16. Griffin
Chapter sixteen
Griffin
“ I thought you didn’t wear jerseys.”
Wearing a shy smile, she gathers her hair at her nape and pulls it over her shoulder; the thick locks cover the top loop of the eight. The move draws my attention to the delicate skin above the vee of the jersey. Soaking her in, I let my focus wander farther south to the smooth thighs that peek out from the hem of the material, then down the length of her shapely alabaster legs to the tips of her toes—painted Memphis blue.
“Yours is the exception.”
The bag of Chinese lands with a plop next to my feet.
I’ve scored sixty-two touchdowns in my career. I’ve been selected for the Pro Bowl seven times. I’ve won two Super Bowls.
But I’ve never felt like more of a champion than I do at this moment, seeing this woman wearing my number.
I can’t tear my gaze from her as all the blood in my body rushes south.
She twines her fingers in the bottom edge of the jersey, unintentionally making it rise enough to show me more of her luscious thigh. But it’s not enough to satisfy my curiosity about what’s underneath. Is she wearing panties? Or is she totally bare?
I’d crawl to her to find out .
“Turn for me.”
Her lips part at the gravel in my voice, but after only a heartbeat of hesitation, she obeys my command. She pivots, and when the five letters of my name, bold and bright against the dark blue of the jersey, come into view, I force a rough swallow. And when she peeks at me over her shoulder?
My restraint oozes out like a slow leak. I prowl toward her, every step ratcheting my desire higher.
“You know…” I say.
Humming, she spins to face me again.
“Seeing you in this is making me feel some kinda way.”
Her throat works on a swallow. “Some kinda way, huh?”
I nod.
Amusement lights her eyes, but when my hand settles on the curve of her hip, the expression deepens to hunger.
With one swift tug, I’ve got every inch of her softness pressed against every inch of my hardness. “Makes me want to do naughty things with you, professor.”
“I like naughty things.” Popping up on her tiptoes, she presses her nose into my neck and inhales. When her tongue licks a path up to my ear, my knees nearly buckle. The heat of her breath sends a thrill down my spine as it accentuates every word when she says, “All the naughty things.”
“Fuck.” There’s no stopping me when I plunder her mouth, my tongue dueling with hers. Her throaty moans drive my lust sky-high. My cock is a fucking powder keg in my jeans.
She kneads at the back of my neck, then my traps. Then those hands start a slow descent down my shoulders, to my pecs, and land on the buttons of my shirt. Our mouths never part as she undoes each one. When she’s worked the last button through its hole, she pushes the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms.
When I’ve shaken it loose from my wrists, I break our kiss long enough to reach behind my neck and strip off my undershirt. As her fingers coast over my pecs and abs, her reverent touch leaves a trail of sparks all over my torso.
Our lips continue their sensual dance, and when I cup one of her breasts, discovering that only a silky jersey separates me from her perfect tits, I growl. Curious about what awaits my touch down below, I pull back. I want to watch her face as I slip my hand beneath the shirt to cup her there . Her eyes close when my fingertips brush the lace and silk of her panties.
I keep a possessive hold on her mound and tell her, “You got the puzzle wrong.”
Her eyes are hazy as she glances into the kitchen, but they clear slightly when she gives me her full attention. “But my name is five letters. And it fits the clue.”
Smirking, I stroke the damp material between her legs, her little gasp encouraging me to apply more pressure. “The correct answer starts with p .”
She clings to my biceps as I continue to tease her over her panties.
“I need to taste you here.” I pull my hand away from her enticing heat and slide it up under the jersey until the weight of her tit fills my hand and a groan slips from my lips. “And here.”
“Holy hell.” She whispers the words against my lips, then takes my mouth in a searing kiss.
I’m so lost in the sensation of her lips moving with mine that she’s got my zipper undone and she’s sliding her hand in my pants before it registers. But the instant her hand grips my rock-hard cock over my underwear, I nearly come undone.
“Baby.” I let her get two good strokes in before I grasp her wrist and pull her hand away. “Let me see you first.”
She puts a few inches between us, and I bask in her mussed-up glory. Her lips are reddened from our kisses and her hair is a mess from my hands. The jersey has shifted enough to tease me with a peek of one delectable shoulder .
My mouth waters with the need to taste that creamy patch of skin.
I dive in like a man possessed, latching on to her shoulder, licking, sucking, biting.
