Chapter 5
Taylor
The parking of the car, the leading me up to his apartment, it was all a blur.
My wildest fantasies were coming to life, and I couldn’t get my brain to slow down long enough to enjoy it.
Time seemed to speed up like someone was holding down the fast-forward button on the remote of my life.
All I wanted to do was pause so I could enjoy.
Ever since realizing I was gay, I knew I wanted a bigger man to dominate me. I loved the feel of a man holding me down, having his way with me. consensual, of course.
It was why I wrote the things I did. And based on the readership I had, I wasn’t alone in my desires.
Griff’s grip on my hand was solid, firm. He tugged me into his apartment, then down the hall to what I was going to assume was his bedroom. It wasn’t until we got in there that I finally focused and time seemed to slow.
His room was large, with white walls and a few lonely pieces of art decorating the room.
Floor-to-ceiling windows covered one wall, showing off the city’s skyline.
His king-sized bed was centered on the west wall.
The neatly made bed with pillows and plush comforter was a surprise.
The muted greens and beige were different than the dark colors I tended to associate with Griff.
“Do you need anything? Water? Perhaps something stronger?”
I shook my head.
“Good. I wouldn’t want alcohol to dull your senses at all.”
As much as I would enjoy the liquid courage, he was right. I wanted to feel everything. I wanted these actions to be my own and not something that came from a bottle.
“Will you be terribly disappointed if we skip the coffee?”
I shook my head. Coffee was the last thing on my mind.
“Hm. Good. We can enjoy some in the morning.”
Griff trailed the backs of his fingers over my cheek and down my neck. His eyes never left mine as if he was gauging every nuance of my reaction.
His touch sent shivers down my spine. His fingers snuck underneath my collar and he began to unbutton my shirt.
“I expected more of a chase, Taylor. Like a rabbit fleeing the wolf.” Griff’s other hand gripped the nape of my neck and he pulled me closer. I gasped in surprise, his lips hovering just over mine. His breath whispered over my lips like a ghost of a kiss. “I’ve caught you now.”
“What will you do with me?” I asked.
A deep rumble radiated from Griff’s chest. “Anything I want.”
His hips were flush with mine now, and the heat of his arousal was hot against my belly. My eyes fluttered closed, and I bit back a groan. This man, these looks he gave me, were going to kill me.
“On the bed, little rabbit. I have a feeling we’ll have to take our time to get your body ready for me. I’m not small.”
My eyes widened, and I let out the most embarrassing squeak. “It’s that big?”
Griff’s smile was slow, teasing. His hand was on my nape still, gently squeezing. “Bigger. Now get on the bed.”
I removed my shirt and let it fall to the floor then climbed onto his bed. He didn’t tell me to get under the covers, so I didn’t. I simply watched him.
The bed provided more comfort than I was used to. The silkiness of the bedspread was cool against my skin.
I didn’t let my gaze stray as he tugged off his shirt.
He then shucked off his jeans, revealing massive thighs that could crush me.
His one thigh was probably the same circumference as my waist. His muscles bulged and flexed as he closed in on me.
The focus in his gaze was predatory, like he truly was the wolf, and I was nothing more than prey caught in his sights.
His muscles coiled tight, ready to pounce.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed onto the bed. Even on all fours, he was imposing. His broad shoulders blocked out the light from the windows, casting me in a shadow.
“You’re trembling,” he observed, running a palm up my thigh. I was still in my pants, though that wouldn’t last long based on the hungry look in his eyes.
“Nervous,” I said. “This isn’t my first time or anything. I just… don’t want to disappoint you.”
Griff kissed my lips. “You could never. I’ll take care of you.” His voice was gentler now, reassuring. “Tell me if anything is too much. Promise me, Taylor.”
I nodded, but he shook his head.
“Words. I need to hear you say it.”
“I promise,” I said.
“Good boy.”
Those two words sent electricity crackling through my veins.
I’d written characters saying them a hundred times, had fantasized about hearing them directed at me, but nothing compared to the reality.
Nothing compared to Griff’s deep timbre wrapping around the praise and delivering it straight to my core.
I was trapped in his snare with no hope, nor desire, to escape.
His hands made quick work of my remaining clothes.
Soon I was bare before him, exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way.
His eyes roamed over me with an appreciation that made me feel beautiful rather than self-conscious.
The muscles I showcased were nothing like his, honed from physical activity, while mine were simply due to lack of meat on my bones.
I was scrawny, where he was brawny, athletic.
“Perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
I wanted to argue, to point out every flaw and imperfection, but the words died in my throat when his mouth found my neck. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin there, marking me as his. At least for tonight.
“This,” he nipped at my throat, “drives me wild. You say so much, with so little movement.”
His weight settled over me, pressing me into the mattress, and I finally understood what I’d been chasing in all those stories. This feeling of being consumed, wanted, desired. Needed. This was what I’d been searching for. The fantasies that I spilled from ink to paper.
