Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Sam
T he car drops us off in front of a tall, white building surprisingly close to where we were just eating.
“We could have walked.”
Naomi shrugs. “I didn’t want you to have enough time to talk yourself out of coming over.”
I’ll be damned if I’m not completely flattered by the way this woman is trying to get me into her apartment. It’s been a while since I was pursued like this.
Who am I kidding? I’ve never been pursued like this. Maybe I’ve never been pursued at all. I was never exactly the most eligible bachelor of my close-knit friend group.
It feels as warm and fuzzy as it is terrifying.
Because this girl is as off-limits as they come.
Naomi unlocks her door, and I follow her inside. The place is immaculate, just as I expected it to be. Chic, modern bohemian with a flare of…something. Maybe Texas? I wouldn’t be surprised if the culture rubbed off on her a bit. Hell, I’ve only been in town for a week and I’m already talking myself out of a new pair of boots.
“Do you want a drink?”
I shake my head. “I think I’ve had enough for tonight.”
She starts to walk into the kitchen, and I call after her. “You’ve had enough, too. If you plan on anything happening.”
She turns at the doorway and tosses me a flirty, incredulous look. I grin at her dramatic acting skills. “Why, Mr. Griffin. Was that you telling me what to do? I’m not sure at what point this evening you got the idea that I take orders from anyone.”
Her tone is heated and seductive. My cock responds, eager to play with the vixen.
“You can do as you please. But my limits are hard and fast.”
Naomi puts her hands on her hips and struts toward me, pouting adorably. “Do I need to pass a field sobriety test?”
She keeps walking until her chest is pressed right up against mine. With all our heated stares and arm holding over the last few hours, this is the first physical contact that feels intentional. I force my breath to steady as I look down at her fierce, green eyes, peering up at me from between her lashes.
“That’s not a terrible idea,” I manage.
She takes a step back, and the loss of her body heat sends a chill through me. I actually shiver.
“Shall I walk a straight line? Stand on one leg and touch the tip of my nose? Recite the ABC’s backwards?”
“Dang, girl, how many field sobriety tests have you been given?”
She tosses a flirty smirk that goes straight to my cock. All this waiting, all these games, they’re killing me. But I have to be careful. I could be putting my whole life and livelihood on the line here. There’s no way I’m going through with anything if she’s drunk.
“I just watch a lot of TV.”
“Stand on one leg and do the nose touching.”
I watch as Naomi obeys my command, enjoying the sight of her bending to my will far more than I was expecting. When she brought up the field sobriety test, it made me feel a bit like a manager. Now that she’s balanced there a foot away from me, tapping her fingers against her nose without breaking eye contact, I feel like a different kind of boss.
“Did I pass?” she whispers, still hovering on one leg.
I nod and close the distance between us.
This could be the biggest mistake of my life, but there’s no fighting it.
My lips touch hers, and it’s instant fire. She leans into the kiss, eyes tightly closed, and I watch her for a long moment before surrendering completely. My hands finally get their way, landing on her shoulders first and sliding down the soft skin of her arms to her hands.
She gives me a little squeeze as my fingers graze her palms, and I take that as encouragement. As my hands make their way around her luscious hips to grip the ass I’ve been watching all night long, I press my tongue into her mouth, forcing her to open for me.
The taste of her is better than I ever could have imagined. Sweet and salty, like a dessert. The feel of her warmth beneath my hands as I run them down her back and over her ass, giving her full booty a little squeeze as I make my way down to the bare skin of her thighs and then back up, trailing my fingers up her bare legs and under her short, tight skirt.
When she pulls away, I’m almost expecting it.
Almost relieved.
“Wait,” she says breathlessly.
I meet her eyes but don’t find the hesitation I was expecting. If anything, her gaze blazes hotter than ever.
“Let’s go to my room.”
And I want to, of course.
I should say yes.
But I can’t make the words come out.
“Naomi, I…I might need to take this slower.”
Her face slides into a sly grin as she takes me by both hands. “I get it. I promise I won’t make you do anything you don't want to do. Let’s go in there and we can make out a bit more. No pressure. You can keep your pants on as long as you need to.”
“I’ll be keeping my pants on all night,” I say, but my argument has little teeth since I’m allowing her to lead me down the hallway.
