CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Griffin
W et lips close around the head of my cock. I push until the crown bumps into the back of her throat and she gags. But she doesn’t pull off. Fuck, I like this one. I ease out and her fingers squeeze my shaft.
I smile, seeing they can barely get around my girth. All while she sucks on me like my dick was made of something so sweet she can’t stop.
“Christ, that’s good,” I moan, never imagining I’d be getting head from a female SEAL.
Or soon-to-be SEAL. There’s no way she’s not getting the Trident. What a story to tell. Mates will be buying me pints for the rest of my life when we start betting beers on the best blow job story.
Victory plans fly out of my head as she takes me deeper, those dark brown eyes smiling up at me.
“Keep sucking my cock, Lieutenant. Swallow me like a good girl.” I throw my head back, feeling her working me further down her throat, the column tightening around my painfully sensitive shaft. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I growl, losing control.
I grip her hair, silky spun gold, using it as a handle as I fuck her mouth. “Make me come, Lieutenant.”
With the control in my hands, I slide out and thrust back in, going deeper each time in a punishing rhythm.
Her rank is hot as fuck to me. And having her on her knees sucking me off? Even more so.
Tears leak from her eyes as she gags on my length. But she doesn’t tap out. She keeps taking me, and I’m ready to lose it.
“Fuck me. I’ve never gotten head this good. How the fuck are you so good at this?”
She answers by baring beautiful straight white teeth.
Uh oh...
I might have made a huge fucking mistake. But this wildcat glides those pearly whites up and down my shaft, putting my orgasm on hold while I fear I might lose my dick. Then she sucks on the head, which has my eyes rolling in the back of my skull as I mutter curses in Gaelic.
When she takes me back into her mouth to suck me again, all my precum drips out. I’ve never released this much. All I see is my massive shaft and her lips sucking back all the precum.
“Jesus, I wish you could see this,” I growl, awestruck as I keep fucking her face. “How fucking beautiful you look sucking my dick, Lieutenant.”
She groans against my cock, the vibrations hurtling me to the edge. She cups my balls, and now I’m going to drown her in my cum.
Who the fuck are you?? I want to scream.
I flood her mouth with so much cum she can’t swallow it all.
She pops off, coughing, choking, wheezing, but also smiling with cum dripping onto my stomach. I am instantly addicted to this woman who I will never see again because I got fired and thrown off the naval base today.
It’s the only reason I would dare to touch her.
But fuck, the idea I could have met her somewhere on the base and fucked her for a few more months... Too good to be true.
“Good?” she whispers, her voice bringing me back to the sad present that I have to go home to Astoria.
With my ass in my hands because I caused us to lose a lucrative contract.
I catch my breath and huff out, “Good? That was the best fucking blow job of my life.”
I yank her by the bleached-blonde hair to get her to sit on my lap and into the pile of cum. “Who fucking taught you to give head like that?”
“That good, huh?” She grinds on my dick.
“Fuck, baby. I need time to recover.”
She stands up, and I stare at her body in awe. This woman’s tight stomach and shadows of a six-pack turn me inside out.
I’m impressed by her dedication and how she wants to do a job only a handful of people will have. Fuck, that’s so hot. Some men want meek things tied to their bed. Not me. Maybe because my ma is a ballbuster and my da gives her license.
Okay, can’t think about Ma. Ick.
Hadleigh bends over, giving me a heart attack, but in her grasp is my tie. My one tie. She fished it out of my suitcase, I’ve been living here in this waterfront motel. Every night, I come back here alone to jerk off thinking about a woman I’d never thought I’d fuck.
But here she is. With my cum all over her face.
“Ever been tied up while a woman rides your cock?” she asks.
“No,” I answer. “I like touching.”
“Live a little,” she says, grabbing my hands.
Before I can stop her, she’s wrapped both my wrists with some freakishly complicated sailor knot and ties the other end to the headboard finial.
I yank on it, thinking the finial will pop right off. It doesn’t.
It’s unsettling. But it’s also new. That brings my cock right back to life as she swings her legs across my waist and grabs another condom. After sliding it on my renewed hard-on, she guides my cock right into her pussy.
“Now be a good boy and make me come. I have a few more hours to play.”
I’d love to have a woman who would fuck me like this for the rest of my life. Hadleigh loves dick, loves taking it down her throat, and deep in her cunt. What about her ass? I don’t know if I’ll have time for that.
