7. Blue
SEVEN
Blue
H ow is it possible to have come harder just from him eating me out than I ever did with Blake.
.. ever? Talk about mind blown. I knew he was cocky from the moment I met him, but he's the got the body of a god, a big dick, a heart of gold, and eats pussy like a champ, so it's safe to say he meant it when he said it wasn't cocky if it's true.
However, I think I need to take him for a test drive before I can make any definitive declarations. You know, just to be sure.
"What's got you grinning?" Griffin asks as he palms my waist and tosses me onto the king-sized bed. Mark that down as another tic in the pro column, because damn.
"Just thinking about something."
He joins me on the bed. "Yeah? Wanna tell me what?"
I bat my lashes, going for coy. "Just thinking about how good it's going to feel when you fuck me so hard I forget my name."
His reaction is even better than I imagined. His eyes practically roll back into his head and he groans deep and low. "You're evil. A Vixen."
"Maybe so, but..." I bite my lip and shrug. "I think you like it."
"I love it," he corrects, stalking toward me like a predator after prey. Only I'm all too happy to let him devour me. Over and over again.
My answering grin is all the motivation Griffin needs to launch himself at me, pinning me on my back to the mattress.
A moan breaks free when his warm lips meet my flesh as he kisses and nips at my jaw and down my neck. "God Blue, you're..." his words taper off into an unintelligible groan as he draws my nipple into his mouth.
I squirm beneath him, desperate and more than ready to feel him inside of me, but when he starts trying to kiss his way down my body, I stop him. "It's my turn, remember?"
"You don't have to," he starts, but I brace my hands on his shoulders and push him off of me before he can finish.
"I know." I move onto my knees and crawl toward him, until he's on his back and I'm straddling his thighs. "But I want to."
He parts his lips, either to protest again or to encourage me, but his words turn to a garbled groan when I close my lips around the crown of his dick, sucking him into my mouth.
"Fuck, baby doll." He fists his hand in my hair and grunts. "Just like that."
I lick and slurp and suck his cock until he's trembling and cursing beneath me. I want to feel him explode, to taste his release, and to render him as boneless as he did me.
Moaning, I reach between his legs and cup his balls. He lets out a string of curses before tightening his grip on my hair and pulling me off of his dick with an audible pop. "What's wrong?" I ask, licking my lips.
"I'm about to bust a nut."
"Good." I reach for him, but he captures my wrist and holds me still.
"When I come, it's going to be deep in your dripping pussy, not your mouth."
Can a woman orgasm from words alone? Because I'm pretty sure I'm right on the brink and the next filthy thing Griffin says very well may send me toppling over the edge.
"How do you want me?"
He groans again. "On your knees baby doll."
I give him a soft smile before turning and moving back onto my knees. He presses his palm between my shoulder blades. "Lay your head on the pillows and put that pretty ass of yours in the air for me."
Something about the position feels so dirty, the way I'm on display for him, and when he reaches between my legs and spreads me wide open, I can't help the wiggle in my hips.
"You're so beautiful. So pink and pretty and wet. Just waiting for me to fill you up, aren't you?"
"Yes, please," I whimper, desperate for him to satisfy this aching hunger that's pulsing inside of me.
"You want me to make you feel good?"
Nodding, I push my hips back toward him and moan when I feel the blunt head of his dick prod at my entrance.
"I want your words Blue." He gathers my hair with one hand and glides the other over my spine. "Tell me you want this."
"God, yes. I want it, I want you. I want you to fuck me so hard I don't even know what day it is."
Without another word, he reaches back between my legs and slams his dick into me, seating himself full in a single thrust. "So damn tight," he groans, rocking into me.
"Please, Griff," I beg, "please."
"I've got you baby doll," he murmurs before cracking his palm against my ass. The unexpected burst of pain only serves to fuel my desire as he fucks me from behind. "You feel like a dream, so good."
"Harder. More." My words slur from the pleasure pumping through me. And when he reaches around me and pinches my clit, I nearly see stars. "So close."
"Gonna get you there baby," is all he says before pressing his thumb against my asshole. I freeze at the foreign feeling, causing Griffin to slow his pace. "I've got you, Blue. Just relax and let me make you feel good, okay?"
I will my muscles to unclench and nod, which is seemingly all the encouragement he needs as he starts fucking me hard and fast.
He uses the fingers on his right hand to strum my clit like he's playing the chords to his favorite song while he massages my asshole with his left thumb.
In the blink of an eye, the weirdness melts away into soul-shattering pleasure, and I find myself pushing back against him until he's fucking me there too, pumping in time with his cock and still playing with my clit.
He's a master sculptor, molding my body, until I'm nothing more than a panting, shivering, restless, desperate ball of need.
"I want you to come, Blue. I want to feel your pussy grip my cock and I want to fill you right the fuck up until I'm dripping out of you."
"Yes, yes, yes," I repeat single word like a prayer, like he's a god and I'm all too eager to worship at his altar.
Griffin grunts as my pussy begins to flutter around him, and then he shifts his position behind me ever so slightly, sending him deeper than before. So deep, I swear, I see stars. I see universes, whole galaxies being formed as my orgasm barrels into me.
"Fuck, Griff!" I scream his name and as if on cue, he growls out a curse and his cock pulses inside of me as he fills me with his release.
I collapse in a heap against the bed, sweaty and spent and oh so sated. Anxiety tries to rob me of my post-orgasmic state, but Griffin leans in and presses a soft kiss to my neck before gently sliding out of me. "That was amazing baby doll. You're amazing."
He pads into the bathroom and returns moments later with a damp washcloth. I reach for it, but he ignores my outstretched hand and wipes between my legs himself. "Guess it's a little late for the talk, huh?"
My cheeks heat, because honestly, he rendered me so dumb, it never even occurred to me. "I'm clean, and on birth control. Shots."
"Me too."
I arch a brow and we both laugh.
"Clean I mean. I've never had sex without protection. You...um...were the first."
Pride and honor spark to life inside of me. "Same," I murmur sleepily as I roll on my side to face him. He's standing next to the bed, his dick still semi hard.
"Good." He nods once. "Now, let's get you cleaned up for real and we can nap."
"Mm, okay."
He leans down and picks me up, cradling me to his chest so he can carry me to the bathroom. "You're so gorgeous when you come."
I grin lazily, all the while wondering the likelihood of him wanting to continue this thing we have between us once we're back in Palm Bluff.
"Clean up and I'll order us a snack," he says, lowering me to the floor.
"Thanks Griff."
He smirks. "I don't think I've ever been thanked for orgasms before."
I swat at his chest. "I mean, those too. But just thanks for...being you."
He looks like he wants to say something, like the words are sitting there, on the tip of his tongue. But I don't give him the chance to reply, because I'm too fearful of what he might say. "I'll be right out."
He leans in and kisses me once more and then he's gone, leaving me to overthink while I get myself cleaned up.