Chapter Eight #2
I made a sound around him, muffled but still so full of lust there was no way he could mistake my sound for anything but pleasure, and his grip in my hair tightened almost painfully.
“Don’t --” His hips stuttered and he held me still. Or tried to. “Veda, I’m gonna -- you gotta --” He shook his head hard, trying to hold on to his control. “Hold still, woman!”
I didn’t move. I stayed exactly where I was and looked up at him and held his gaze with his dick in my mouth.
“Fuck.” It came out broken. Completely broken. “Fuck, I can’t -- I can’t stop --” He shook his head again with a frustrated grunt. “Pull back if you don’t want a mouth full of cum.”
The fuck I was pulling back.
I wrapped my arms around his hips and gripped his ass, holding him to me. His whole body locked up… then finally he let go.
He came hard, shuddering, his fist white-knuckled in my hair, his hips making these short, helpless little thrusts he couldn’t stop, and I took every single thing he gave me. All the while, his hoarse bellow filled the room, making my ears ring. And I loved every fucking second of it.
“Veda, fuck --”
I held him in my mouth, working my throat around the head of his dick as I swallowed his cum. I held him there and swallowed again, working him through it until his thighs stopped shaking.
“Christ.” His grip in my hair loosened to something almost gentle. His thumb found my temple, my cheekbone, traced areas of my face like he tried to memorize me. “Christ, look at you.” His whispered words were almost reverent. “So fuckin’ sexy, takin’ my cock.”
I sighed, letting my eyes drift close as I swallowed one more time, getting the last of his cum. Finally, I let his softening cock slip from my mouth.
“You didn’t have to --” he started.
“Don’t.” My voice came out harsh and raw. “Don’t apologize. Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I wasn’t gonna apologize.” His lips turned up at the corner. “I was gonna say you didn’t have to be that fucking perfect at giving head.”
I couldn’t help myself. Laughter bubbled up inside me and I let him pull me up his body. He found my mouth with his. I expected him to flinch. Never did oral sex on a guy who kissed me afterward. Griffin didn’t even wince.
He licked inside my mouth like he was hungry for whatever I’d just done for him, like the proof of it was something he wanted to claim.
His tongue moved slowly and deliberately against mine, and his hand came up to cradle the back of my skull, fingers spreading wide, holding me still until he’d finished kissing me thoroughly.
“My turn,” he murmured against the corner of my jaw, and I felt his lips curve. “I’m gonna take my Goddamn time with this, Veda. Tell me now if that’s a problem.”
“Not sure if there’s a world where that would be a problem.”
He huffed a laugh against my throat, low and warm. He rolled us, settling his heavier weight on top of me. “Good. Best news I’ve had in a long fuckin’ time.”
He started at my throat, his mouth dragging slow and deliberate down the column of my neck, his stubble scraping enough to sting. He uses his palms to map my ribs, my waist, the jut of my hip bones.
I tried to hurry him, tried to guide him down my body between my legs. He responded by biting down on the curve of my hip hard enough to make me gasp and arch into him.
“Said I was takin’ my time.” His voice vibrated against my skin. “Quit rushin’ me.”
“Griffin --”
“Veda.” He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his green eyes sparkling with intensity but an underlying humor that caught me off guard. “Shut up.”
I opened my mouth to argue. He raised an eyebrow, daring me. I shut up. But not before I snorted out a laugh.
He grinned, lowering his head to drag his stubbled chin across my lower belly. I inhaled sharply through my teeth.
“Ticklish,” he murmured against my skin, and I could feel the satisfaction on his face. He did it again, slower, just the scrape of his jaw across the soft skin below my navel, and I grabbed a fistful of the sheet beneath me, arching my back.
“Griffin!” I clawed his shoulders and he seemed to arch to my touch, enjoying the sting. He touched me like he owned me, and maybe on some level he did.
He kissed his way from my hip to my bare mound. I knew my pussy dripped with needing him to fuck me. He settled between my thighs like he had all the time in the world and nowhere else to be.
The first press of his mouth against my pussy pulled a startled cry from me. His lips moved slowly as he tasted me, licking and sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue.
“Fuck!” I shouted and arched my back, planting my feet on the mattress and grinding my pussy against his face. Griffin cradled my ass in his hands, all the while continuing to feast.
He pressed a forearm across my hips, holding me still with an ease that should have frightened me. Griffin was twice my size. But even what should have been a sobering thought only added fuel to the inferno of lust burning its way through my body straight to my clit.
He worked me with his tongue in slow, deliberate circles followed with sharp flicks against my clit.
Every time I got close to coming, every time my breath went ragged and I tensed, he backed off and switched tactics.
He kissed the inside of my thigh. Dragged that Goddamn stubble across the crease of my hip until I screeched at him.
“Goddamnit, Griffin! I swear to fucking God --”
“Mmm.” The hum vibrated against me and I jerked. “You gonna threaten me, wildcat?”
“I’m gonna kill you if you don’t let me come!”
He huffed a laugh against my thigh, the bastard, and then he closed his mouth over my clit and sucked.
I screamed out my orgasm, a broken, ragged sound that tore free before I could stop it. My back bowed off the mattress, my hands fisted in his hair hard enough I knew it had to hurt. I held him exactly where I needed him while my whole body shook.
I gasped in several breaths as I came down softly to Griffin’s praises. He kissed his way back up my body until he lay between my legs in the cradle of my hips. I could feel his cock nudging my entrance.
Before he realized I wasn’t a boneless lump of Jell-O in his arms, I shoved him hard, flipping him over and following so that I straddled his hips, taking his cock in my hand, and lining him up. Then I sank down on his cock in one long, hard slide that punched the air out of both of us.
“Fuck.” His hands clamped on my hips. “Honey, slow down.”
“No.” I rolled my hips and the friction sent a sharp pulse of heat straight up my spine. “No slow.”
“V, honey, you’re ridin’ bareback. While I’d give just about anything to put my cum in your pussy, are you sure that’s what you want?”
I lifted my chin. “This ain’t my first rodeo, cowboy. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”
His jaw clenched. I could see the muscle jumping in the side of his face, the tendons in his neck pulled tight. He was holding himself back. Some part of me wanted to make him snap.