16. Layken
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LAYKEN
W e walk back into the bar slightly more flushed than when we left, much to the amusement of our friends, and hang out for about an hour. In that time, Griffin has been driving me absolutely batshit crazy with his slight touches.
I’ll call them passive possessive.
Each pass of his fingers against my skin lights my insides on fire more than he realizes.
It’s the brush of his thumb over my bare shoulder when he stands behind me at the bar. Or the feathering of his fingers along the side of my abdomen that nobody can see because I’m seated at the end of the row. It’s the way he plays with my hair, the relaxing feel of him combing his hand through it but feeling claimed when he gives it a playful tug when nobody’s watching.
It’s a damn good thing I’m drinking and can blame my reddening cheeks on the alcohol because every time he touches me I want to turn around and beg him for more. Finally, around eleven-thirty, we say goodnight to our friends and head up to our room, his hand protectively wrapped around mine. He presses the key against the sensor and pushes the door open for me and then follows me inside.
I step over to the balcony doors, catching a glimpse of the snow-covered mountains glistening in the moonlight. With nobody on the slopes this late at night, it’s a serene picture.
Griffin steps up behind me, his chest to my back, and wraps an arm around me, his palm sliding over my bare abdomen.
A crop sweater was the perfect choice tonight.
The warmth of his touch, the way he holds me with such tenderness but also a confident claim, it says all the things he doesn’t say out loud.
He leans down and places three lazy kisses against my bare shoulder. “You couldn’t have looked sexier in this outfit tonight if you tried, Naughty.”
“No?” I ask, allowing my head to fall back against his chest.
“Hmm mmm.” He kisses up my neck. “You were stunning and I wanted you all to myself.”
“I know you did.” I smile, watching him in the reflection of the window. “You couldn’t stop touching me the whole time.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
I shake my head. “Not even a little bit.”
He buries his face in my neck and inhales. “You smell so fucking good too. I can’t stay away from you anymore. I don’t want to stop touching you. I don’t think I could if I tried.”
“Well unless you’re going to touch me while I pee and brush my teeth, you’re going to have to, but…” I take his hand resting on my stomach and guide it up to my breast. The softness of his touch over the satiny fabric of my bra has my eyes rolling back in my head.
The sound that emanates from deep inside him is a menacing growl. “Fuck, Layken. What are you doing to me?”
“I’m not saying no, Griffin. Every time I’m near you I wish you would reach out and touch me. Claim me. Make me yours.”
“So, my naughty girl wants to play.”
“I do…so much.”
I arch my back, pressing myself into his hold while simultaneously feeling how hard he is behind me. He chuckles when I wiggle my ass against him and pinches my nipple in response. My jaw drops and I’m the one gasping this time.
“Oh, my God.”
“I’m no God, Mrs. Ollenberg,” he whispers in my ear, his hand kneading my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. “But I am your husband and I have every intention of satisfying my wife before she sleeps tonight if that’s what she desires. More than once if I have my way.”
He pulls his hand slowly from underneath my sweater and then spanks my ass playfully.
“Do you want the bathroom first?”
“Yes please.”
I slip inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, and take care of business and wash my hands. I grab my toothbrush from my toiletry bag, forgetting that I squeezed the last of my toothpaste from my tube this morning, so I open the door to see if I can use Griffin’s.
He smirks. “Of course. It’s in my bag on the shelf.”
“Thanks.”
I pull down his black toiletry bag and unzip it, gasping at what’s inside. Next to his tube of toothpaste and bottle of cologne is the very same rainbow-colored suction-cupped vibrating dildo from my shower at home.
No. He. Didn’t.
Forgetting all about the toothpaste, I pull the toy from his bag and hold it up as I step out of the bathroom. The look on Griffin’s face tells me he’s been waiting for this moment probably since we got here yesterday.
“What is this?” I ask him, trying very hard not to grin.
He pops a brow and licks his lips before he says, “I think you know damn well what that is.”
“Allow me to rephrase, Mr. Ollenberg. Why do you have this in your toiletry bag?”
