He runs his hands over my back and ass. I shiver and moan. My orgasm yesterday was far from enough. I’ve been walking the edge ever since. I pull my shirt over my head, and his tongue immediately finds its way to my nipples. It feels better than I had imagined. Somehow, his pointy tongue is more dexterous than a human one. And it feels a little rougher.
I slide my hands under his shirt to caress his abs, then drop a finger to his belt. He stops me.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper, horny as hell.
“Helios… No.”
His rejection is like a slap in the face. “What do you mean, no? You don’t want it?”
“Of course, I do. But I told you, I’m not entirely human.”
“And I told you I don’t care.”
“But I do,” he says.
I drop my hands. “You had sex before. Beet told me. You let people see and touch you, but I can’t? If you don’t like me, just say so. Stop looking for excuses. I’m not to be lied to like a child.”
I try to get off his lap, but Griffin holds me back.
“Yes, I had sex before with strangers,” he says, glaring at the ceiling. He’s not happy that she told me about his sex life. “I didn’t reveal who I was. Some of them I even paid for. We fucked in the dark, and I ran away before we exchanged more than a few words. So yes, Helios, I let people touch me, but they weren’t you.”
He’s angry now. Well, I can be angry too.
“Okay, then,” I say. “I get it. But you’ll also understand that I don’t want this,” I gesture between us, “to be one-sided. So if you won’t let me touch you, then you’re not touching me.” I slide off his lap and onto the couch. I nod toward the screen, where the show is still running. “Do you mind rewinding a little? I haven’t paid attention.”
I don’t mean to be cruel, but I don’t want to be easy either. Oliver used me as he wished for two years. My needs and feelings were never considered. I’m over it. I’m not a plaything anymore.
Griffin stares at me for a while, his red eyes glowing in the semi-darkness. At last, he grabs the remote and rewinds the episode. We watch it in silence.
But I’m not done. I’m still horny as hell and frustrated. I understand where Griffin is coming from, and yet I can’t take what he said out of my mind. Strangers did touch him. Which means he wants to be intimate with others, but he stops me from being intimate with him. It’s infuriating.
I rub the bulge under my pants. I’m still hard, and it’s painful. I drag my pants down, just enough to free my erection, and slowly stroke my cock. Griffin takes a deep breath, and I know he can smell me. His eyes zero in on me.
“Helios… What are you doing?” he asks. It sounds like a warning.
“Don’t mind me. I’m just taking the edge off. Watch the episode and pretend like I’m not here.”
“For fuck’s sake…”
I pump my dick faster, and the sound of friction can now be heard over the voices on the TV. Griffin is as still as a statue, but his eyes are on me. He’s too composed, and that annoys me. I drop my pants on the floor and spread my legs. Opening my mouth, I suck on my middle finger long and deep, then I guide that finger to my butthole, moaning as I gently start fingering myself. Nice and slow. It’s been a while.
The fact that Griffin is watching me do it is exhilarating. I never knew I would enjoy someone watching me like this.
He gets closer, but he’s still not touching me. He’s hovering just over me, and I can feel the heat radiating from him. I watch as his chest rises with every breath he takes. I watch his parted lips. He tries to sort out his trapped erection through the fabric of his pants. It looks huge and painful.
“Why don’t you free yourself?” I ask into his neck, my lips so close to his skin.
“Helios… no.”
“Very well,” I say, annoyed. I back away and drop my head over the couch. “Do you have some kind of lube? Please.”
“I think I can find that,” he whispers.
He disappears at the speed of light and comes back with a bottle of oil. There is a handwritten label on it that says almond oil. I slather my right hand generously and finger myself again. Griffin watches me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. At some point, he paused the episode. I don’t even know when. The light from the screen allows me to see the shape of his face and the sharpness of his movements.
I drop my head on his shoulder and say, “Griffin… Fuck, Griffin…” It sounds like I’m begging.
I will hate remembering it tomorrow, but right now, I couldn’t care less. All I want is for him to touch me.
