Chapter 31
Griffin
Ican barely focus on the drive back to my house, but I’m intensely aware of three things–first, as much as I want to fucking floor it, getting pulled over would slow me down a hell of a lot more than just going the speed limit. Also I might deck the cop, and that would really set me back.
Second, my hand was made to grip the thigh of the girl in my passenger seat. I’ve never felt anything softer than her skin, or anything that feels more like home than her hand resting on top of mine.
Third, Eleanor loves me.
Oh shit, I didn’t say it back.
Glancing sideways, I catch her biting her lip, cheeks still flushed, chest rising and falling with the breath she hasn’t quite caught yet–which I know for a fact, because my breathing is just as off kilter as hers.
Pulling my eyes away from her and back to the road takes every bit of effort I have in me, but I’ve got to get this girl home. My girl.
The thought has me grinning like a damn fool, and when I feel her gaze on me, I look over again quickly and see my smile mirrored on her face. She reaches up, running her fingers through my hair, then settling her hand on my face, stroking my cheek with her thumb.
That innocent touch coupled with the memory of that kiss by the lake has my dick straining in my pants. I had sex with Katie a few times, and it was fine I guess–but Goddamn, every cell in my body is lit up right now, and all it took was Eleanor touching my face.
By some miracle, I manage to get my truck into my driveway and park it without losing my mind.
She doesn’t give me time to be a gentleman and open her door before she’s unbuckled and out of her seat, jumping out like she’s worried it might grow arms and trap her there.
When I get to her side, she wastes no time, fisting the front of my shirt and yanking me forward, slamming her mouth onto mine again.
I didn’t think it was possible, but the way she’s just as eager for me as I am for her makes me even harder.
We slam through the front door, not breaking the kiss even for a second.
Her fingers tug at the hem of my shirt and I rip it over my head, tossing it clear across the room.
She pulls back, eyes following her hands as they roam across my shoulders and chest, then down my abs and to the waistband of my jeans.
Looking back up at me, eyes on fire, she hooks her forefingers in my belt loops and pulls me back close to her.
Spinning us around, I press her back against the front door, grinding my hips into hers, my hands holding her waist with a bruising grip. She makes the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard, and I can’t help but lean back to look at her in awe.
Her lips are red and swollen, blue irises reduced to a thin band around her wide pupils. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
“Basement or bedroom?” I ask hoarsely, my voice barely recognizable.
Breath hitching, she lets out a barely audible whisper.
“Basement.”
She grabs my hand, half-dragging me wordlessly down the stairs. At the bottom, she turns to face me, her self-assurance faltering for the first time.
I instantly close the gap between us, taking her chin between my forefinger and thumb, tilting her head back and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. It somehow drives me crazier than the fierce kissing from upstairs.
I take my mouth off of hers, brushing my lips against her forehead before folding her into my arms, her head buried in my chest.
“I love you too, Eleanor,” I murmur, chin resting on the top of her head. “More than you could possibly know.”
Stepping out of my grasp, she runs her hands down my arms, grabbing mine as she walks backwards deeper into the room.
I expect her to take us to the couch, but she catches me off guard when she puts both of her hands on my chest, shoving me backwards into the armchair.
If I thought I’d never see this chair without thinking of her before, it’s set in stone now as I watch her straddle me, sinking slowly into my lap with her knees gripping either side of my thighs.
“This is feeling a little unfair, darlin’,” I say, gesturing to my shirtless chest. Playing with the lacy hem of her tank top, I growl, “Shirt off, now.” I begin to lift it up, but she swats my hand away and slowly peels it over her head, letting it drop to the floor beside the chair.
My eyes unapologetically rake down her body as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra.
I swallow hard when she lets it fall away, revealing the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.
Not that I’ve seen a ton of them, but there’s no doubt in my mind that there’s not a pair in the world that could compare to the ones in front of me right now.
Now it’s my turn to explore her body with my hands, and I take my damn time doing it.
I ghost my fingers across her collarbone and down her arms, reveling in the way she shivers under my touch.
I slide them back up her sides until they rest on her ribcage, fingers gently stroking the delicate skin just below her breasts.
I hear her sharp intake of breath when I finally cup them in my hands, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks of her nipples.
I move my hands to her hips, but she grabs them and puts them back on her chest, guiding me to knead her tits as she starts moving against me. Settling into a slow, deliberate rhythm, both of us panting heavier and louder as she grinds against the length of my cock through my pants.
Her arms grip my shoulders as she leans down to kiss me, and I do grab her hips this time, bucking mine up to meet her with every pass. As she moans into my mouth, I begin whispering in her ear– “that’s it, baby,” “God you feel good,” “don’t stop.”
If we keep at it like this, I’m gonna come in pants at record speed.