Yet, I have a feeling this woman is the one.
I’ll never see her again, but I KNOW I’ll never forget her...
I shudder awake in a cold sweat and roll over to check my phone. Breathing in relief that it’s Saturday, I flop onto my back, figuring out what to do for fifteen minutes before I get out of this damn bed. My cock aches for release, as it does most mornings because I keep having that dream.
And that wildcat I never thought I’d see again is sleeping in the same bed, but has that damn clown between us so I don’t touch her.
I wouldn’t normally shower before meeting my brothers for our monthly soccer game, but I can’t fucking play with my dick this hard and I won’t jerk off with her next to me.
Grunting, I push out of bed and hike to the bathroom with my sleep pants low on my hips. My cock rubs against the fleece fabric, teasing me.
Inside the bathroom, I walk in on Ava, not realizing she’s in here. She’s so small compared to that freak toy she chained to the bed. She covers up quickly with a satin robe. But I saw fucking skin.
“Sorry. Just needed to brush my teeth.” She holds the robe closed, her eyes roaming every inch of my chest. Until they travel south and start blinking, locked in on my dick pulsing under her hungry gaze.
“Need the bathroom to pee?” she says with snark, thinking I’m sporting morning wood.
“I need the shower to jerk off.”
Her jaw drops. “Brutal honesty.”
“You asked.” I pass her and press my cock into her back. “Excuse me.”
She spins around. “You did that on purpose!”
I just smile at her, but I want to bend her over the vanity.
She clears her throat, staring at me. “Can I ask you something?”
The unexpected weakness in her voice shocks the shit out of me. “You can ask.”
“Six months, huh?” She bites her lip.
My body tenses. “What about it?”
“We’re going to be married for six months.”
“And you’re not to mention that to your brothers.” Who can’t know I don’t want to be tied to them forever. Not like this.
“What will you tell Ares?” she asks, futzing with her robe.
I cross my arms over my bare chest, annoyed at the implication that I will have to explain to her brothers. Only, I don’t want this marriage any more than she does. I don’t want a woman forced to marry me.
But what if she decides she likes being a mafia trophy wife? I have no intention of staying married to a woman I can’t fuck regularly.
“Depends on how you’ll disappear,” I say.
Her finger swipes the counter. “I’m figuring out that between your brother Shane and the tech services company Ambrose hired, disappearing isn’t a viable option.”
All I heard was ‘tech services company Ambrose hired.’
“Then you need to think about this very carefully.” I stride closer, my hard cock rubbing against her. “If you divorce me, that makes you a free single woman. And don’t think for one second that Ares won’t force you into another marriage.”
Ava being single also means she’s free to sleep with another man. A thought that has so much fire raging under my skin, I might burst into flames.
She drops her hands. “Do I come across that useless?”
“Not to me. Not at all.” It hits me like a blow, the feeling I should keep her.
Stay married to her. Try to make it work. Something to pick apart later. I worry I’m thinking with my aching dick.
“What if we...stage some kind of accident.” Her eyes get so dark that a shiver runs up my spine. “Fake my death. A...fall of some kind.”
I push her against the bathroom wall. “ That is out of the fucking question.”
“Why? Then you can go back to fucking whoever you want.”
“What if I want to fuck you?” I admit, and then grip the short strands of her hair, the silk leveling me out. “Only you. No one’s made me come as hard as you.”
She purses her lips, fumbling for a response.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s okay to admit that I was the best fuck you ever had, too. So much that you had to tie me up to get away from me because you knew you’d be wondering if all that pain from the grueling training was worth it when you could have been in my bed with me licking your cunt and fingering your ass every night.”
She pushes me away. “What are you doing? You don’t mean any of this. You’re...playing with me. There’s nothing between us.”
“My hard cock pressed into your stomach begs to differ. The way you came on my cock in the car after getting fucked on your hands and knees begs to differ. ”
“Yeah, you should be begging.”
Pressing harder against her, I add, “What exactly did I do to make you so mad and bitter toward me?”
Her empty eyes search my face, shocked I’m making her explain what the fuck is going on in her head. Maybe she’s not built like that. To think too deeply. To just act. Maybe that’s the nature of the Navy training that never left her soul.
“Nothing. Go take your shower and jerk off. I have...” She sucks in a breath like something hit her.
“You have?”
“Nothing,” she scoffs. “I have absolutely nothing. No money in my name. I don’t own anything. I have nothing to do. Nothing to look forward to.”
