Chapter Five
EMMA
“You doing alright?” Griffin asks as we walk the short gravel path to the driveway.
“Better now…” That I’m with you.
My dad was wrecked when I got home, but Griffin’s holding whatever booze he’s had well. His demeanor hasn’t shifted from this afternoon until now.
I can’t waste this one opportunity we have together.
“So, this guy at Legends, do you think he’s going to be trouble?” Griffin leans against the hood of his Mustang, crossing his arms over his chest.
His question doesn’t take me by surprise, but it’s the last topic of discussion I want to get into while I have him alone. I want to stare into his dark blue gaze and lose myself in it for as long as I can.
Griffin’s eyes are darting over my body. I can’t tell if he’s gauging my reaction, or if he’s checking me out. When his eyes flick to my chest, he bites down. His chiseled jawline flexes with the motion, sharpening the hard lines of his face.
“He won’t be a problem. I think Dad’s right,” I say. “But, I don’t really want to talk about that right now.”
Griffin raises a skeptical brow.
I inch myself closer to him, trailing my finger against the dark blue metal of his car.
My heart starts pounding in my chest with every step I take.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline pumping through me, but I can’t stop thinking about his body against mine.
I need a big, strong man to protect me. To care for me.
Griffin’s the only person who fits the bill.
“What do you want to talk about?”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, while my pulse batters unsteady blood through my veins. My breathing comes and goes in short bursts, and my finger trails from the car onto Griffin’s arm.
I’m pinned in place by his heavy gaze. My whole body seizes up, and I almost lose my nerve. Almost.
“I don’t want to talk.” I pull my hand away from him and use it to loosen the top-most button of my shirt. Then the next. Griffin observes me without saying a word. His eyes drift from mine, down to my chest. He swallows hard. Is that a good thing? Am I doing this right?
“What are you doing?” Griffin asks, in a husky whisper, but he doesn’t stop me. His arms are still pinned against his chest, as if he can’t turn away from my nearly bare body. I’ve hooked him.
“Emma, you shouldn’t be—”
I lift a finger in front of Griffin’s mouth to silence him.
He tilts his head and crooks his brow, but he doesn’t protest. My window of opportunity isn’t going to stay open forever, and I’m not going to let him ruin it.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Now’s a good time as any to see if my feelings are misconstrued. “How your eyes are on my ass when I turn around. The way you chew the inside of your cheek when I’m wearing something… provocative.”
“Provocative?” Griffin’s breath tickles my finger.
“Tight shirts, tube tops, anything that shows some skin.” A naughty smile dances across my face.
I step into Griffin, pressing my body against his. His leather jacket tickles my bare upper body.
“You’re a beautiful young woman, Emma, and I’m a weak man who can’t control himself,” Griffin’s voice stays level. He can’t control himself? Neither can I. “But we can’t do this.”
“Why not?” I prop myself up on tiptoes, leaning into Griffin’s ear. “No one will know.”
A noise escapes his lips, somewhere between a groan and a whimper. “Mark could come out at any second,” he breathes.
“You saw how he was,” I giggle. “He’s not getting out of bed until tomorrow morn… Afternoon.”
“Emma.”
Before Griffin can get far enough to turn me down again, I shut him up by pressing my lips against his.
At first it’s a peck, but then Griffin takes control.
For the first time since we got out here, Griffin breaks his locked arms apart and wraps one behind my head.
He grabs a handful of my hair and turns my gentle peck into a passionate tongue fucking.
A growling hum tears through his chest, while he drinks me in.
He wants this as badly as I do.
***
GRIFFIN
What am I doing?
Lusting after Emma is one thing, but diving into this is foolish.
I’m taking advantage of her state of turmoil.
And I can’t stop myself. I fought my urge to tear off her shirt while she unbuttoned it.
I fought my desire to touch her while she approached me.
But there’s no fight left in me, not while my tongue dances with hers.
“Is this really what you want?” I ask, using my grip on her hair to pull her head away.
Emma winces at the sensation, but when I release her, she gives me a sultry nod. Her top teeth dip into her lower lip again.
“I want this,” she says and touches my lip with her finger again. When she did it earlier, my cock nearly burst through the zipper of my pants. “I want this.” She glides her finger down my arm towards my hand. “But mostly, I want this.” With an open hand, she cups my throbbing erection.
I nearly collapse at her touch.
“Ah, fuck,” I grumble. To hell with the consequences.
I return my grip to behind Emma’s head and draw her in for another kiss. While our lips are locked, I spin her around and prop her up on the hood of my car. Her legs instinctively split, wrapping around my waist. I catch a brief flash of her pink lace panties before she pulls me in tightly.
I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember. I’ve pleasured myself to the fantasies, and now it’s happening. I’ve been in control for so long, and she’s taken it away from me.
I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to do so.
But she’s a virgin. I know she is from late-night drives and information gathering. I can’t take her innocence in the back of my Ford.