Slipping her hands inside my jeans, she grabs my ass. Her words stutter out as she kneads my glutes. “This butt is glorious.” She tilts her head to give me better access to her neck.
“So is this one.” I return the favor, loving the mewl that slips from her lips as I massage the round globes.
Before Brynn, I was a devoted ass-guy. But this woman has turned me into a leg-guy. And a boob-guy. A hip-guy. She’s the total package. Even her cute little pinkie toe does something to me.
Fuck, now I’m a Brynn-guy.
She pushes my jeans down my thighs, then I toe off my sneakers. As I back up and step out of my pants, I miss the warmth of her body. The appreciation in her eyes as she admires my almost-naked physique makes me puff out my chest.
Just a little.
“ Pac-Man , huh?” She smirks at the fabric that covers my aching hard-on.
“These are my lucky ones.”
She raises a brow. “Lucky? Since when?”
“Tonight.”
Head dropped back, she laughs. But when I extend my hand across the space between us, her mirth melts away. Expression serious now, she grasps my wriggling fingers and lets me lead her into the bedroom.
The lamps cast a perfect glow on the bed and on the woman who can’t pull her attention from me. She’s so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.
“Professor, I love seeing my jersey on you.” I smooth my hand up her thigh and bunch the fabric, lifting it up her body. “But I think I’ll love seeing it on the floor even more. ”
She raises her arms so I can pull it off. The second it clears her head, I toss it to the side. When I get a good look at her, I freeze, taking in every inch of her creamy skin. The perfect curves of her round breasts, the rosy-pink nipples that beg to be tasted. The nip of her waist that flows into shapely hips tempting me to leave my fingerprints.
It takes my brain a moment to register that her lacy panties are the same color blue as the jersey I stripped from her body.
“You are so goddamn exquisite, you know that?” I fist my hands to keep myself from throwing her on the bed and rutting her like a wild fucking animal.
Her answering smile is soft. Shy. She steps closer and reaches for me.
Heart stuttering, I pull her trembling hand up and kiss her palm. “Baby. You’re shaking.”
“Nervous. But the good kind of nervous.” She takes another step closer and places a reassuring kiss on my chest.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to confess that the only thing I’m nervous about is blowing my load too soon, like I’m fucking seventeen again. Ever since we had the safe sex talk at dinner the other night and decided that we could forgo condoms—she’s on the pill and we’ve both had recent clear blood tests—my cock’s been aching to take her bare.
I thread my hands into her hair and take her mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss. Her body melts into mine, and when we pull apart, breathless, I nudge her to the mattress. She lies on her back on top of the comforter, and I stretch out beside her, propped on one elbow. I use my free hand to trace each of her curves. Across her collarbone. Over the peaks of her breasts. Down the slope of her arms. Goose bumps erupt along every path I travel. And when my touch reaches the top of her panties, she sucks in a breath. I kiss her as I snake my hand inside the blue lace .
“You’re soaking wet, professor.” With a finger, I trace her slick skin, dipping in and out in teasing passes that make her gasp. When I lower my head and take one pert nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the stiff peak, she clasps the back of my head.
“Griff—”
“Mmm, they’re so perfect, baby.” I lavish attention on her other tit as I continue my exploration. She parts her legs wider, giving me access to slip my finger inside her slick opening and then glide it back to tease her clit.
With one last lick to her nipple, I trail kisses down her body, inhaling her scent with each press of my mouth.
“This smell. What is this smell? You always smell like this, and it drives me fucking crazy.” I kiss the space between her breasts, then the underside of one.
Her belly quivers, and her breath hitches. “Y-you don’t like it?”
Heat licks up my spine. “I’m fucking feral for it. What is it?” A kiss to her stomach. Then one on the cute freckle next to her navel.
“I-it’s my lotion. Berries.”
I run my tongue along the skin above the top of her panties.
A sharp exhale. “F-freesia.”
Hooking a finger into the lace, I tug.
“R-rose meringue.”
A bite to her hip. Then I sit up on my knees and drag her panties all the way off. When they’ve cleared her ankles, she snaps her legs together, knees bent, like she’s shy or worried I won’t like what I see.
I tsk. “Please don’t hide from me. Spread those gorgeous legs so I can see my reward for having enough restraint to last three fucking dates.”
With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she slowly lowers her legs .
