4. Griffin
FOUR
Griffin
T he feel of something soft and warm brushing against my morning wood elicits a groan from my chest as I reach out to draw my bedmate closer, hoping like hell whoever she is, is up for round two.
My fingers meet skin and a decidedly feminine moan breaks through my sleepy haze. She wiggles her ass against me, with intention this time.
"Fuck yeah," I murmur, wrapping my arm around her narrow waist; my hand drifts lower down her abdomen. I love the way she quivers beneath my touch. So responsive. "Gonna make you feel good baby."
She moans again and I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, rocking my hips into hers.
I'm damn near ready to tear her clothes off and shove my dick inside of her when I feel how wet she is for me. I brush my index finger over her clit a time or two before sliding lower and sinking it into her pussy.
She sighs, her hot breath fanning across my chest as she relaxes into me and shimmies her hands up between us. Her palm pauses over my heart before her entire body goes ramrod straight.
"Griffin!" she screams my name in outrage instead of pleasure, as she shoves away from me.
The commotion and her continued yelling finish waking me up and I jump from the bed not caring one bit that I'm standing at full-mast with my cock level with her wide, terrified eyes.
"I am so fucking sorry." I hold both hands out in front me. "Swear to God, wasn't intentional."
Blue glares hard, but her cheeks are stained the prettiest shade of pink and I'm not sure if it's from embarrassment or arousal. Maybe a mixture of both.
After what feels like hours, she clears her throat and says, "Told you sharing a bed wouldn't work."
"Listen, listen, listen," I say, channeling my most charming self.
"Let's not be too hasty. I was overtired from traveling and the sun.
My dreams got a little out of control and you were there and sleep-you was feeling sleep-me and our signals got mixed.
Honest mistake, okay? It won't happen again. "
She huffs out of breath. "We'll see."
I hope I can sway her to seeing things my way because there's no way I'm sleeping on the couch. It's just not happening but I'm too much of a gentleman to make her sleep on it either.
Compromise is the only option. Our mutual exhaustion is the only reason we didn't fight about this last night. But I should've known it was coming; I'm pretty sure Blue likes to fight just for the sake of it.
A yawn breaks free as I stretch my arms overhead. "See something you like?" I ask when I look back down at her in time to see her gaze zeroed in on my still-hard dick while she licks her lips.
I expect her blush to make a reappearance but instead she shocks the hell out of me. "Might wanna do something about all of that." She waves her hand in front of my boxer-brief covered cock, a saucy grin splitting her cheeks.
My lips tip up in a grin and I reach down and cup my junk stroking it once. "About this?"
She huffs out a sigh. "Yes, Griffin, about your raging erection."
"Awe." I release my dick and place my palm over my chest. "You really care, huh?"
"Jackass," she hisses, but there's no real heat behind her words. At least, not the angry kind.
"I'll take care of it in the shower."
"Oh, my God!"
"What? You were the one so worried about me shooting my load, figured I'd give you the deets. Would you prefer a show? A handwritten invitation? Front row seats? All of the above can be arranged, you know?"
"You're a pig!" she snarls.
I step closer to the bed and lean down into her space. "Are you mad because I'm going to think about you while I do it, or are you worried I won't?"
She lunges for me but I jump back. "I'll see you when I'm finished." I shoot a cocky wink her way, shuck off my briefs, and strut into the bathroom.
I give it a second before stepping beneath the spray, my right hand already stroking my cock while my brain conjures images of a certain pixie sized, blue haired she-devil on her knees before me, her hot mouth working my dick over instead.
She's so petite, she'd have to use her mouth and both hands. Fuuuuuck. I can picture it all so vividly, from the way she'd squirm and rub her thighs together as she got more and more turned on to the way she'd moan hungrily as she sucked me down.
"Griffin!" Blue shouts my name and I pump my hand faster, propping my left arm against the slick tiles to keep me steady.
"Griffin!" I bow my head toward my chest and close my eyes, giving myself fully to my rapidly building fantasy.
"Hurry up, damn it!" Something—most likely her fist—smacks against the bathroom door.
"Almost there!" I reply, a little louder than I meant to.
"What?"
"Hold on!"
The thought of her standing on the other side of the door while I jack off to thoughts of her combined with the memory of her soft moans plays like a highlight reel, amping up my pleasure until finally, right as she screams my name one last time, my release surges through me and I come, wishing like hell it was all over her tits instead of these fancy-ass tiles.
You'd think after getting off to thoughts of Blue in the shower, I'd be sated.
You'd also be wrong. I spent the entire fucking day hot, hard, and horny. Blue's not my usual type but damn if she's not the only woman here, in an entire resort of gorgeous women, that turns my head and stiffens my dick.