I can blow her mind in the meantime.
***
EMMA
Griffin’s hands trail around my stomach, hovering ever closer to my breasts but never reaching them.
He’s nervous, taking it slow, and it’s starting to piss me off.
I grab one hand and lift it to my bra. He cups my tits, and the same animalistic growling follows.
His touch is like an electric shock throughout my body.
A soft squeal breaks from my mouth into his.
Griffin breaks our kiss, trailing his lips down my cheek and towards my neck.
My breathing quickens with every action.
While his kiss dances toward my earlobe, one of Griffin’s hands sinks down my belly.
All these sensations are new, all these sensations are overwhelming, and I can’t contain the explosion happening inside me.
“Take off your bra,” Griffin says. I do as I’m instructed and toss it onto the windshield.
He draws back, licking his lips while he shamelessly inspects my bare chest. “Your tits drive me wild,” he murmurs.
I reach out to his erection, rubbing it through his jeans. I can feel how huge it is, even through the thick material. Fuck, he’s going to split me in half with this thing. Nervous and giddy is the best way to describe my state.
His fingers trace the soft skin between my thighs, but never quite reach my pussy.
He doesn’t want to rush to the destination.
He’s teasing me. My thighs flex involuntarily into his waist. Moans ripple through my mouth, and Griffin’s mouth twists into a grin against my neck.
His fingertips graze my lace panties, and with a single motion, he tugs them aside, exposing my wetness.
He takes a few steps back to inspect me again.
“Christ, your body is perfect. Big tits, shaven cunt…” Another growl, before he sinks to his knees. “I’d worship at your feet if they weren’t dangling in the air.”
He chuckles at his own joke, crawling along the ground towards me.
“What are yo—”
Griffin doesn’t let me finish my sentence before he buries his face between my legs. He licks the length of my slit, throwing his arms under my knees to hold them up. His tongue strikes my delicate nub, and my legs start to shake. It’s like he knew it was coming.
“You taste so fucking sweet.” His hot breath tickles my pussy. I can’t reply. I have no words in my mouth or thoughts in my head. There’s only the sheer ecstasy of Griffin’s generous pleasure.
He grunts while his tongue goes to work. From delicate to savage, his style shifts constantly. I drive my hands down to his head, pulling him tighter against me. He breaks his grip on one of my knees and moves his hand towards my sex.
“You’re so fucking wet. So fucking tight,” he’s speaking to himself now. Lost in his own pleasure.
His fingers glide over my slickness, and he presses one against my opening. I’ve touched myself before, but my fingers are thin and slender, Griffin’s are thick and rough. He works my clit with his mouth, preparing to penetrate me, and I can’t wait. I’ve lost myself to this moment.
There’s no going back now. I want all of him, to have all of me.
He slides inside of me slowly at first, but his thickness fills me up.
But, suddenly something’s wrong.
I’ve experienced this before. The sensation of Griffin penetrating me sends my mind into a strange spiral. I’m in a dimly-lit room. I’ve had this feeling before. My heart starts pounding in my chest, and I’m filled with pure panic.
In my mind’s eye, a vague shape looms over me. I can see it lingering. Short, rapid bursts of air fill my lungs, but not enough. I’m lightheaded, woozy, uncomfortable…
“Stop,” I try to scream, but the word comes out quietly and weak. However, Griffin doesn’t hesitate. He throws himself backward so fast he lands on his ass.
“I’m so sorry,” Griffin stares up at me with shocked eyes. “I shouldn’t have done this.”
“It’s not you,” I say.
But what is it?
“I’m just… there’s something…”
“You don’t have to explain it to me,” he says. “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have—”
“No,” I drop off the car and crumble on top of him. “You didn’t do anything.”
As soon as Griffin pulled away, the overwhelming feelings left me. I peck his lips. I can taste myself on him, and it drives me crazy. Almost enough to want to fire up our intense session again, but the moment’s gone.
“I should go,” Griffin says. “I’ve got to get out of here.”
He gets to his feet and moves quickly toward the driver’s door.
“Griffin, wait.” I follow him. I cup his cheeks in my hands. “You didn’t do anything, okay? I still want this. I still want you.”
I tell him. About the darkened room I don’t really remember. The figure hovering over me. A thick finger probing where it shouldn’t be.
“It’s your first time. Maybe it’s the nerves,” he says, forcing a chuckle from his lips. His reaction doesn’t mimic the hard look on his face. “I should get out of here before your dad wakes up.”
I nod, breaking away from him. “Drive safe, okay?”
“I always do.”
He gets in his car, starts the engine, and leaves.
Griffin’s peculiar reaction doesn’t sit right with me, either. He was angry and insistent about that dick at the bar, but when there’s an actual problem he wants to run away? I don’t buy it.
I let him go because I can see the shell he’s built around himself.
I’ll get to the bottom of this.