Chapter 29 #2
“I’m having sex with me,” I say, pulling them back out again. “Because someone else didn’t want to.”
I sit up, my knees spread. I feel lewd. And hot. And dirty.
I love it.
I get onto my hands and knees. “You going to do something about it?” I reach between my legs. “Oh God,” I cry out as my fingers hit my swollen clit.
“Jesus, Sasha.” He strokes his length through the towel.
I moan again, and this time I see something snap in him.
Griffin comes over to the side of the bed and grasps a handful of my hair, tugging my head back.
Then he reaches down with his other hand and wraps his fingers around my wrist, bringing the hand I was using to pleasure myself to his face.
He opens his mouth and my fingers disappear between his lips.
Griffin makes a low, carnal, animalistic sound as he swirls his tongue around each finger. I know my taste turns him on—even with my head tilted back, I see how his cock surges.
He drops my hand, and I use it to keep my body balanced. His towel’s fully tented over his hardness. The cloth is only inches from my face.
“I know you want to fuck me,” I say. “So why don’t you just do it?”
“Sasha,” he growls. “You’re going to stop talking.”
“How do you know that?” I lick my lips.
“Because,” he growls. “My cock’s about to be stuffed so far down your throat you won’t be able to do anything but gag for me.”
Before I can say anything, he makes good on his promise. He drops the towel, and, fisting his beautiful length, he presses my jaw down with his fat head and slides into my mouth. He doesn’t stop, either. He slides all the way in.
I grab his ass with one hand, greedily pulling him toward me.
“Fuck,” he groans as I angle myself to take as much of him as I possibly can.
He’s hot and hard and he fills my mouth completely. I moan around his cock, my whole body on fire at the feeling of him owning me like this. I watch as he unravels before my eyes, this rigid, demanding man falling apart for me until all that’s left is his raw, molten core.
He thought he could be around me without feelings? If he’s feeling half of what I am now, that’s laughable. Because right now, everything about me is all about him.
The way his hard touch on the back of my head softens as he sinks to his hilt inside me, then tightens again as he slides out. He does it over and over again. My mouth is slippery over his head, my tongue toying with him as best I can before he plunges in once more.
Finally, with a grunt, he pulls out. “No.”
I shimmy up his body, clinging to him and forcing him down so his face hovers over mine. “No what? You can’t stop now, Griffin.” It’s not so much a command as a plea. I rock my pussy against his slick cock. “Please, Griffin. I don’t want to stop, I—”
“I’m not stopping, Angel.” His hand grips the back of my neck. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with an urgent need, like he’s been away for years. He breaks the kiss just long enough to rasp, “How could I ever stop with you?”
He gets onto the bed, gently easing me onto my back.
His cock hovers over my lower half now, hot on my abdomen. I open my legs, wrapping them around his hips, needing him so badly I don’t care if we do it just like this. No care, no thought. No safety whatsoever.
“I missed you, Griffin. I don’t like it when you’re gone.”
“Do you think I can stand to be apart from you for more than a fucking second?”
I smile. “You’re getting sappy on me.”
He grunts, closing his eyes as I reach down and draw his length along my opening. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Sasha.”
His vulnerability makes my chest ache.
I know this feeling. I’ve been here before, but not like this. This feels bigger. Wider. More dangerous.
Like if I fell, I’d be gone forever.
“Come here,” he says, seeing something on my face. He rolls over, taking me with him. I lie on top of him, feeling the beat of his heart under my ear. “You okay?”
I nod against his chest. “I am now. I’m better than okay, Griffin.”
I sit up.
Will you take care of me, even when the danger is gone?
I don’t say the words, but I wonder if he sees them in my eyes, because his expression shifts to something so tender it makes my breath catch.
“Do you care about me?” I ask. The words are pathetic, but I need to hear him tell me. I need them like a balm on a wound.
“Sasha,” he says, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Christ, you’re the only thing I care about right now.”
“That’s not true.”
“It’s true.”
I rise up onto my knees, soaking up this open version of him, knowing tomorrow he’ll be a vault again. Only maybe, hopefully, a vault with the door cracked open just a little.
I smile, blinking away the tears that were threatening to come. That maybe already came and I was too wrapped up to notice. “Show me, then,” I whisper. I’m straddling him now, and I rise up on my knees.
Griffin makes a feral sound then. “I thought you’d never fucking ask.”
He slides down, hooks his hands over my hips, and pulls me down onto his face.
I cry out as his tongue hits my slit, toying with the place I had my fingers moments ago, thinking only of him.
I let myself fall into him, grabbing on to the headboard and holding on for dear life as he devours me. He may be a man of few words, but he knows exactly what to do with his mouth.
I come hard almost immediately, the pleasure so intense I go ramrod straight. I’m so loud he reaches a hand up to press his fingers against my mouth.
I can see the smile in his eyes, though, as I come down off my fall, shaking into a heap over him.
“Chester’s going to think you’re in trouble,” he says, laughing softly against me.
“I am in trouble,” I say, unable to fully form a thought just yet, except that I’m not ready to be done. “And so are you if you don’t fuck me properly, Griffin Kelly.”
Those words clearly test his restraint, which already looks to be on the thinnest tether. “You can’t talk to me like that, Angel.”
“Why not? I need to be fucked.” I push back, nipping at his bottom lip. “By you.”
“Jesus,” he practically growls. “I think you want me to destroy this pussy, don’t you?”
I grin wickedly. “Make me walk funny for a week.”
He grunts as he presses my thighs up against my ribs, spreading me wide for him. “This is what you wanted, baby. Remember that.”
I nod enthusiastically. I’ve never been more ready. “Now, Griffin.”
He slams into me with a force just shy of violence.
I cry out, and his face is so stricken I almost laugh. I’d sound crazy if I did.
“No.” Desire runs through me even hotter than a moment ago, which I didn’t think was possible. “Don’t apologize. Do it again.”
He pops his jaw. “I can’t…control myself right now.”
“Then don’t,” I say, tugging him down to me. I dig my nails into his back, hard enough for him to suck in a breath. “Don’t stop again.”
The last of that control vanishes, burned up like a piece of paper dropped on a roaring fire.
“Baby,” he says as he slams into me, his face to the side of mine. He grips the headboard, and I marvel at the beauty of his body—the muscles flexed along his side, his arms, his front.
“Sweet baby girl…” He pulls out and thrusts again, sliding me across the bed, over and over again. He fucks me so hard this seemingly solid bed thuds against the wall.
I cry out as he ravages me. I cling to him like I’m drowning and he’s the only thing keeping me afloat. Like he’s the only thing in the world that matters. That my whole life depends on him.
It’s too much, I know. Too much and too fast. But I finally understand what he means by trying to keep his head clear. It’s hard to think rationally when all I want to do is stay wrapped up in this man.
It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real.
I say it in my head as I come, but the words lose all meaning, because this—this—is the realest I’ve ever felt.