Her words gut me and I see all of this from her side. How unfair it is. Ideas come at me like lasers, but I’m in no shape or position to start brainstorming what she can do with her life if she and I stay married.
“Kai informed me months ago that your brother Ares wired money to me. For you.”
“Like a dowry?”
“Exactly.”
“A dowry,” she snorts. “He’s so primitive. That’s the file he’s on.”
“I’ll tell Kai to give you the money. You can open your own account. Do whatever you want with it.”
“Really?” Her eyes go wide and a smile finally builds on her mouth.
A mouth I want to fuck again. “Yes, really. I never had any intention of keeping a wife prisoner and subservient.”
Except, with her guard, she is sort of under my control. She can’t use that money to purchase a plane ticket to get away from me.
“I need to leave here in fifteen minutes.”
“Work, work, work.” She waves one hand, sounding annoyed. “I’ll go pick out three different fonts for our fucking cocktail napkins.”
I hide my growly laughter because that does sound bleedin’ awful.
“I’m not working,” I counter. “Once a month my brothers and I meet up to play soccer.”
One of her bushy eyebrows raises. “You don’t call it football?”
Shrugging, I say, “Not anymore. Not here.”
With a long sigh, she whines, “Have fun. If you see blood on the carpet when you come back, it’s because I blew my head off.”
Speaking of blowing and head.
God, I have to stop.
“Do you want to come with me?” I don’t know why we’re making this so hard.
Her head falls back like she’s frustrated beyond belief. “Of course I do! Anything to get out of this house and not end up in a store or a bar. I’d love to go out and be free to kick around a ball.”
I laugh. “You’re not playing.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just us guys.”
“Do you hear yourself?”
“Do you hear yourself , siren?” I lean in and rub my hard cock against her again. “What is that? Is that your pussy meowing for some cream?”
“All right, Quinlan, let’s get serious.” She unties her robe and lets it slide off her shoulders until she’s completely naked. “I get marriages are sacrifices and compromises. You have a hard cock and you need to come. Let me suck you off, and then we’ll go have a nice afternoon in the park playing soccer.”
I hate how utterly simple and fantastic that sounds.
When I didn’t know Ava was Hadleigh, it was easy to pledge not to sleep with her. Everything is upside down now because I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her cunt every hour of every fucking day.
“Be careful what you’re suggesting, you devil spawn of a woman,” I ground out, fearing this is some kind of trap.
“Devil?” she screeches.
“I figured out where you got Hadleigh from. Hades. God of Death.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “Aren’t you clever? Only, I didn’t choose that name. Alexander did. I literally had no hand in anything that happened to me. Not even my damn fake name.”
“But you are living up to your name very well. You made it yours.” Losing my patience, I twist her around and bend her over the vanity.
She yelps in surprise, her body tensing immediately from my force and speed. “Wait.”
“Can’t. I’m late. Let’s get serious. You made an offer to make me come. I’m taking you up on it.” I lower my sleep pants and slide my dick between her ass cheeks. “Feel that?”
“Oh God.”
“God isn’t here. Say my name when you come.” I yank her leg up on the counter, spreading her nice and wide.
“I’m... I’m still not on birth control.”
“Right now, I really don’t care.”
“I... I should shave.”
“Don’t you dare, my little furball.” It’s like I’m fucking some feral woman I found in the woods. Damn, this gets me insanely hot. “If you think I’m walking away from you to get a condom and leave you to find something sharp in here, you’re crazy. I’ll just do this...” I rim her hole, coating it with my precum. “Tease you.”
She mewls and puts her head down.
“Rub your clit, make yourself come,” I grind out.
I use her ass cheeks to jerk off, pressing them together while she rubs her clit. My thrusts are frenzied as I hold off my orgasm. Staying on this edge feels amazing.
I reach around to feel her pussy and fuck , she’s soaked. Dripping.
“That’s it. Right there.” Ava comes and it destroys me how hot she looks.
I come immediately, too. Months of celibacy, except for that one night in my car, squirts on her back. It’s hot and warm and so damn much.
I stagger back, knowing she’s going to use this against me somehow.
“Get dressed and be downstairs in fifteen minutes, baby.” I kiss the back of her neck and step out of the sleep pants.
With doe eyes, she looks at me through the mirror like she wants me to fuck her. But I walk away, or I’ll end up banging her all day.
Getting used to having sex with Ava will have bigger consequences for both of us.