33. Griffin #2
“For fucking years now.” My grunted response is paired with me pulling her against me, cupping her through the fabric of her underwear as my teeth sink into the side of her throat, making her moan.
“Now focus, sweetheart, you’ve got an art project to finish like a good girl.
” I work my fingers against her, massaging her pussy gently, savoring the way she pushes back against me, already searching for more.
But my girl is nothing if not stubborn.
Even as her body turns pliant and needy between my touch, she lifts her brush back to her canvas, stroking it up and down in time with me stroking her.
Our bodies are completely molded together now, which means every little move she makes is against me, and fuck I feel like I may black out with need.
My fingers quickly shove past her underwear, needing to feel her wetness again, and I groan when I find her already dripping for me, but this isn’t like the other night.
I’m not teasing her, I’m not putting on a show, no, this is for me, and only me.
I push my middle finger past the lips of her pussy and press down on her clit, making her entire body jolt, as her brush jerks in her hand, making a splodge on her canvas.
“Griffin.” Her voice is half scold, half moan, and fuck it has me hard as stone as she starts to writhe against my fingers and cock.
I lean down to inhale her scent, circling my finger even faster, as I drag my mouth up to her ear. “I think we should call this painting ‘desperation’,” I breathe, working my finger faster and faster, before I sink my hand down and slide it into her pussy, hissing at how tight she feels against me.
“Griffin, please,” she cries, the sound so fucking sweet, especially when it isn’t being drowned out like it was in the club.
“That’s it, sweet girl, remember my name, because in a minute you’re going to be screaming it.” My palm grinds against her clit as I sink a second finger inside her, reveling in the way her entire body jerks, the paintbrush slipping from her hand as she slaps it against the canvas.
My fingers don’t stop their assault on her cunt though, fucking her hole and rubbing her clit in tandem, hurling her toward the edge she has had me dangling over for fucking years.
“Griffin, please,” she pleads, throwing her head back against my chest, rolling her hips until she is fucking my fingers as hard as they are fucking her.
“Please what, Rora? Please let you come? Please let you strangle my fingers with your sweet cunt until you are dripping all over them?” My questions are grunted against her throat, rolling my hips against her, rutting my hard cock against her ass in the most delicious manner, that I have to stop myself from coming in my fucking shorts.
“Yes. Fuck, Yes, Please. Yes.” Her moans echo round the studio, and I have no doubt that anyone in neighboring rooms knows exactly what’s going on in here.
Hell, the curtains are fucking open, anyone can walk by and see what I’m doing to her, but I don’t give a fuck, not when her body starts to tremble against my own.
“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck my hand like the needy little slut you are,” I praise, feeling her pussy spasm against me at my words.
Mmm, my girl likes to be praised and degraded.
No wonder Everest likes playing with her so much.
“I heard how you screamed for your brother, how you begged him to keep fucking you,” I grunt into her ear, slamming my fingers in and out of her with a wet slap.
“Fuck, you should have seen how my cock was weeping while listening to you. You have no idea how much I wanted to barge in there and take my turn, but I waited, I let him have it. I’ve been so fucking patient for you, baby, but now I’m done waiting.
I’ve been a good boy and now it’s time I got my reward. ”
She’s so close now, I can feel her cunt tightening around my fingers, strangling them so fucking sweetly as she curses my name over and over again.
“Fucking give it to me, Aurora, come for me, now.” My demand sends her over the edge, a pleasured scream tearing from her throat as she rocks and shudders against me.
I feel the gush of her release against my hand, her clit throbbing against my palm, and fuck I want more.
Her pussy is still convulsing against my hand, as I turn us toward the table and bend her over it.
One hand swipes at all the stuff atop of it, sending it flying to the floor, while the other never relents on its rough and quick pace, as I wring the orgasm out of her completely.
“I bet this pussy tastes as sweet as it feels,” I grunt against her ear, slowing the movement of my fingers, still gently brushing her clit and making her jerk and spasm against me.
“That night in the alley, that day in the library, fuck you have no idea how much I wanted to sink to my goddamn knees and fucking worship you.” I rip my fingers from her cunt, fisting her hips and positioning her against the table.
“Don’t fucking move.” I hiss at her, not caring about the water and paint now spilling onto her skin from where I pushed it away.
Gripping her by the hair, I turn her head, laying her cheek against the table so she is watching me. Only then do I sink my fingers between her lips, the ones covered in her cum. “Taste the mess you made of my hand, Aurora, I think you better clean it up.”
Her mouth instantly closes around my fingers, sucking them roughly and desperately with her eyes on mine, and I bite back the groan that rumbles up the back of my throat.
Such a good fucking girl.
“Fuck, Rora, I always knew you’d be so fucking sweet for us.”
Her eyes flash with excitement, and I know what did it.
I said us. Not me. Us .
Because Monroe can be a selfish prick all he wants, but I know this is all ending only one way, and that’s with Aurora Gray as ours.
When I pull my fingers from her mouth, I give her one more warning. “Stay right there, sweetheart.”
Then I drop to my knees behind her, rip off her underwear and bury my face between her cheeks, feasting on her slick and swollen cunt.
Fuck. The taste of her makes me fucking dizzy, so sweet and fucking addictive, that I’m not surprised my dick of a best friend is trying to steal her for himself.
I lap at her furiously, licking and sucking every inch of her pussy, before spreading her ass cheeks and spearing my tongue inside her cunt, fucking her with it roughly.
