Chapter 36 #2
“Say it, sunshine.” He shook her gently.
“Say you’ll never leave me again.” A hand traveled down her side and gripped her waist as he melded their bodies together.
He took a step forward so she couldn’t escape with the door behind her and his solid form in front of her.
She couldn’t move an inch without rubbing herself all over him.
Her body was on fire. For the first time in weeks, she felt alive. Every nerve ending was electrified, making her body hum with energy and anticipation. Her core ached to be filled as her arousal dampened her panties. She nearly whimpered as the sensations overwhelmed her .
How did I go so long without feeling like this? Without Griffin?
She was a walking zombie until she met Griffin.
Her ears buzzed as she tried to form a coherent sentence. She nodded, though his tight grip restricted her movement.
“I need to hear you say it, sunshine.” Griffin’s low growl sent a pool of moisture to her pussy. She gulped.
“I’ll never leave you again.” Her words were raspy, but the vow in the words echoed between them.
Griffin’s eyes bounced over her face. She watched as his expression changed from cold determination to wicked glee.
His lips came crashing down in a possessive kiss.
His tongue forced her lips open as he claimed her thoroughly with each stroke of his wicked tongue.
Their teeth clashed as he continued to dominate her.
She loved every second of it as she relinquished complete control to him, answering his demands with promises of her own, both asking for forgiveness with their dueling tongues.
Their kiss conveyed more than words ever could.
Before she knew it, he let go of her abruptly, leaving her bereft at the loss of his touch.
Her lips tingled from the onslaught. Quynh reached up a hand to touch her sensitive lips.
Griffin backed up a couple of steps. She watched as his hands went to his belt.
He started undoing his belt buckle. The clanging of the metal was loud in the otherwise quiet apartment.
She thought she knew what fear was like before. It was nothing compared to this. Quynh wasn’t scared Griffin would hurt her. No. She knew he had decided on what her punishment was for leaving him. Whatever it was, she wouldn’t walk away from it the same person.
The sound of his zipper dragging down made her quiver in anticipation.
She fought the urge to cross her arms across her chest as she watched his careful movements.
She marveled at the way his dark, tanned hands looked against the blue denim of his jeans as he revealed a dark patch of hair.
The outline of his cock pressed against his pant leg.
It looked painfully erect, and her mouth watered when it bounced free of its denim restraint.
The tip of his cock was already wet with pre-cum. No boxers, she noted.
Quynh licked her dry lips as he pushed the jeans down to reveal his balls hanging beneath his curved cock.
Griffin gripped the base of his cock and stroked himself a few times while he watched her.
She knew he was watching her by the heat of his stare on her face, though nothing could pull her eyes away from watching Griffin as he milked his cock.
She wanted a taste.
Quynh realized she had never tasted him before, and now all she wanted to do was feel him sliding against her tongue. She wanted to taste the bead of pre-cum and see if she could coax more out of him. She wondered how long it would take for him to explode down her throat.
Clenching her thigh at the unbearable ache which had intensified since seeing him, she looked up to meet his eyes. With one hand still wrapped around his cock, he pointed to her and then to the ground.
“Get on your knees, sunshine.” His command was low, but it left no room for argument. “You’re going to learn what happens when you misbehave.”
It looks like she’d get her wish after all.
Slowly, Quynh lowered herself to her knees. She sat back on her heels and looked up at Griffin. He seemed so large and imposing standing above her. She knew without a doubt he would never hurt her. Not unless it was something she wanted. And right now, she wanted his brand of punishment.
In her kneeling position, she was even achier with her heels pressed into her groin. Quynh resisted the urge to rub herself against her own feet as she waited for Griffin to make a move.
His eyes were hooded with lust as he gave himself leisurely strokes. Griffin seemed pleased with what he saw as he took a couple of steps to breach the distance between them.
“Now, open your mouth, sunshine,” he said as he rubbed the tip of his cock across her lips, rubbing the pre- cum over her face like he was painting. “You’re going to let me fuck that sweet throat of yours until I come, and you’re going to swallow every last drop of it, you hear me?”