Suddenly overwhelmed with the need to feel her underneath me, I stand abruptly from the chair, hands gripping her thighs as she wraps her legs around me as I walk us over to the couch.
Laying her down gently, I crawl between her legs, hands on either side of her head as I kiss her face, her neck, her collarbones, anywhere I can reach her with my mouth.
When she starts trembling beneath me, I carefully tuck her hair behind her ear, moving my hand to grip the back of her neck, grounding her here in this moment.
She arches into me, her perfect breasts pressing against my chest, and I let out a guttural moan as I claim her mouth again. I caress my free hand down her body, pausing to palm her breast, swiping my thumb over her nipple again before sliding my fingers down into the waistband of her shorts.
“Fuck,” I breathe out harshly when I feel how wet she is through her cotton panties.
“Fuck,” I repeat, dragging my finger slowly up her slit through the fabric. “I’ve never felt anything so perfect, Eleanor. You’re perfect.”
“Please, Griffin,” she whimpers. “Please touch me. I need more.”
Don’t have to tell me twice.
Moving her panties to the side, I swipe through her arousal, coating my fingers before slowly dipping one inside.
“God, Griffin, that feels amazing,” she moans, eyes fluttering shut as she swirls her hips, trying to find more friction. When I add a second finger, she moans even louder, hands flying up to grip my shoulders as I begin to slowly work them in and out of her.
Her cries pitch upward as I begin to circle her clit with my thumb, working my fingers faster as her back arches more, inner walls beginning to flutter around me.
“Are you gonna come, darlin’?” I ask in a low voice. “Let go, I wanna hear what my name sounds like on your lips when you do.”
My words send her over the edge, her pussy clamping down on me as she moans my name, riding my hand shamelessly as I work her through every last wave of her orgasm.
When she comes down, I slowly slide out of her. Holding her gaze, I suck my fingers into my mouth, licking every bit of her off before kissing her deeply.
I need her now.
“Wait,” she says suddenly, hands stilling mine where they were moving to unbutton my pants. “Can we pause?”
Kissing her face gently, I whisper in her ear, “Of course we can, darlin’. You tell me what you need and it’s yours.”
I lean back, giving her space as she props herself up on her elbows.
“It’s just,” she says, biting her lip nervously. “I haven’t really, you know, done…this.”
I immediately shift off of her so that I’m sitting on the couch, pulling her into my lap, stroking her hair as she hides her face in the crook of my shoulder.
“Things never went this far with Bennett, and I didn’t want them to. But I want to go there with you, I really do,” she says, voice muffled. “Maybe just not today.”
She looks up at me, a fear in her eyes that makes me think Bennett might have pressured her, and I immediately begin plotting how I can kick his ass and get away with it.
“I’m sorry,” she continues, “I know it’s not fair to be that girl that gets off and then leaves you hanging, but I just need to slow down. Is that okay?”
I grip her tightly, trying to assure her that of course it’s okay.
“Don’t you ever be sorry, Eleanor,” I say fiercely, “I’m not keeping score here–anything we do is going to be perfect, every time.
How could it not be when it’s with you?” With a soft kiss to her temple, I cradle her face, desperately hoping my eyes show just how gone I am for her.
“You’re perfect. We’ll take this at your pace.
I’d wait a thousand lifetimes for you, I’m not going anywhere. ”
With a relieved sigh, she settles back into me, absentmindedly stroking my chest. We stay like this for what feels like an eternity, yet not nearly long enough at the same time, holding each other in comfortable silence. When I hear her stomach grumble, I let out a chuckle.
“Do you want me to order some food, darlin’?”
“Oh my God, that would be amazing,” she moans. I set her gently beside me on the couch, grabbing her shirt off the floor and handing it to her. When she pulls it over her head, smoothing the front back into place, I jut my lower lip out, pouting playfully.
“How am I ever supposed to be content seeing you fully clothed now that I know what’s underneath?”
Rolling her eyes, she shoves my shoulder lightheartedly. “You’ll manage,” she says, a mixture of sarcasm and faux sympathy in her voice. “Can you please get me pizza before I Hulk out?”
With another kiss to her temple, I pull out my phone to place an order, pulling her feet into my lap when she stretches out the length of the couch.
I’m never going to get enough of her.
Gently rubbing my thumb over her ankle, my eyes don’t leave her face as I place the order, my heart near bursting at the happiness radiating off of her.
How the hell did I get so lucky? Never in a million years did I dream that someone so wonderful existed, and that somehow that someone would choose to love me, out of all the people in this world.
As the employee repeats my order back to me, I silently mouth I love you at Eleanor. Beaming, she mouths it back, and if the world ended right now, I’d die the happiest man to ever have walked this earth.