Her bedroom is like walking into a page in a magazine. Soft shades of pink and cream wash over the walls and windowsills, mixing with the golden light from a couple of floor lamps creating a feeling of warmth. At the room's center lies an enormous bed, draped in cream and jewel-toned blue. It’s a layered cake of textures—plush throws, delicate lace, and bold, patterned pillows all carefully arranged. A vintage, distressed dresser stands against one wall, its surface adorned with trinkets and treasures that sparkle under the glow of string lights artfully draped above.
On the far wall, a cozy loveseat covered in floral and geometric prints echoes the room's eclectic spirit. The small sofa sits under a large window, framing views of Austin’s vibrant cityscape, while green, vining plants perch on the windowsill, adding a burst of freshness and a hint of the tropics. If I didn’t already feel right at home, that little touch would have pushed me over the edge.
She tries to lead me to the bed, but I finally find my brakes. “How about over here,” I say, leading her instead to the loveseat. The Texas sky is clear tonight, and I can see the full moon through the white sheer curtains.
“Wherever you’re comfortable.”
She seems agreeable enough as she flops down on the sofa and leans toward where I stand, but I know she’s humoring me. She knows damn well she’s going to get what she so clearly wants.
Because how am I going to turn down those eyes? That body?
I slide in next to her and we fall back together as if pulled by a magnetic force. Those velvety pink lips of hers—magically pink and yet not smearing all over as I lick and suck on them. It makes me want to try harder, pressing forward until I'm nearly on top of her, driving my tongue into her open, willing mouth as my hands continue exploring her soft, sumptuous body.
I’m nearly lost in the moment, suspended in time, when I feel her fingers slip down and take a firm grasp on my achingly stiff erection on the outside of my jeans.
I gasp, surprised, and Naomi takes it as an invitation to grip me harder with both her hands, one on the back of my neck, holding my head in place, the other sliding up and down my length.
When was the last time a woman touched me like this?
I won’t even try to do the math.
The last thing I want to do is think about other women right now, even if they are so far in the past, I can barely recall their faces.
I want to be fully present with this woman. This perfect, gorgeous, totally and completely off-limits woman.
I pull back suddenly and Naomi loses her grip on my neck.
As I sit up, the sight of her disheveled before me, lips swollen and eyes hooded as her mouth drops into a surprised O…well, it almost sends me diving right back in, consequences be damned.
Alas, I’m nothing if not responsible.
“I should go.”
“Sam— ”
“No, I get it. It’s totally safe and secret.”
“But…” I can hear the smile in her voice as she teases me.
“But it’s a lot. I’m going to know it happened.”
“Yeah, you’re going to know that you had a hot night with a woman who, if history serves, you’ll probably never see again. So we have a little backstory. I think that makes it even hotter.”
I shake my head, but I'm smiling in spite of myself. “Don’t tell me you had a crush on me growing up. That might make it too weird.”
She slaps my chest playfully. “Don’t be ridiculous. I had a crush on Avery like everyone else.”
I laugh and shake my head again before tilting it back to rest on the soft cushion of the sofa and consider the full moon outside the window above me.
She’s totally right. I have no reason to feel so hesitant.
It’s just…
I place a lot of weight on being the responsible one in the group. The one who always does the right thing. The one everyone can come to for solid advice or help in a tough situation. I’m the predictable one, and I like that about myself. It makes me trustworthy. It’s why I'm such a great manager.
What would it mean for me to go so completely off the rails like this?
“I can hear you thinking over there,” Naomi says, snuggling in until her head is curled in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I wrap my arm behind her warm body and pull her close, forcing back my moan at our heartbreakingly intimate position.
If I’m not careful, my longing for a life that includes endless hours in this very position is going to start to show.
“It’s not you, gorgeous. It’s me.” The words come out sounding strained, but at least I managed to force them out. Every fiber of my being is battling the idea that I have to get up and leave this woman.
Naomi just laughs and snuggles in closer. “You did not just say that.”
“Sorry. I wish I could give you the good time you deserve.”
“You deserve it too.”
Do I really, though?
I came to this city tonight with one goal—meet someone who might be interested in starting something long-term on Faraday Island. I know that’s an insane goal to have for a speed dating event, but it hardly seems like giving in to a one-night stand with a woman who I could never be in a relationship with would be a successful end to the evening.
