Chapter 7
Sage
You don’t ask, you don’t get.
That’s what’s rolling through my head when I tell him what I want. Then, like a switch has flipped and permission has been granted, Griffin tucks his face into the curve of my neck and curses.
“I’m going to burn in hell for touching you,” he says, lifting my shirt off and tearing my bra from my body.
“We can burn together.”
My breath hitches as his rough hands skim over my soft curves. With my breasts in his hands, he kneads and pinches, toys and tempts. Drawing one hard nipple into his mouth, he sucks hard.
“Yes, like that. Just like that.” I arch and gasp, pressing my head back into the bookshelf. My eyes roll back as sensation flows through me. “Fuck. This is better than I imagined it.”
Need pulses between my legs when he fits the hard length of his cock against my heat. I squirm against him, hips rolling, seeking more of that delicious, forbidden friction.
“More,” I rasp. “I need more of you.”
I reach for his belt buckle and yank hard. The leather slips free of his belt loops and I fling it aside, impatient and hungry.
“Careful, sweetheart. You don’t get a taste before I do.”
My blood heats at the filthy promise in his voice as he spins me around and pulls my pants to my ankles. Air brushes over my naked, heated skin, kisses the damp place between my thighs a second before his fingers do.
I hiss, widening my stance and pressing my ass against his touch.
“That’s it, baby, let me see that pretty pink pussy. Show me what I do to you.”
His words turn up the heat sparking between us. I know without a doubt that I’m dripping. Desperate.
“Please,” I whisper, chasing his touch and groaning when I feel his clever fingers slide over my seam and circle my clit.
“Please, what?”
I toss my head back, meet his gaze and feel his hand tighten over my hip. “Please, Sir, make me come.”
His eyes blaze with heat and his fingers finally slide in. I gasp and arch, a sweet agony spearing through me as he fucks me with his hand, and the slick sound of his fingers plunging inside me echoes around the room.
“Oh my god, Griffin.”
He growls and slips behind me. On his knees, he moves me so I’m pitched forward and clinging to the shelves for stability. His large hands spread my cheeks, and before I know it, his tongue is there. Sliding up my slit, circling my clit, and suckling every ounce of arousal that seeps out of me.
I turn and sink my teeth into my arm to muffle my scream.
But a loud crack sounds as his hand slaps my ass. The sting radiates up my body as I jump.
“Let me hear you, sweetheart. I want to know you like what I’m doing to you.”
“I love it,” I gasp. “I’m so close. So fucking close.”
His mouth closes over me, working me harder. I pump my hips faster. Feel the scrape of his stubble, the insistent pressure of fingers spreading me wide. And when pleasure erupts inside me, I come all over his face on a broken scream.
He rises while I’m still bent over and gasping. I turn to see a disheveled Griffin ripping his shirt off his body and suckling my release off his fingers. The sight of it is so erotic that a fresh heat blooms inside me.
“Do I taste good?” I ask, running a hand over the plane of his chest, the expanse of his abs. Then I dip lower, cruising over the bulge of his jeans, brushing against the hard ridge of his cock.
“Your sweetness is my new favorite flavor,” he murmurs.
“Mm.” I press my mouth to his, moaning as I undo his fly and fill my hands with his hot, hard length. “Is it my turn now?”
His eyes are a deep, dark blue as I push him backward into the armchair and drop to my knees.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Please, Sir,” I say, smiling when his jaw tightens at the word. “I want to.”
Then I keep my eyes on his and lower my mouth over his leaking head. He sucks in a sharp breath of air as I lick him like a popsicle. Dragging my tongue up and down, around and around. He tastes like salt and sweat, and something that’s uniquely him.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back and thrusts his hand into my hair. He doesn’t guide my movement, just holds onto me as he pumps his hips and slides his cock further down my throat. “God, what a good girl you are. Look how well you take me. So fucking perfect. So goddamn gorgeous.”
With every bit of filthy praise that falls from his lips, my desire ramps up and up and up. Until I have to tear myself away and climb into his lap.
“I want to feel this cock in my pussy,” I murmur against his mouth. “Bury deep, fuck me hard, and fill me up with your cum.”
His hand lands on my hip. “I’ll get a condom.”
“I don’t want one. I want to feel you, Griffin.”
“But…”
“I’m clean and on birth control.” I take a deep breath and slide my hand over his cheek. “I trust you, Griffin. And I’m choosing you. I want you like this. Bare.”
He swallows hard. “I’m clean, too. There hasn’t… it’s been…”
“Shh.” I place my finger over his lips. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
Then I reach between us, line him up at my entrance and sink down.
He groans and I capture his lips for a kiss. With his hands laced through mine, we move together and find a rhythm that works for us both. Slow, steady, deliberate—I’m stretched and filled and so fucking euphoric.
Because for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m right where I belong.
With him.
His eyes burn with intensity as he brings me down more fully on his cock with every upward thrust of his hips until I’m whining and wild. My arms band around his neck and his fingers grip tight.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep going. You feel amazing.”
I’m on the edge, every nerve ending snapping as I seal my lips to his. The moment I break, he does too, and we tumble, roaring into oblivion together.
My last conscious thought as his arms wrap around me is simply, I’m yours.