It's unfortunate really, since she seems about as interested in me as I am in getting my yearly physical. Don't get me wrong, I know Blue thinks I'm hot, but liking my body isn't the same as liking me.
Fuck! I don't know why I'm so hung up on this, but I am. It's not like I'm ever going to see this woman again after this trip, and God knows you don't have to like someone to fuck them.
Yet, here I am obsessing like a teenage girl. Check yes or no.
Even worse, her lack of interest does absolutely nothing to curb mine. If anything, the longer I'm around her, the more I seem to want her. Then again, that could be today's teeny bikini talking, because it damn sure isn't doing my desire or my dick any favors.
No, watching her prance around in that thing, either slick from tanning oil or wet from the water, has had me growling at any man who even dared to look at her. She probably thinks I'm crazy, which is fine, because I'm pretty sure she is too.
Or maybe a witch, because I definitely feel like I'm hexed.
I'm not the kind of guy who obsesses over a girl.
I'm usually a one-and-done, thanks-for-the-memories kind of guy.
But with Blue, it's more. I mean, I definitely still want to fuck her, but I also want to get to know her. And that's a first.
"What are we doing tonight?" Blue asks as she plops down onto the lounger next to me. Sand sticks to her skin and water drips down her body. She's a fucking sight. "Griffin! Hello!" She waves her hand in front of my face.
"Tonight? I don't know." I bring my beer bottle to my lips and polish off the last of it. There's something to be said for day drinking under the Mexican sun. Hell, I'm pretty sure there's more than one country song about it.
"Yeah. I want to go dancing."
I nod. "Could be fun." And by could be, I actually mean, fuck yes! Any excuse to feel Blue's hot little body against mine.
"Really?" her eyes light up.
"Yeah, why not?"
She nibbles her lower lip. "My ex wasn't...he never...I'm just surprised. That's all."
I stand from my lounger and grab my towel. "Your ex sounds like an idiot."
"He's an ex for a reason, right?"
"Good point. Let's go."
We make the quick trip back to our room to change and within the hour, we're seated in one of the resort restaurants to grab a bite to eat before hitting the club.
I went for casual, in a pair of board shorts and a short-sleeved button down, but Blue went full on man eater in a white dress that barely covers her ass and hugs her like a second skin. She looks good and she knows it.
"What are you in the mood for?" she asks, perusing the menu.
My immediate response is you , but I know that isn't what she's asking. "The mahi-mahi sounds good."
"Mmm. It does."
We order and both opt for water after drinking most of the day.
"So, what do you do?"
"For work?" I clarify.
"Yeah, for work."
"I'm a trainer and just opened a new gym."
She snorts out a laugh. "That explains so much."
"Like what?" I ask, wholly expecting some kind of meathead joke.
"Your body is unbelievable. You're literally built like a Greek God."
I preen under her praise. "Glad you noticed." I wink. "What about you?"
"Graphic design."
"Nice. Maybe I could hire you for some stuff for the gym."
Her gaze darkens. "Don't do that."
"What?"
"Don't try to make this more than it is."
"I'm not making it into anything. I've been through countless portfolios and nothing is meeting my expectations. I said maybe I could hire you. I'm not making any promises, but if your work meets what I'm looking for, I'm not opposed to the idea. Okay?"
She nods. "Yeah, sorry. Okay."
"What do you do for fun?" I ask, wanting to bring back the light mood from moments ago.
"Surf. Hang out with my best friend Thea and her boyfriend Dane when they're in town. Read." She laughs. "Wow, I sound really lame."
"Nah. I mean, come on, if you'd have asked me, I would have said work out." I give her a pointed look and she laughs again, and the sound of it curls around me, clinging to my skin like smoke from a bonfire.
"What else though?"
"I like those massive Lego kits, the architecture ones. I plan on starting the Colosseum when I get home. It seems lame, but it is tedious and...I don't know...I like it."
"At least you didn't say puzzles."
I grin. "I like those too." Maybe that's why I'm so into her; she's a bit of a puzzle and I absolutely want to see how all of her pieces fit together.
"You would. Okay...favorite band?"
"Just one?" I clutch my heart like I'm in pain.
She nods, but our food comes before I can reply. We dig in, both groaning in pleasure upon our first bites. Naturally, her sound of delight goes straight to my dick.
"Chet Faker," I say suddenly.
"Oh! I love him!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes! 'Into You' is one of my favorite songs."
I can't help but smirk. What a fitting song choice. "Who's your favorite?"
"Rainbow Kitten Surprise."
"Solid choice."
We continue going back and forth with our questions as we eat, and as strange as it sounds, by the time I sign the check, I know more about Blue Anderson than I do about my best friend.
As we step out of the restaurant, I take Blue's hand in mine. "Ready to dance, baby doll?"
She glances down at our clasped hands before smiling up at me from beneath her lashes. "So ready."