Quynh gave a jerky nod and opened her mouth as moisture soaked through her panties at his order.
Her hands gripped her thighs when he pushed the tip of his cock into her parted lips, the taste of his pre-cum making her quiver with arousal.
She fought the urge to moan as he continued to feed his cock into her willing mouth.
“Good girl.” His hand gripped her hair as he angled her head the way he wanted. “Ah, fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth. I hope you’re ready because this will not be sweet. Tap my thigh three times if you want me to stop.”
His warning was barely out of his mouth before he started thrusting his hips. Griffin’s thick cock slid in and out of her mouth. She tried to suction her lips around his length, but he grabbed her head with both hands and increased the pace of his thrusts.
When he hit the back of her throat, it brought tears to her eyes. He worked his way into her throat and held her head at the base of his cock, limiting her ability to breathe for what seemed like hours before pulling out and allowing her to take in a much-needed breath.
Quynh’s saliva was everywhere. Tears streamed down her face every time he hit the back of her throat and withheld her breath. It was messy. Sloppy. Wet.
She was so turned on she could come on the spot. All she needed was a gentle touch against her clit, and she’d erupt.
“Don’t you dare touch that pussy. It’s mine,” he growled as he yanked her head back, bending over her to snarl in her face. Quynh hadn’t realized her hand had inched its way toward her aching center. “Do you hear me?”
She nodded frantically. The tight grip on her hair was almost too painful, but she liked the bite of pain, judging by the fresh wave of arousal that gushed out of her center.
“Good girl. Now suck my cock.”
She opened her mouth obediently as he shoved his cock deep inside her throat, making her gag on his cock.
“Fuck, that’s it. Choke on my cock, sunshine.” His pace quickened as his balls tightened. “I’m close.”
It was the only warning she got before he shoved her head down his length until her nose touched the coarse hair at the base of his cock.
Her hands came up reflexively to grip his thighs, helpless in his strong grip.
His cock jerked and spasmed as hot spurts of cum spilled down her throat.
In her position, she could barely breathe, much less swallow, as her saliva mixed in with his semen.
Her throat spasmed reflexively as she gagged around his cock.
Finally, he pulled out, and she gulped in lungfuls of air, trying to catch her breath.
Griffin gripped her gently under the chin and tipped her head back so he could look at her face.
He made a sound of approval as he used a thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth.
He shoved the thumb into her mouth, and her lips closed around the digit reflexively.
Griffin groaned as she sucked and pulled out his thumb with a pop.
“God, you look so good like this. I’ve been wanting to see you on your knees, choking on my cock, ever since I laid eyes on you. You’re better than what I envisioned.” Griffin bent down and kissed her hard on the lips, uncaring that the taste of him still lingered on her tongue.
Pulling back, Griffin tucked his semi-hard cock back into his jeans but left it undone before he bent down to pick her up under her arms. He hoisted her up and carried her bridal style into the adjacent bedroom.
He tossed her onto her unmade bed and pounced on top of her.
“Let’s take care of this needy pussy, yeah?” She yelped as he yanked her pants and underwear off of her in one swift movement and dove in like a man starved.
She tossed her head back and groaned as his lips and tongue moved over her.
Griffin’s tongue teased at her opening, applying enough pressure to drive her crazy.
Quynh was embarrassed; she was so close to the edge already, and he’d barely begun.
Her thighs clenched around his head as she felt the telltale signs of her building climax.
The pressure intensified as he switched gears and teased her clit with his wicked tongue.
He flicked at the oversensitive bud as he worked two fingers into her slick opening.
Instead of thrusting his fingers, he curled them as he laved her clit with attention.
Her toes curled as her orgasm crested, making her thighs shake as she came on his tongue with a scream.
The pleasure rolled through her in waves as Griffin kept up his ministrations, wringing every ounce of her pleasure like a pro. She collapsed against the bed in a boneless heap and fought to catch her breath, the edges of her vision returning as reality came crashing down.
