Chapter 3 #2
“Fuck … Joss,” he breathed. “I was joking about the rocket in my pocket, but damn, not anymore. Let’s skip out on school. I can think of way better things for us to do today than sit through boring classes.”
In case I missed his message, he palmed my ass and squeezed appreciatively.
“Fuck yeah, let’s skip,” I said without hesitation.
His eyes were matching embers alight with passion as he stared at my swollen lips. “All right, then. This sucky day just got loads better.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. I’m really sorry about your mom.”
“Thanks. Good of you to remember.”
“What she pulled was total shit.”
Griffin sighed so that his shoulders rose and fell. I didn’t think it was an act.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
I groaned loudly.
“What?”
“We can’t skip today.”
“Why the hell not? We skip all the time. And we’ve got a really good fucking reason to skip today.” He rolled his hips against mine again, running his hands up and down my back, playing with one of the several thin braids I wore today.
“The others will wanna see you.” I couldn’t be that selfish. I couldn’t keep Griffin from them when the last sight they had of him was Brady, desperate to save him, accidentally snapping off his charred arm.
“They also remember today’s the anniversary of Mitzi abandoning you guys,” I said. “They’ll want to be there for you too.”
“I know,” Griffin said, but his stare had settled on my boobs. “Still, maybe they could be there for me later …”
He dipped his head, dragged the tip of his tongue along the swell of one breast, then the other. The length of my spine shuddered, and I suddenly couldn’t remember a single good reason why we had to go to school. School could suck it. The others would be down to play hooky.
Noticing my reaction, without warning and in one swift move, he tugged down the neckline of my shirt and the cups of my bra until they hooked beneath my breasts—completely naked and exposed.
I gasped.
The crisp chill hardened my nipples in an instant. Griffin licked his lips like he was about to gorge.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rumbled, and my core clenched.
Griff slowly circled one nipple with his tongue, then the other.
“OhmyfuckingGod,” I breathed as sensation rocketed from my tits to my core, getting hotter with every passing second.
When he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked, my mind went blank and I started grinding across his lap.
“You drive me fucking crazy, woman,” he murmured, then sucked my other nipple into that hot, scorching mouth of his.
My vision went hazy. All I could feel was him.
All I wanted was so much more of him.
I didn’t even care right then that we’d skipped over the baby steps of courtship. Bypassed the tender, timid kisses, the lingering, hopeful looks, the precious snuggles, and gone straight for the gold.
The gold, that’s what I wanted right now. I would be pissed at our parents for robbing us of the early stages of our relationship later.
“Griff,” I whispered, his name part prayer of gratitude, part automatic reaction, part caution.
He was squeezing my tits and dragging his tongue back and forth across both of them. I hazily wondered if it was possible to black out from pleasure.
“Griff,” I tried again.
“Hmm?” he asked without ceasing his ministrations. His cock was like steel beneath me.
“We … can’t do this … right now.”
“Why not?” He lapped his tongue up and down one nipple.
“Fu-uu … I dunno.”
Huskily, he chuckled, and it was the sexiest sound in history.
“I know what you like,” he said, and that comment made its way through the fog that consumed me.
How did he know what I liked? Revealing that I loved having my tits sucked and licked wasn’t exactly the kind of info shared between platonic friends, not even ones as close as we all were. Sure, Layla might try to get us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires, but we didn’t go for it.
Which meant either Griffin and I had gotten hot and heavy during other reboots I had no memory of—in which case, fuck the not-parents superhard for robbing me of that—or Griffin was going off info from a recent hypnosis I hadn’t received, which seemed likely, given that he genuinely seemed saddened by “Mitzi’s” abandonment.
“Griff, stop.”
Instantly, he released a nipple with a pop and looked at me, waiting.
“I … shit, just know I only want you to stop doing that right now for this one limited exception. Otherwise, don’t ever stop, please, never ever.”
The confusion slipped away, and the sparkling embers were back in his eyes. He gave me a sexy-as-fuck smile that lifted only one side of his mouth.
“Why stop now, then?”
“Well, for one …” I blinked away more of my daze. I was drunk on Griffin Conway. I blinked some more, tried again. “For one, we’re parked in my parents’ driveway.”
“Not ideal, I’ll give ya that.”
“And two, the others will be waiting for us.”
At hearing my voice inside his head, Griffin’s eyes startled wide, and he jumped enough for me to bounce across his lap and smack my head on Clyde’s ceiling.
“Oh shit! Are you okay?” he asked immediately, his eyes losing their shock and filling with concern for me.
I rubbed at my head. “I’m fine.”
He was back to breathing heavily, now for an entirely different reason.
Slowly, he shook his head.
His stare shot to my naked boobs.
I shrugged. I let him see how my eyes softened.
Eyes still glazed with surprise, I could tell he didn’t know what to think or do.
His throat bobbed but he nodded.
“We’d better go or we’re gonna be late for first period,” I said aloud, certain I couldn’t possibly care less about our pretend school.
“Okay,” he croaked.
His hands were still wrapped around my breasts. My nipples hadn’t gotten the memo that we had to play a part we had no interest in playing and continued to strain to reach his mouth.
With a mischievous smile, I ground along his hard-on for a few too-quick moments.
“You can’t do that and expect me to go anywhere but inside you,” Griff growled, all shock absent from his eyes, which were back to burning for me.
I groaned without meaning to. I ground along his dick again, and this time deposited a heavy boob in his mouth. Instantly he sucked on it.
My head fell back, my spine arched. I wanted to live in this moment for eternity.
Like a proper gentleman, he gave my other boob equal attention before asking me, “Which is it, baby? Tits or school? Making love or classes?”
“God, when you put it that way, is there even a question?”
“No. There isn’t.” He lowered his tongue to my breasts again, trailing his hands along my thighs.
“Fuck my life,” I grunted angrily. “We gotta get to school. But know that this is, like, the hardest fucking decision of my life.”
He pumped his erection up against me. “Hardest, no doubt about that.”
Cursing a furious string of expletives the entire time, I tucked away my tits—he groaned like it was one of the greatest losses of his life—and lifted off his lap.
I slammed onto the passenger seat with a smack, as if it were its fault our parents and Magnum were the biggest dickwads in the entire universe.
I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to smooth over my pout, and grumbled sullenly: “Drive.”
Griffin stared at me for several beats before adjusting himself. His dick bulged against his zipper, the straining fit looking painful.
I was staring at the hard dick I was missing out on when he growled out: “Fine. But be forewarned, I might just set the whole place on fire for making me miss out on you.”
“You and me both, buddy. I’m in a burn-it-all-down mood.”
Fuck, was I ever.