I want to though. There's no denying that. But I’m an expert at denying myself things. It makes me a better person to make the right choice, even when it’s hard.
My self-control, however, is waning by the second, especially now that Naomi’s lips have found the sensitive skin of my neck and are grazing upward toward my jaw. I close my eyes and sink into the feeling, allowing my hands to roam once more. She moans in pleasure as I touch her and…well…I may have lost the battle.
Or won.
It’s hard to say at this point.
Her lips find mine, and it’s over. She can feel my resignation, I know she can, because she slides one leg over until she’s straddling my lap.
Now that I have her full body in my arms, pressed against my chest, settling down on my hard cock, it's everything. She’s everything. I can barely remember my own name, let alone why I was trying to fight this in the first place.
She’s soft and smooth under my hands as they graze down her arms. Even softer in the places I find when I push her top up a bit. I can't get enough touching, and it seems like she’s feeling the same.
Naomi pulls her mouth off mine, and I lean forward like a baby bird.
I’m distracted enough that I only notice my shirt coming off when it drags over my face, blocking her flushed cheeks from my view.
Naomi falls on my bare chest like an animal.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot. I knew you would be,” she whispers against my skin as she drags her lips and tongue up my stomach and over both nipples.
I grip her ass tighter to me, grinding her center along the hard ridge of my erection.
When her lips hit mine again, my life is complete. Between her tongue pressing into my mouth, her hands sliding over my bare chest, shoulders, and stomach, and the way her body feels as we grind together—-this may be all I need to survive.
I lose her mouth again, and battle to keep from moaning in despair.
“Okay, so I know I said you could keep your pants on as long as you wanted…”
I can’t help but smile. “But…”
Naomi perks up as I play along, sitting up straighter. I take advantage and grip both of her large, perky breasts in my hands.
“But…what if I kept my pants on instead?”
My eyes lift and meet hers, my brow furrowing. “What do you mean?
“I mean, I know you’re maybe not comfortable with the full meal deal.” She grinds into my cock as she says the words, sending my mind reeling. “But I also know it’s only a matter of time before my tits come out.” She bites her lip and leans into my hands on her breasts.
Without thinking, I slide them down to the hem and pull the top right off.
Naomi laughs and shakes her chest at me. “Yup, just like that.”
She reaches behind herself, unhooking her bra. I get both of her naked, perfect breasts in hand and lean forward to capture a nipple in my mouth.
Whatever she asks for now, she’s going to get.
“I need to taste you,” she says softly.
I glance up from sucking her nipples.
“I’m taking these jeans off so I can get your cock in my mouth.”
My mouth falls open but not a single word comes out.
“And in return, I’ll promise you that my pants will stay on unless you take them off. Deal?”
“I…”
Naomi groans in frustration, gripping me by the shoulders. “Whatever it is you’re so scared of, Sam, you have to let it g?—”
“Okay,” I say quickly before I lose my nerve. Or come to my senses.
“Okay,” she repeats, smile growing wider.
Then she’s sliding off my lap, taking her warmth, softness, and glorious tits with her. My mouth falls open to protest but she’s already pulling me up to stand with her. I wrap her back in my arms and follow, holding tightly as she walks backward across the room. When we reach the far wall, she spins and takes another step so my back presses against the cool wall.
She pulls away and places a hand firmly on my chest to keep me from following. “Stay put.”
I can’t complain, can’t form a coherent thought as I watch her drop to her knees in front of me. I still have my jeans on, and my erection is very visible through the thick material. Naomi drags her fingers down it, followed by her teeth.
“Is this guy going to be as beautiful as the rest of you? ”
My eyes roll back in my head as her teeth find my tip, nipping it through my pants. “You can…”
I look down to find her gazing up at me from under her lashes.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” she teases me sweetly.
“You can take them off.”
Her face twists into an adorable smirk. “Oh, really. I can take them off, can I? You've really come around, haven't you.” Her fingers land on my belt buckle, and I suck in a breath, the anticipation shooting sparks through my torso.
“I feel like I should make you beg,” she says as she starts to slide my belt open, torturously slow.
I would.
“But to be honest, at this point I feel like begging myself,” she goes on as the buckle finally falls open.
And I lose my mind. “Do it.”
