Chapter 18 An Unwitting Siren and an Unwitting Sailor Beholden to Its Power #2
“That’s it, baby,” Griffin encouraged, dipping a finger inside me, then dragging my wetness up to circle around my clit.
I moaned some more, my hips circling in an echo of his movement.
“Get nice and wet for me,” he said.
Couldn’t he tell I was plenty wet for him already?
“Then I’ll plow into that pretty cunt of yours and fill you up with my cum.” His words were hot as he growled them against the shell of my ear.
My core pulsed at the imagery they evoked. He rubbed my clit faster, harder. My breathing came faster and harder too.
“That’s it, baby,” he said against my ear. “Come for me. Come, hard as you can.”
He flicked my clit—hard—and my eyes popped open.
Not dreaming, then.
My blinds were closed. The faintest of moonlight struggled to stream through. It was too dark to make out much of Griffin beyond his silhouette. But I knew the feel of his body intimately. Every hard plane and provocative bulge, every one of his gestures and movements.
His usual scent.
He flicked my clit again—harder this time.
I gasped.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I wasn’t sure I did. It kind of hurt.
But his fingers were back to rubbing. Pressing harder, harder, faster, faster.
“Come for me now,” he commanded, and fuck me if I didn’t obey.
My eyes clenched shut to a flash of light as a wave of nearly painful pleasure raced through me, fast as flames, singeing every part of me.
Still clouded with sleep and whatever had occurred in my dreams, and hazy from the force of my orgasm, I wasn’t prepared for Griffin climbing over my body and shoving his dick in my face.
“Suck my cock,” he demanded. “Then I’ll rail your pussy till you milk my dick. I’m leaving a full load inside you.”
My body, soft as melted butter, stiffened. I blinked at the hard-on inches from my mouth.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked.
He brought the tip of his dick to my bottom lip, using it to drag my lip out.
“The fuck, Griff?” I said, muffled around the penis in the way of easy speech. “Why are you being so aggressive? You know I’m into it. Into you.”
Griffin’s demeanor changed abruptly. He seemed to smile, though I couldn’t see the gesture behind the dick still at attention and all up in my business.
Finally, he pulled back, lowered himself back under the covers with me.
“Sorry, baby. I just want your pretty cunt so bad. You’re so fucking hot.”
His lips smeared along my arm while he lifted my thin camisole and hooked it above my boobs.
He pinched a nipple—again, too hard.
I sucked a sharp inhale through my teeth.
“Gentle! That hurt.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he said with his head dangling above my chest. “Just so fucking eager to be inside you.”
He straddled my hips, his legs fitting easily to either side of me—when Bobo was supposed to still be right next to me.
“Where’s Bobo?” I asked.
His only response was to suck a nipple into his mouth. On instinct, my back arched, shoving my nipple farther into his mouth. He rewarded me by sucking on it with so much fervor that it ached.
I pulled it from his mouth with a wet pop of his lips. Immediately, he lowered his head to chase it again.
I wove my fingers into his hair and held. He fought me, trying to lunge downward. I tightened my grip and held him in place.
“Easy, Griff. I’m not going anywhere. We have all night. Why the big rush?”
With my hands tugging on either side of his head, he said, “I’ve been thinking of doing this for a long time. I’m really horny. For you, I mean.”
“Griff? What the fuck’s going on?”
I didn’t even manage to get my whole question out before he was speaking over me.
“If I could just get inside you, I’ll calm down.”
“Griff?” I tried again.
“You’re my girlfriend,” he said as if he wasn’t hearing me at all. “We’ve already had sex. What’s the big deal?”
Though his head remained in my clasp, he slid one of the leg openings of my sleepshorts to one side, dragged his dick across my thigh so that it sprang into place, sliding easily along my folds to rest at my entrance.
“Stop,” I said.
“Why would we stop, baby? This is what you want too. Don’t deny it. You’re all wet for me.”
Either hand dug into each of my thighs, pinning me down. And he started to slide into me.
I yanked his head back as far as my arms would reach, but his weight was on me, his arms keeping me open for him.
“I said fucking stop.”
He did, but only just. The tip of him was in place. All it would take was a single thrust of his hips, and he’d be sheathed inside me.
His demeanor changed again.
“Sorry, yeah. You’re right. Let’s take it slow. I’m just so excited. You feel so amazing. Just like I always knew you would.”
The head of his dick remained right where it was.
So did my hands, tugging his face away from mine.
I lowered my hold to his shoulders, pushing him to the full length of my arms.
“Get off me.”
A stillness came over him that felt too much like deliberation. Like he was actually considering forcing me against my will.
“Griff, get the fuck off me right this fucking second or I swear to you I’m gonna fucking rip your dick off, even if it’ll make me cry as much as you. There’s something wrong with you.”
Griffin slid his dick inside me the tiniest bit.
“I’ll be fast, I promise.”
“Pull out. Right. Now.”
He slid farther inside me, if only by a slight fraction.
I didn’t give him a chance to thrust fully into me.
I dropped my grip on his shoulders so suddenly that he fell forward and scrambled to move his hands from where they pinned me to the bed to catch himself. He broke his fall only partially, the rest of his weight smacking into my chest, his head crashing into my nose.
But at least his dick pulled out of me.
While he fell, I slid the blade out from under my pillow.
And when he yanked his head back off mine, hissing something that sounded like it was meant to be “You stupid cunt,” and he left his neck exposed—
With a double-fisted grip, as if my hands were clasped for prayer, I slid the knife behind his chin bone.
And I didn’t stop until it sank up to the hilt.