Chapter 4
SELENA
I shouldn’t be kissing him. I know that, but Griffin’s mouth is a heaven I didn't know existed.
Landon's kisses were predictable: a few pecks on the lips, then his tongue would slip into my mouth like a dead fish, roll around a little bit, and that was it. Next, he would be pumping his cock and fingering me like he was checking for a pulse.
Griffin is different. His mouth brushes across mine sensually, teasing me before he deepens the contact.
He presses a soft kiss onto my lips, then trails down to my jaw, my throat, the sensitive spot behind my ear.
I’m so hot and bothered by the time his mouth reclaims mine that I’m the one dipping my tongue into his mouth, begging for more.
“God, you’re a good kisser,” I gasp when I come up for air.
“Thanks. Like I said,” his voice dips into a lower register that vibrates through my chest, “I like tasting a woman.”
He offers me a gracious smile. It’s regal, not smarmy. He is confident and alluring—nothing like Landon.
“I don’t like an audience, though. Do you mind if I close these?” He tugs on the thick pink velvet drapes that surround the bed.
I nod dumbly because my words are not really working at this moment.
He slides off the bed and stands to close the curtains.
All I can see is the massive erection tenting his trousers.
People across the room could probably see how aroused he is, but what I love about him is that he just doesn't give a fuck.
He hasn't awkwardly adjusted himself or apologized. He's just comfortable in his own skin.
He also hasn't groped me. He hasn't touched anything but my face. All he did was kiss me with masterful expertise. When he comes back to my side to close the final gap in the curtains, his dick is practically at eye level.
“I feel like I need to pat him or apologize or something,” I say, a nervous giggle escaping me.
“If you pat him, he’ll probably lose his shit. He’s feeling very much like a teenager right now,” Griffin says with a laugh. “I don’t think he’s ever been this hard, the motherfucker.” He shakes his head, amused by his own body.
“Because of me?” It’s a stupid question. He’s a man; he’s hard because he’s in a sex club. “I mean, of course not.”
Griffin stops and looks at me with that same warm smile he’s worn all night. “Of course it's because of you. You’re the most beautiful woman here, and you’re delightful. Neither of us was expecting to meet anyone like you tonight.”
He closes the curtains completely. We are now cocooned in pink velvet, totally cut off from the rest of the bar. It feels private. Dangerous. Perfect.
“Thank you. That’s really nice of you to say. You’re really handsome, too.” Fuck, could I be more awkward?
“I’m being honest, not nice.” He slides back into his spot on the bed. “Do you want some water?” He opens the bedside drawer and tosses me a bottle. “Kissing can be pretty dehydrating.”
“Gotta stay hydrated.” I laugh, unscrewing the cap. “What else do they have in that drawer?”
He glances at it. “The usual: lube, condoms, toys in shrink wrap. Whatever you use gets put on the tab.”
“Do you actually have sex here?” The idea of it sends a thrill down my spine.
“You can. The sheets are changed after a guest leaves, just like in a hotel. It’ll get a little crazy up here pretty soon.
That's why I closed the curtains.” He gives me a wink.
“I think the rooftop beds are for quickies. The private rooms downstairs are better stocked and more comfortable, but both are open all night.” He takes a drink of his water, his throat bobbing.
I watch him, transfixed. “If I stayed with you... what would happen?”
“What do you mean?” He looks genuinely curious.
“I mean, are you good with just kissing? Or should we stop so you can find someone to...?”
I like kissing him, but all I can think about is being naked and having that erection buried deep inside of me. He’s so sexy and quietly dominant; it makes me tingle all over. I’m a quivering mess.
“I’m good with whatever you are.” He settles in closer, his thigh brushing mine.
“I’ll be what you want me to be. My treat.
If you’d like an orgasm, I will give you one.
If you want to see what ass play is all about, I'll be happy to show you. If we just kiss, I’m here for kisses.
” He strokes a finger along my cheek. “For tonight, I’m yours. ”
“What about sex?” I mean to ask if he’ll find another woman later, but it comes out wrong.
“I’m here for that too, but if you’re asking if I’m going to find another partner tonight, the answer is no. I’m no longer interested. If I make love to you, great. If I don’t, I’ll go home to my own bed. Being with you is all I’m interested in doing this evening. I don’t need or want more.”
“Why are you being so nice?” My question has him cocking his head.
“I don’t really know. I’m not usually a very kind person.
I think it’s because you’re an innocent woman who’s been through hell in the last few days.
You need to meet someone decent. Tonight is a fantasy.
After we leave here, we’ll live our lives, but for tonight.
.. I can be good to you.” He touches my arm, and shivers race up my skin.
“It’s funny. I thought Landon was a good guy. But talking to you... I realize he wasn’t.”
I’m suddenly feeling heavy. I’ve never really been loved, have I?
“What was sex with your ex like? You said he was well-endowed, but did you two have a good sexual relationship? I don’t ask to be perverse.
I’ve made women see stars, but I admit I’d never marry one, so in a way, I’m no better than the last man you were with.
But I do know how a generous lover behaves. ”
“That’s something,” I murmur. “After the kissing and the fingering, Landon would just... hop on board.” I give a little fist bump gesture, because it always felt like Landon was proud of himself just for showing up.
“As soon as he came, we’d be done. He usually pulled out and sprayed it everywhere, then flopped over and went to sleep.