“Because Mrs. Ollenberg…” He stands from where he was seated on the edge of the bed and stalks over to me. His hand pushing back my hair as he speaks. “I haven’t been able to get the vision of you using that thing to pleasure yourself out of my head since the night you sent me into your bathroom looking for nail polish remover.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.” His panty-melting smile is doing just that…melting my panties. For fuck’s sake I’m soaked for him already. “You knew damn well what you were doing that night.”
“Did I?” I ask coyly.
“Mmhmm. So, I made damn sure to slip it into my bag when you were done packing just in case the opportunity were to present itself while we’re on the road.”
Narrowing my eyes, I gaze at his gorgeous face. “So, you’re admitting you stole my dildo.”
“Damn right I did. And I don’t even feel bad about it,” he murmurs with a shit-eating grin. “Now tell me what’s so great about this toy that it sits like a trophy in your shower.”
Lifting my chin, I give him the answer that I know will challenge him. “Well, you see, husband, Mr. Rainbow never goes soft,” I explain, giving him a sympathetic smile. “He’s ready for me anytime I want him.”
He swallows, biting back his smile, but I don’t miss the humor in his eyes. “Is that a slight on me? A reference to our wedding night?”
I shrug my shoulder playfully. “If the dildo fits…”
He takes my free hand and places it right over his crotch.
Holy mother of fucks…the size of him.
There’s no way he wouldn’t feel amazing inside me.
Stretching me.
Filling me.
Glancing up at Griffin, I watch his pupils dilate right in front of me. He inhales sharply when I give his bulge a squeeze and then with all the confidence in the world, he says, “You won’t be needing Mr. Rainbow tonight, Naughty. If a deep soul-shattering fuck is what you need, I’m right here. Use me.”
Holy Jesus.
Yes please.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Pinning him with a fiery gaze, I chuck Mr. Rainbow onto the bed where I can find it to put away later, and then I lift my sweater off and toss it to the floor. I rise up on my tiptoes to kiss him but he pins my arms to my sides and spins me around until the backs of my legs are hitting the mattress.
“I have one condition,” he tells me.
I let out a light chuckle and arch my brows. “So let me get this clear. You’ve been touching me all night, you’ve kissed my shoulder and my neck as well as whatever that assault was downstairs in the hallway, you touched my breasts just moments ago and I’ve already thrown some of my clothes off for you and now you have conditions?”
“Just one.” He nods, the heat in his eyes telling me he wants me as much as I want him.
Raising my chin, I lock eyes with my husband, frustrated that this might not work out to my liking. “Do tell Mr. Ollenberg.”
He swallows and his eyes drop, raking over my body as he speaks. “I don’t fuck around, Layken. Not this time.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’ve fucked around with women before. That’s no secret.” He shakes his head. “But I didn’t care about them the way I care about you. I’m not fucking around with you,” he says with the utmost sincerity. “I’m done playing make believe.” He breathes. “I can’t pretend that I’m not scarily attracted to you because I am. I fucking am.”
If ever there were words that could turn me on it’s all of his words.
His fingers slide along the waist band of my leggings. “There’s nothing about you I’m not crazy about and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my whole goddamn life.” He swallows again. “But if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. It’s okay.” He dips his hand below my pants, his fingers trailing through my now soaking wet center.
Jesus, fuck!
Yessss.
I gasp and tip my head back as he continues to whisper in my ear. “I’ll pleasure you and this sexy little body anytime, anywhere, and I’ll do it happily over…” He circles my clit. “And over again…” He circles again, my knees going weak. “As long as we both shall live.”
“Griffin…” His name is a heated plea for more.
Please, God, so much more.
“But if you want my cock, if you want the soul-shattering fuck I’m offering you…” He plunges one finger inside me and then another, swirling them slowly as he hitches my leg against him. “Then you’re mine. And I am yours. There will be nobody else because I don’t share what’s mine, Layken.” He brings his face closer to mine, our lips merely centimeters apart, and then pulls his hand from my pants rubbing my arousal across his lips. His tongue swipes across them as he tastes me, his eyes closing in pleasured enjoyment. And then they open again and he’s staring at me as he repeats himself. “I. Don’t. Share. What’s. Mine.”