“Oh my fucking god,” she chokes out, knocking something else of the table, as water and paint drip down her legs, but it doesn’t stop me.
Not when my tongue fucks her hole, and not when my hand slaps her ass cheek roughly in warning. “Not God, sweetheart, Griffin.” I circle her hole, before lavishing her clit with attention and feeling it pulse on my tongue. “Scream it nice and fucking loud for me.”
I alternate between fucking her cunt and swirling her clit with my tongue, while my hands massage the sting of the slap I just landed on her ass.
I tease her back hole with the tips of my fingers, exploring, testing.
Has Everest fucked her here yet? The thought lights me up, especially when I let my middle finger push inside ever so slightly, and she lets out a pained gasp.
“Fuck. Griffin. Fuck.” Her cries bounce off the walls, and all I can think about is how loud she'd scream if two of us were lavishing attention on her. Or even three. Fuck. The thought has me leaking beneath my shorts.
“I need another one, Roro, I’m not sliding into this sweet cunt until you’re fucking dripping for me.” I need to fuck, I need to fuck her more than I need fucking air to breathe, and I don’t care if the whole fucking campus hears her screams of pleasure.
Her hips start to grind against my willing tongue, searching for the high I just gave her, and I groan against her. Nuzzling between her thighs and dragging my tongue and fingers up and down her slit, until she is trembling against the table.
“That’s it, sweet girl, fucking give it to me.” I push a finger inside her cunt, pressing my thumb against her back hole, as my tongue continues its assault and she fucking cries out my name.
“Griffin!” The one word is choked out as another orgasm rips through her, drenching my tongue and fingers until they are both beautifully slick.
Pushing back to my feet roughly, I shove down my shorts and drag my bricked-up length up and down her silky slit, groaning at how fucking wet she is, as her body still shakes.
“You on the pill?” I ask, my tip dangerously close to heaven, and her answering nod brings me relief like no other. “Good.” I slam inside her in one thrust, relishing in the way my name is once again ripped from her throat, but almost dying in the process.
She’s so fucking wet and tight that I already feel like I’m going to explode, but it doesn’t stop me, nothing could, not when I am finally feeling the wet heat of her wrapped around me.
My cock leaks inside of her, and I draw all the way back to the tip, before slamming back in again, only this time I don’t stop.
I fuck her again and again, my thrusts so hard and rough that they rattle the table beneath us, but still it’s not enough.
“Fuck, Rora, you drive me fucking crazy.” My words are groaned in time with my thrusts, rolling my hips so I can feel every inch sink in and out of her with ease, and fuck does she take me well.
“More, Griffin, please.” Her pleading cries are so fucking beautiful and she’s right, I need more too.
Pulling out, I grab her, flipping her over, my hands biting into her hips as I shove her back onto the table, spreading her thighs for me. Paint splays out beneath her, matting in her hair and staining her skin, and she has never looked more fucking perfect.
Lining my cock back up, I sink in slowly this time, savoring how tight she is, and she sucks me in deep, as I grip one of her legs and toss it up over my shoulder.
The other gets flung around my waist as I slowly roll my hips back and forth, taking my sweet time in letting every inch of my cock get acquainted with her pussy.
“You feel fucking incredible, Ro, just like I knew you would.” I gasp the words out, angling myself deeper, until I feel the moment I stroke along that sweet spot inside of her.
Her hands fly to my stomach, gripping and clawing at the fabric of my shirt, and I waste no time in reaching over the back of my head and taking it off. Anyone who walks past now will see exactly how good I am fucking my girl for the first time, consequences be damned.
Everest himself could show up and I still wouldn’t fucking stop.
Soft and insistent fingers splay across my stomach muscles, making them flex and ripple as I snap my hips harder and faster. She starts meeting me thrust for thrust, chasing the pleasure and moaning out my name like she did my best friend’s.
“Good girl. Just. Like. That.” Each word is delivered with a hard snap of my hips, as I reach down and cup the back of her head, pulling her toward me and kissing her roughly.
It’s nothing like the kiss in the alley, or the library, no this one is rough and dirty, and filled with the need to come.
It’s hot, the way her tongue slips into my mouth in time with my thrusts.
She’s fucking my mouth, as I fuck her, and fuck when she rolls her hips against me, I damn near lose my mind.
There are no words to describe how good she feels, as she rocks herself forward, rubbing her clit against my pelvis and gasping my name against my lips.
“That’s it, use me sweetheart, make this sweet pussy strangle my cock so fucking good,” I praise, only making her moan louder and move faster.
The pace is maddening, just feeling her wrapped around me in every sense of the word is a goddamn dream, and I’m so close to exploding that I can fucking taste it.
My name becomes a mantra as she chants it over and over, her body vibrating in my arms, as I rut into her roughly and she accepts it with ease.
“Griffin, I’m going to come,” she cries, clawing at my chest, neck, and shoulders, scoring my skin with her nails and leaving her mark, and staining me with paint.
It’s what has me dipping down and sinking my teeth into her throat, pulling at the skin until I know it will bruise and bleed, and then lapping at it lazily as I pant and grunt against her neck. “Fucking give it to me, Ro, milk my cock like a good little slut.”
My words tip her over the edge.
She explodes around me, strangling my dick within an inch of its life, as she comes with a guttural scream.
Two more pumps and I follow her over, filling her with hot jets of cum, as she quivers around me, still calling out my name.
My head stays tucked into her neck, my heart racing, as I struggle to catch my breath.
“Fuck sweetheart, you make me fucking crazy.”