14. Griffin
GRIFFIN
“I’ve never been with someone so big.”
I’ve heard this before, but it never gets old. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”
Ember takes my cock in her hand and gives it a soft squeeze before she starts to stroke it. The sight of her fingers wrapped around it makes it hard for me to go slow, but I want her to be comfortable, so I give her time to explore.
When she slides off the desk, goes to her knees, and collects my precum with her tongue, I realize things might need to move along quicker after all. Nothing turns me on like going down on a woman, and with that woman being Ember, I may have much less self-control than usual.
I cup her chin in my hand and stroke her soft cheeks, stepping back when I can. “Lemme get that condom on.”
After I step free of my pants and sheathe up, I roll the chair over and sit down, pulling Ember onto my lap as I go. It’s then that I have the distinct pleasure of undoing every single one of the fussy little buttons on her prim and proper work shirt—or at least that’s my intention. Once I’ve opened the majority of them, I get impatient and pull the shirt over her head.
I slide the loose bra straps from her arms and take a moment to admire the beauty of her bare body. Her breasts are perfect, round and full, capped with dusky pink nipples that make my mouth water. “You’re so beautiful.” I’m not aiming to feed her compliments; it’s the absolute truth and needs to be said.
She pushes a hand into my chest. “Not fair. Take your shirt off.”
“As you wish.” As soon as I start to comply, Ember pitches in to help, tugging it over my head before eagerly roaming hands and eyes over my torso. I take advantage of the opportunity to scan her body for tattoos, but none are visible, at least not from this angle.
As she squeezes my delts like she’s taking measurements and traces her fingertips over my tats, I lift her hips and line her up over my cock. “I’ll let you take control from here.” I give her a wink. “After all, you’re the boss.”
I chose this position so Ember can control how deep she takes me, but it’s a massive bonus that her tits are pressing against me as she wraps her arms around my neck and finds her balance.
She wastes no time sinking down on me, but she doesn’t go far. With just the head of my cock piercing her heat, she pauses and says, “Are you ready?” My cock jerks in response, making her laugh. “I guess I have my answer.”
Unable to resist, I cant my hips, pushing an inch deeper into her tight, wet pussy.
She sinks down further, letting out a delicious sigh that morphs into a moan and has me going even harder inside her.
She takes me in further, enveloping me in the perfection of her body. I’d already thought Ember was the most beautiful and intelligent woman I know, but finding out she also has the tightest, sweetest pussy is almost too much.
She thought I was ruining her, but it’s me that’s being ruined for other women.
“You doing okay?” I ask. Her only response is to utter my name like it’s a curse.
A couple more inches down, and then she lifts up, moaning again. I dip my head and take one of her nipples between my lips. I suck, tug, release, and do the same with the other, as my finger finds her clit and gently circles around it.
“Oh god, ohgod. Griffin!”
Lick, suck, rub, and she sinks down deeper. I’m nearly fully buried inside her. I tease her nipple with my teeth and she takes my last couple of inches, letting out a long sigh as she settles in, her pussy clenching around me.
Finally, she starts to move on me, lifting up and sliding down, and I meet her each time with a thrust of my hips. Her skin shimmers with a fine sheen of sweat; her eyes are wild as she rides my cock like it’s everything she’s ever wanted.
When I rub my thumb over her clit again, her head falls to my shoulder just before her back arches.
She cries out, sounding desperate, and then her pussy is throbbing all around me, milking me, pulling me deeper, making me hers.
When her nails dig into my shoulder blades, I’m a goner. I steady her hips and explode inside her, with no idea how I even lasted as long as I did.
Our sweat-slicked bodies throb in a blended rhythm that marks itself on my soul. I empty myself, utterly wrung out. Her heart beats against mine when she finally collapses, spent.
As brief as it was, it was incredible, and I want nothing more than to be inside her again, if not right now, then as often as possible in the future.
We breathe together for several long moments before she raises her head. It’s immediately apparent the energy has shifted.
Instead of the warm afterglow I’m expecting to see on her face, there’s regret. Fuck!
She notices me noticing, and quickly schools her features, but the damage is done. She may as well have punched me in the gut.
Wasn’t it good for her? No, fuck no. I know damn well she wasn’t faking any of those orgasms.
But maybe she doesn’t see me as boyfriend material, and this was just a hate fuck. I’m sure she doesn’t hate me, but I get on her nerves, and maybe she just needed to get this out of her system.
She slides free of me and off my lap, no longer meeting my eyes.
Before she can walk off, I grab her arm. “Ember, wait. Are you okay?”
She focuses on something on the floor. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
Shouldn’t have done that? I’ll admit it takes me a good, long while to think of a single reason why we shouldn’t have had sex, especially when the sex was that good. It wasn’t the longest session I’ve had—not by a long shot—but it was Ember, and that made every moment spectacular.
Then I remember Frank’s lecture at the bar the other night. “Are you upset because this happened at work?”
She looks at me like I’ve just added two and two and gotten one. “It never should have happened, Griffin. Anywhere.” A storm cloud over her head, she moves around the room collecting her clothing.
Frank stressed how important Ember’s job is to her, but work and personal life are two separate things. Even if this did happen here at the shop, it’s after hours. Personal time.
I’m hurt that she regrets it, and it pisses me off, too.
Poised at the door, her clothes in hand—she’s not even comfortable enough to get dressed in front of me—she turns back. “We need to pretend this never happened.”
Another blow to the gut. “Fine.”
While she disappears into the bathroom, I yank on my pants and shirt and make a hasty exit, cursing myself all the way home.