Holy.
Fucking.
Balls.
The mere sound of his raspy baritone voice coupled with the knowledge that he wants me and only me sends a wildfire of lust through my body.
He wants me.
And I want him.
I don’t know how this is my life but I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.
Keeping his eyes locked with mine, I bring my hands to the zipper of his jeans and make quick work of tugging them down along with his black boxer briefs, freeing his cock.
His very large, very excited cock.
Mr. Rainbow, who?
“Lake, what are you?—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before I’m on my knees sheathing the head of his cock with my mouth.
“Fuck.” His chest rumbles when he groans. Watching me, his hand pushes through my hair to hold it back for me while giving himself the view he desires. I slide my lips down his length, rolling his balls in my hand, and swirl my tongue around his shaft, my eyes peeking up to find his. “Jesus, Naughty. You are a sight for sore eyes with my cock in your mouth like this.”
I tighten my lips around him, pulling back and then sucking him back in, taking in his length until he hits the back of my throat. And then I do it all again.
“Fucking hell. Just like that,” he says, encouraging me as I pleasure him.
I pick up my pace just a bit, driving him crazy as he wraps my hair around his hand and tugging it just enough to let me know he wants to take control.
And I’ll let him.
Because when all is said and done, Griffin Ollenberg is mine.
To have and to hold.
From this day forth.
“Mother fucking hell…” Griffin breathes. “If fucking your tight cunt is anything like fucking this sweet mouth…”
The sound that comes out of me at his words is part whimper, part moan. What I wouldn’t give to have this cock between my legs right now. Every lick, every suck, every pulse of his cock inside my mouth is soaking me. I’m dying for relief of my own but this cock is mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t claim his every drop to show him that.
I grab the base of his cock, squeezing it in my grasp and then quicken my pace, my lips working over his shaft faster, and with more pressure.
“Shit, Layken.” The sound of my actual name in the throes of passion brings a smile to my face. “You’re going to make me come, babe.” I slide a hand behind him, palming his ass cheek and pulling him into me, begging for the feel of the thrust.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, Naughty?”
“Mmmm,” I moan, my eyes meeting his, and grin. “Yes please!”
He tugs my hair back, lifting my head a few inches, and then thrusts his hips forward, pushing his hardened length to the back of my throat as I open wide for him.
“Fuck, Layken,” he growls. “I’m coming down that sweet throat and you’re going to swallow like a good fucking girl.”
I can’t respond with words, but I refuse to let up. My cheeks hollow as he thrusts himself between my lips at a frenzied pace until his balls tighten, his cock stiffens, and he explodes inside me, his cum filling my mouth.
“Ah, fuck. Shit.”
I swallow every last drop because he’s right, I am a good fucking girl, and then I gaze up at him and say the only word I need to say with his cock still in my hand. “Mine.”
He pulls me up and kisses me wildly, the taste of him all over my mouth. “Jesus Christ, Layken.” He shakes his head. “That was…you didn’t have to?—”
“I wanted to,” I interrupt him. Proud of myself I tell him, “And now that I’ve licked it, and sucked it, and swallowed it, it’s mine. For better or worse. Until death do us part.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Griffin so relieved and happy since I’ve known him. “Thank God.” Combing his hand through my hair, he lowers his head and captures my lips with his in a lazy but hungry kiss. He brings his hands behind my back and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then he’s lifting me and tossing me onto the bed.
I giggle as he stands at the foot of the mattress, stepping out of the pants I helped pull down, and glance down at his impressive cock happy to see it at the ready again so quickly.
A far cry from our wedding night.
“That’s right, Naughty,” he says, reaching over the bed and hooking his fingers into my leggings, yanking them off with one fell swoop. “When I said you wouldn’t need Mr. Rainbow tonight, I meant it.”
“Glad to hear it,” I tell him. “Because I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
I worry momentarily about the stitches in his wrist and am about to offer to be on top, but he answers my internal questions when he flips me over with ease and then spanks me before pulling my legs toward the edge of the bed.
“It would be my pleasure. On your knees, Naughty.”