She closed her eyes as Griffin climbed out of bed. Quynh listened as he made his way into the bathroom. The sound of the water running seemed louder in the quiet space. She held still when he approached the bed and ran a damp towel between her legs.
She loved how he always took care of her needs before his own. And the way his touch was always so gentle. So reverent, as if he worshiped her body.
Tears clung to her lashes as she suppressed a sob. She wasn’t sure why she was crying, other than the fact she walked away from this. From Griffin. He didn’t deserve what she did. She didn’t deserve a man like Griffin in her life.
Quynh sniffed as he finished cleaning her up. The bed dipped as he climbed in next to her.
“Hey. Look at me.” His voice was soft. Gentle.
She could have easily turned away from him and pretended like she was fine.
Instead, she took a deep inhale to steady her nerves and turned to face Griffin.
The time for running away was over. Quynh needed to own her mistakes and make amends.
She sent up a silent prayer to whoever might be listening that she didn’t completely mess everything up.
Meeting Griffin’s warm gaze, she wiped away her tears. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was hoarse, and it broke on the last word. She only hoped he heard the sincerity in her voice. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“Sorry?” His face scrunched with confusion. “You’re sorry? For what?”
Quynh studied his baffled expression. He didn’t seem angry at her, which gave her the strength she needed to continue.
“For leaving you. Before talking to you. About…” Her voice trailed off.
“No.” She shrank away from him at the harsh tone.
Griffin ran a hand through his hair, a sign she knew betrayed his agitation.
Griffin cleared his throat. He brought his hand to cup her cheek.
He turned her face to look at him as he stared down at her.
“I meant…no, I’m the one who should be sorry. Not you.”
Now it was her turn to be confused. Griffin blew out a breath and collapsed on his back with a groan .
“This is not going the way I imagined it would.” He let out a self-deprecating chuckle as she sat up to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
“I came out here to apologize to you.”
“For what?”
“For…well, being an idiot, for starters.” He laughed before turning his head to look at her. “For letting you walk away thinking I had another woman in my life.”
“Oh.”
“There has been no other woman in my life since I met you.” He paused, and she watched in fascination as his cheeks became flushed.
Oh my god, is he blushing?
“There is only one woman in my life,” he finally said. “You are the only one I want in my life, Quynh.”
If she were standing, she would have swooned. Luckily, she was lying in bed. Realizing she was half-naked, she reached down to pull the blankets to cover her. She fussed with the material, needing the distraction to buy her some time to form a proper answer.
Her stomach fluttered as she tried to form a coherent sentence.
She couldn’t think of an adequate response to his statement.
Griffin’s hand covered hers, still fidgeting with the blanket, halting her movements. The warmth of his hands soaked into her cold ones. It centered her and calmed her racing thoughts. Her fingers curled around his instinctively, solidifying their connection.
Her racing heart slowed even as heat crept through her body. It’s unnerving how a simple touch could affect her so profoundly. Almost as if she was numb, her body encased in ice, until Griffin released her from the icy prison, warming not just her body but her heart and bringing her back to life.
She licked her lips. She met his eyes with determination.
“I’m scared,” she admitted in a whispered voice, worried speaking them into existence would shatter the happy bubble they constructed around themselves.
“I know.” His hand squeezed hers. “I am, too.”
He didn’t waste time giving her any platitudes. Instead, he pulled her body closer to his and tucked her head under his chin. His arm slid around her waist to cup her hip as their legs tangled together.
She lay on his chest with her ear pressed against his heart, the sound of its soothing rhythm lulling her back into a happy state. She felt safe. Secure. Loved.
Love?
Was this what being in love felt like?
Her experience with love was nonexistent.
In the weeks since she left Griffin, she imagined this was the feeling she had been searching for.
The fear of losing Griffin forever made her sick to her stomach, while the thought of never seeing him again made her cry herself to sleep every night since leaving him behind.
Or how her chest felt hollowed out like she was missing a vital organ.
She was barely alive, yet her body continued to exist without the missing piece.
Quynh never wanted to feel that way again.
Now he was here, the hollow space was no longer empty.