Sometimes I’d get a ‘You good, babe?’ I always said yes, because otherwise he would huff and groan trying to get me off when all he wanted to do was sleep. ”
I feel like I’m confessing to a priest. A very sexy, very rich priest.
“Did he ever give you an orgasm?” Griffin looks absolutely horrified.
“He didn’t, but I know how...” I giggle nervously. Shit, I’ve been doing that all night.
“So you’d take care of yourself.” His voice is suddenly soft, tinged with sadness.
“Yeah,” I say, realizing for the first time how pathetic that sounds.
“I guess if I wanted anything to happen tonight, I would want you to experience an orgasm with a partner who knows how to give you one. I think you deserve that.” He takes another sip of water.
“But no pressure. Taking care of your own business is very in these days.” His expression turns flirty again.
“If I let you give me an orgasm, do I have to sign up on the app or...?”
He leans in and kisses me, silencing my spiraling thoughts. “I want to say yes, just to tease you. Like you have to order it off the menu. But you don’t,” he says gently. “All you have to do is lie back. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Will you think I’m a slut... or?” God, I’m going to be sick.
“First of all, I came here looking for a slut. I like sluts. They are my favorite kind of people. But you, Selena, are a sweet woman who accidentally walked into a sex bar. You traveled across the country to run away from a selfish, cheating fiancé. You, my love, on a scale from virgin to crack whore, are one degree past Mother Mary. You’re good.
You’ll walk out of here with just as much virtue as you came in with.
But maybe, just maybe, you’ll know what it’s like to have someone else give you pleasure. ”
Fuck...
“Okay.”
Did I just agree to this?
“Good. Shall we go back to kissing?” His mouth comes close to mine. He smells like mint and desire.
“Are you going to have sex with me?” I’m trembling, terrified and thrilled in equal measure.
“I’m going to do whatever you want me to do. Sex isn’t going to happen without your consent.”
I realize I have never actually given true, enthusiastic consent before. When Landon and I started dating, it was just assumed that I would put out because we were a couple. It was an obligation.
Right now, with Griffin, it feels like a choice.
“Okay.” I lean back into the pillows.
He leans in, and I let him kiss me, because honestly, I love the way he kisses.
His body is tight and muscular. I allow myself to indulge, running my hands over his biceps, then his shoulders, and oh my, his rock-hard back. He kisses my cheeks, my nose—which makes me laugh—and then trails down to my neck and my clavicle.
“May I?” His voice is deep and rich. His face is hovering between my breasts, his eyes warm and gentle.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He unbuttons my blouse with deft fingers and pops a breast out of the confinement of my bra.
It feels good to have the cool air on my skin, but his warm mouth is infinitely better.
He gently sucks and nibbles, grazing his teeth over my nipple, making it harden instantly.
Wetness dampens my panties. All I can do is moan as he releases one breast to pay equal attention to the other.
“You’re good at this,” I pant.
He chuckles against my skin. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
His hot breath fans over my sensitive nipple, and I squeeze my legs together to stop the ache building between my thighs.
“Slut,” I sigh playfully as he opens my blouse fully, exposing my bare belly to the night air.
He lifts off me. For a moment I worry I offended him, but then he smiles—a wicked, knowing smirk. He takes off his suit jacket, nice and slow. Then he unbuttons his shirt to reveal a six-pack lightly dusted with silver hair.
He’s a fucking god.
“You’re damn right I’m a slut,” he winks. “I’ve worked hard to earn that title.”
“Then prove it,” I challenge him breathlessly.
Without further conversation, he returns to my breasts, kneading them as he sucks hard on my nipple, sending rockets of pleasure straight to my toes.
“All in?” His thumb dances over my areola.
“Oh God...” I’m terrified.
“We can do this in courses if you’d rather.” Still such a gentleman.
“All in. Just... yes.”
“Lovely. Delightful.” He kisses his way down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my skirt.
He lifts it up and bunches it at my hips.
He kisses the lace of my panties, and I silently praise myself for wearing the good stuff.
I have an entire collection of sexy lingerie I bought for my honeymoon.
Ironically, I’m wearing it for a one-night stand with a hot older man at a sex club.
Where did Selena Thompson go?
When he hooks his thumbs into my underwear and slowly slides them down my legs, I realize I don’t care who I was an hour ago. Tonight, I’m his.
Landon who? At this point, Landon is dead to me. Griffin consumes every particle of space in my universe.
“Oh, you are so pretty,” Griffin murmurs, admiring me with a feral grin that has me shivering. “So beautiful. May I taste you?”
His eyes are warm and beckoning. All I can do is nod, because the moisture in my mouth has completely evaporated.
“Good.”
He knows what a mess he's made of me.
With the first swipe of his warm, wet tongue, I'm gone.
Landon never went down on me; he said it "wasn't his thing.
" I understood, because going down on him wasn't my thing either.
But Griffin makes me wonder what he tastes like.
All I want to do is give back just a fraction of the absolute pleasure he is giving me.
“Oh my God,” I moan, arching my back.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my skin before kissing my inner thighs.
Then, he spreads me open. He dives his tongue inside—inside—feasting on me. I buck my hips into his face, unable to control myself. His tongue slides deeper, tasting every part of me. I'm crying, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Fuck me, Griffin, please,” I beg. I don't care how it sounds. All I want is that monster-sized cock to replace his tongue.
“Your wish is my command, Princess.”
He pulls away and stares into my eyes as he reaches for his belt. His gaze never leaves mine as he unzips his trousers.
“You said please.” His smirk reminds me of the Devil himself.