His hand slid down my chest, deliberate and slow, mapping every inch of skin. When he reached my hip, his fingers dug in just enough to make me gasp.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
My back arched involuntarily as his mouth traveled lower, across my collarbone, down to my chest. Each kiss was a brand, each touch a promise of what was to come.
The contrast between his gentleness and his strength was intoxicating.
With the strength of his hands alone, he could break me in half, yet he was as gentle as a dove when he placed featherlight kisses over my body.
“Griff,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was asking for.
“I know, little rabbit. I know what you need.” His hand moved between my legs, and I nearly came undone right there. “But we’re going to take this slow. I told you, I need to get you ready.”
He reached over to his nightstand, retrieving a bottle I recognized immediately. My heart hammered in my chest as reality crashed over me again. This was happening. This was really happening. With Griff. With that monster cock he had between his legs.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded when my gaze started to drift. “I want to see your face when my cock fills your tight hole.”
I obeyed, locking my eyes with his as his slicked fingers began their careful exploration. The initial pressure made me tense, but his free hand stroked my thigh soothingly.
“Breathe,” he said. “Relax for me.” His breath ghosted over my skin.
Griff worked with patience I hadn’t expected from someone so imposing, watching my every reaction, adjusting his movements based on my responses. When he found that spot inside me, my vision went white. My cock jerked, leaking pre-cum that dribbled onto my stomach.
“There it is,” he rumbled, satisfaction thick in his voice. “You’re doing so well for me, Taylor. So perfect.”
The praise made my head spin. Every nerve ending felt electrified, hypersensitive to his touch. He worked me open with maddening patience, adding another finger when my body was ready, never rushing, despite the obvious strain in his own breathing.
“Please,” I finally gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. Everything felt too much and not enough all at once. Like my heart might burst from my body, flying apart all at once and coming back together in a culmination of exquisite torture.
“Please what?” His fingers curled inside me again, making stars burst behind my eyelids. “Use your words, little rabbit.”
“I need—” My voice broke as he repeated the motion. “I need you. Please, Griff.”
He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt him positioning himself, the blunt pressure against me making my breath catch. I’d seen the beast of a cock he carried around. I’d wanted to feel it on my hand, on my tongue. The sheer size of him was going to rip me apart.
“Look at me,” he ordered again, and I hadn’t even realized my eyes had closed. When I opened them, his expression was intense, almost reverent. “I’ve got you.”
The first press forward stole the air from my lungs.
He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust, but even with all his preparation, the stretch was overwhelming.
My hands scrabbled for purchase against his shoulders, fingers digging into solid muscle.
His cock was impossibly thick, and I strained at the intrusion.
“Breathe,” he reminded me again, holding still. “You’re doing so good. Taking me so well.” He canted his hips, pressing deeper.
I tried to relax, tried to remember how to breathe. Gradually, the burning sensation faded into something else entirely—a fullness that felt like completion.
“Okay?” he asked, though I could see the effort it took him to remain still, muscles trembling with restraint.
“Yeah,” I managed. “You can move. Please. Please move, Griff.”
“As you wish, little rabbit.”
He did, slowly at first, each thrust deliberate and controlled. His eyes never left mine, watching every expression that crossed my face. When I moaned, he smiled that predatory smile that had started this whole thing.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, picking up his pace. His thrusts were deeper now, the slap of his skin against mine echoed in the room. “Let me hear you.”
The pleasure built with each movement, each perfectly angled thrust. My nails raked down his back and he groaned, the sound rumbling through his chest into mine. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard tapping against the wall, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about the noise.
His hand wrapped around me, and I cried out, oversensitive and overwhelmed. Everything was too much and not enough. His weight, his heat, the fullness of him inside me, the pressure of his hand as he stroked my release from my body.
I clamped down around him, reflexively. I couldn’t control it.
He groaned, his eyes rolling back.
“Griff, I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Let go,” he commanded. “Come for me, Taylor.”
His words, combined with another perfectly timed thrust, sent me over the edge.
I shattered beneath him, his name a broken vow on my lips.
He followed moments later, burying himself deep with a groan that sounded like it was torn from his soul.
My body was utterly wrecked thanks to the thickness of him, and I was glad for it.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, bodies slicked with sweat. Finally, he carefully withdrew and collapsed beside me, immediately pulling me against his chest.
“Mhmm, and how are you, little rabbit?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Good. Just… so good,” I said. My breath came in rapid pants as I tried to catch my breath. My entire body felt like jelly, boneless and satisfied. Complete.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “Good. Give me a few minutes and we’ll get you cleaned up.”
I nodded against his chest, too content to move. My eyes drifted closed, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle stroke of his fingers through my hair.
This was better than any story I’d ever written.