The fire burning inside me rises a notch when I get a glimpse of my prize. With a huff, I drag a hand down over my mouth and neck. “Goddamn, woman.”
Her perfect pink glistening skin is framed by a patch of close-trimmed dark hair. The sight pulls a primal groan from me, then I’m lowering my upper body between her legs.
Brynn’s eyes widen, and her lips part. “Wh-what are you—you don’t have to do that.” The skin above her chest mottles with a pinkish hue.
I peer up at her across the plane of her body, finding her suddenly propped on her elbows, watching my every move, her expression one of pure reticence. “He didn’t go down on you?” The fucker.
She rolls her lips and squeaks. “It, uh, wasn’t on the regular menu.”
“Baby, consider it a daily fucking special from now on.” Lowering again, I use my shoulders to stretch her thighs wider. Then I flatten my tongue and drag it from her opening up to her clit.
When I close my lips around that tight bud and suck, she gasps and grips my head. Her fingers dig in, begging for more. Fuck. For the first time in years, I regret the damn buzz cut. This woman needs something to hold on to, to tug while I’m feasting between her thighs. Eyes closed, relishing the way her nails scrape my scalp, I resolve to let my hair grow a bit longer.
I savor the taste of her, the sound of her moans when I swirl my tongue around her clit, the way she writhes against the comforter. The tightness with which her thighs squeeze my head when I lick into her slit and fuck her with my tongue.
When I pull back and kiss the inside of her thigh, she whimpers.
“You’ve made a mess of my beard, professor.”
“S-sorry.” Eyes hooded, she watches my every move.
I snag a pillow from the other side of the bed. “Don’t be. I fucking love it. You’re my favorite taste. My favorite scent. My favorite everything.” With a pat to her thigh, I signal for her to lift her hips. When she does, I slide the pillow beneath them. “Now. You’re going to come on my tongue and fingers, and then on my cock.” I wrap one arm around a thigh to part her from above, then lower my lips to her pussy. Before I dive back in, I zero in on her face. “While I’m busy down here in paradise, play with those pretty tits until I can suck ’em again.”
Her eyes widen at my coarseness, but when I get back to work, they close in ecstasy. And when she follows through with my request to keep her hands busy, I can’t help but smile against her core. As she kneads her breasts and pinches a nipple between her fingers, my hips roll against the mattress.
Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside her.
I work her clit with the tip of my tongue and find a steady rhythm that makes her whimper and moan.
“Griff. Oh, God. Yes, right there.” Hips working, she chases the high, and when I slide two fingers into her, she bucks up with so much force I have to clamp my arm around her thigh to maintain control. She’s so wet, and every pump of my fingers in and out of her pussy makes a squelching sound. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” Her chants spur me on, her whimpers getting louder, signaling that she’s close.
And when her orgasm hits, she cries my name. The second her inner muscles begin those rhythmic squeezes, I work my boxers down my legs and kick them off. My cock twitches painfully, and the bead of precum gathered at the tip smears when I climb over Brynn, nesting my hips in the cradle of her thighs.
Resting my weight on my elbows, I frame her blissed-out face, and she wraps her arms around me.
“That was fucking magnificent, professor.” I dip my head and kiss her lazy smile, giving her a taste of her pleasure. And as our kisses grow more passionate, I sweep a thumb over her nipple, pulling a moan from her .
I bury my face in her neck, luxuriating in the moment. With a sigh, she rubs a hand over the back of my head and arches her back. I take the hint and lower to take the other nipple into my mouth.
I circle the bud with my tongue, taking my time, until she grasps my arms and attempts to pull me back.
“Griff, I need you.”
One last pull with my mouth, and I release her. “What do you need, baby?” With her hips propped up on the pillow, they’re at the perfect angle when I grip my cock and rub the crown through her wetness, teasing her clit and her entrance.
With a roll of her hips, she does her best to spear herself with my length, but I shift, depriving her.
“Griffin.” She whines, eyes closed and head tipped back. “Stop teasing me.”
“Are you aching for me, Brynn?”
She nods, and I kiss her pouty lips.
“Need me to fill this perfect pussy and fuck it like it belongs to me?”
Another whimper and buck of her hips.
“Then lift those lashes, baby. I want those gorgeous eyes on me when I make you mine.”
When she blinks those lids open, I give her what she wants, thrusting into her, sliding home.