“Do what?” she says, still holding my loose belt in both hands.
“Beg.” The word escapes my mouth in someone else's voice. I’m possessed.
Naomi bites her lip and flutters her eyelashes. “Oh, you’d like that, would you?”
I nod.
“Okay…” she says slyly, sitting back just a bit, still holding my belt.
If I’d kept my damn mouth shut, my pants would probably be on the floor right now, but whatever this is, I can’t seem to stop playing along.
“Sam…I really want to take those pants off, what do you say?”
“No.”
Naomi’s face transforms into a pout, and she lets out a huff. “ Please?”
I shake my head. I have no idea what to say. I’m so sure I’m going to say something completely stupid and ruin this, so I stay quiet.
“I want to play with your cock so bad.” She lands a hand on the outside of my pants, dragging her fingers up said cock for emphasis as she coos the words at me. “It just looks so delicious in there. Don’t you want me to suck it?”
“Beg.”
Her breath catches and I can see the effect this game is having on her as well. “Please Sam. Please let me suck this beautiful cock of yours. I promise you’ll like it.”
“Play with your tits.”
She obeys with gusto, lifting the lovely ladies into both hands and tweaking her own nipples as she blinks up at me.
“Now beg again.”
“Sam…don’t you want my hot, wet mouth on your cock? I’ll suck on your tip and play with your balls just like you tell me to. I’ll do anything you tell me?—”
“Do it.”
Naomi squeezes her breasts and looks up at me innocently. “Do what?”
“Get my cock out and suck it. Right now.”
“Oh god, I thought you'd never ask.” She has the button and fly of my jeans down so quickly I barely register it before I feel my pants around my ankles. I lift each foot and allow her to pull them off entirely. She pulls my boxers down next, not bothering to get them all the way off before catching my bouncing erection with one hand.
“I fucking knew you would be so beautiful.” She’s not even talking to me, totally lost in her own little world down there.
I bite my lip and lean my head back against the wall as her tongue touches down on my tip. She swirls it there lightly, tasting me. I feel my boxers being pulled the rest of the way off and lift my feet obediently without even looking down.
Once I’m completely naked, Naomi really goes at me with a gusto. I hang my head in amazement, watching as she holds my shaft in both hands and starts feeding me into her mouth. Her tongue feels incredible sliding over the underside of my shaft, and I steady my breathing, wanting to make this feeling last forever.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, breasts bouncing as she sucks my cock. I’ve had blow jobs before, but never one that felt like this.
As if she can read my mind, she slips me out of her mouth and looks up at me with the most adorably eager smile. “Tell me what you want.”
“Take my balls in one hand. Yeah just like that. Holy shit.” I drift back into mute territory as she cups me in one hand and drives my shaft back into her waiting mouth with the other. I feel my tip hit the back of her throat and her teeth graze softly down my length as she draws me back out.
A few more minutes of this and I’m going to blow.
“Baby, I’m getting close.”
She pulls out suddenly, still working me firmly with her fist. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Are you sure?''
She sounds very sure, but I still want to check. None of the women I’ve been with have ever requested it. I sure as hell want to. My orgasm is closer than ever just thinking about it.
“Hell yes. I’m going to drink you.”
Fuck.
Of course she is.
She must be as turned on by my imminent orgasm as I am because she’s going full speed now. Her grip on my balls stays soft as she speeds up her sucking, fucking her own face with my cock. My eyes feel like they're on fire from not blinking but I can’t look away.
“God that feels so good. I’m going to come. Are you ready?”
My tip is back against the top of her throat as she hums her agreement. The addition of that vibration is what sends me over the edge.
I buckle forward and I careen into the greatest orgasm of my life. I hear myself cry out, but it sounds like a different person. I’m disconnected from every part of myself except for the one currently exploding into the hot, wet mouth of this femme fatale.
She sucks me dry and then sits back on her heels, wiping her face and grinning at me. “You are so fucking hot, you know that?” she says.
I shake my head. “You are the hot one. Damn it, girl. That was mind blowing.”
“I know,” she offers sweetly as she hops to her feet, hands on her hips. “Do you want to lay down on the bed and watch me get myself off?”
My mouth drops open, and I snap it closed, nodding quickly as if the offer is going to be rescinded.
“Go ahead and get comfy.”