ears as her back arches, pressing her center against my mouth. My hands grip her thighs as her knees move further up, her toes curling into the carpet by my shoulders. I lap up all that she’ll give me. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but like riding a bike, I haven’t forgotten what I’m doing. Twirling my tongue around her sensitive nub until her hips buck against my mouth.

Her hand grips the little hair I have on my head as “Fuck” strains from her lips. And as I pull in a deep breath, the pungent scent of her excitement sends a signal straight to my cock, painfully stiffening against the carpet.

Her feet lift as her knees move closer to her chest, her body slowly relaxing from that first orgasm as her back returns to the carpet. That’s when I push her thighs further apart, lifting her ass slightly. I want to taste all of her, so I sweep my tongue over her puckered hole, and I’m rewarded with a high-pitched moan.

“Do that again.”

I pull back, kneeling between her legs and pushing her body so she knows to roll onto her belly. She follows directions so well, sweeping her legs back and positioning herself on her stomach. Her hips lift, a flawlessly round ass consuming my vision. I want to bite the smooth skin, but I resist, her quick breaths pulling me back to my original task. Gripping each cheek, I give them a tug up before spreading them apart and diving back in.

She rocks back on my face as I explore her pussy from the back. Low mewls and heavy pants fill the air with my motivation soundtrack. My hand glides up her smooth leg before moving to her center, and I dip a finger into the wetness. She’s so fucking tight, I can’t wait to be inside her.

Then again, I’m likely to blow the minute I plunge into her with how damn tight this pussy is. Pumping my finger in and out of her a few times, I admire how she rocks back with me. I know she’s going to be a good fuck, moving with me rather than lying there like a pillow princess.

I pull out before testing a second finger, and it takes a minute, but I finally get it inside, curling them down and hitting that sweet spot right behind her pubic bone. Nora pauses all movement, a loud moan escaping and bouncing off the walls of this spacious room. “Come on, baby,” I encourage as she starts to clamp down around my fingers. But I don’t stop, fighting against the pressure to keep hitting that spot that’s making her shake. Even when her toes curl and her feet lift from the ground, the orgasm taking over her body.

“Fuck yes!”

“Say my name,” I demand as she starts to shake.

“Griffin.” Her voice quivers through her climax, coating my hand in her wetness. My heart squeezes hearing my name roll off her lips in that struggled tone. Triumph rolling through my veins as the proof of her peak rolls down her legs, drops falling against my bare thighs.

“Good girl,” I praise, pulling my hand free of her and shaking the liquid onto the carpet. A victorious smile spreads across my lips before I part them, sucking two of my fingers clean.

“Holy shit.” She collapses, out of breath and lying flat on the floor, her legs stretching out on either side of me. “Did I just do that?”

“Mhmm.” I lean over her body. “You ever done that before?” I hold myself up, resting each palm on the floor beside her head.

She rolls to look at me. “Once.” We move together, her legs wrapping around me so I can rest between her legs again as she faces me. “By myself.”

Heat plunges down my gut as a wave of possessive claim fills me. The knowledge of being the only man to have been able to do that for her has me never wanting another man to ever be able to. “I hope you don’t mind the assistance this time.” I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Her arms circle around my neck. “Not at all.”

“You did so good.” I kiss her jaw, then her neck, tasting the salty skin before sucking it into my mouth. I’m careful not to leave a mark, but I love how her hips jolt up to meet mine as my lips cover her.

“I really like that.”

I lean back, resting my elbows on each side of her. “Like what?”

“The praise.”

“Ahh.” I nod, raising a brow and smirking. “A praise kink.”

She pinches her lips between her teeth as if I’ve uncovered a secret of some sort. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. The pink tinge in her cheeks has me pushing the hair away from her face and admiring the beautiful woman beneath me.