Stepping up behind her, I tease my cock along her entrance, testing to see if she’s still wet enough for me, and find her still soaked. “You liked sucking me off?”
She nods eagerly. “I told you, you’re mine. That was like me claiming you, which is powerful as fuck.”
I get it. It’s not about being the one doing the moving—it’s about being the one giving the pleasure. It’s the same way I feel about her riding my face and my fingers. And my cock.
Thrusting in slowly, inch by inch, I fill her, soaking up every moment of the feeling of her wrapped around me. “God, you look good on my cock.” I grip her hips, giving us both a few shallow strokes.
When she arches her back for more, I begin to thrust a bit faster, then harder and deeper until I’m roughly fucking her and we’re both panting with need. I spit on my fingertips and reach around her hip to find her clit.
She whines, and I think it’s something like, “Again?”
“You can take it. Take it all. It’s yours,” I grit out. “I’m yours.”
“Griffin!” she cries out at the same time I feel her pussy clamp down on me. The quivering flutters of her walls are too much for me to withstand, and my head falls back, my eyes close, and I shatter into a million pieces. Sparkles of light dance behind my lids and the world disappears as a dull roar fills my ears. It feels like forever, or maybe a moment, and I think that’s what life with Penny will be like—an eternity in a second and a lifetime gone by in the blink of an eye. I can’t wait.
As my awareness comes back to here and now, I realize I’m panting hard and Penny is resting her head on the back of the couch, looking over her shoulder at me. Surely I’ll get awowthis time, because whatever the hell that was, it sure as fuck wasn’t sex. Or at least not any that I’ve ever had. Unless maybe I’ve been doing it wrong my whole life? But no, it’s probably just because it’s finally Penny. Surely she’s as rocked as I am.
“Where’d you say those Thin Mints were? After that, I’m absolutely starving. And don’t say you’ve got something for me to eat.” She holds up a warning finger, glaring at me.
I wasn’t even thinking that. I don’t think I’m thinking anything yet. My brain’s goingdooooooolike it does after a bad scuffle, like ear-ringing static, but in a good way. But if Penny wants cookies, Penny gets cookies.
“Hang on. I’ll get ’em.”
“Good boy,” she teases, her brow arched high.
Death of me and Penelope Lee—same thing, and I love it.
Chapter 28
Penny
Where do I sit? Things are so different now that I’m not sure. Do I take my usual seat at our usual table at our usual pregame dinner place, Pro-Bowl, where Dom will be at my side and Griffin would be across from me? Is that part of their superstitions, which preclude any change for the duration of the playoffs that begin tomorrow? Or do they switch places now that Griffin and I are together so that we’re the ones sitting side by side? Or should I sit in the chair next to Griffin?
I instantly dismiss that last option because I like being able to see the whole restaurant from the booth side of the table. So I sit where I always do, deciding the guys can figure out their spots themselves.
Apparently, they have none of the worries I did, easily falling into their seats. Except this time, Griffin’s foot is touching mine beneath the table. I glance at him to find him grinning at me wolfishly. “You could sit in my lap if you’d rather?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. What we’re not gonna do is ...that,” Dominic declares, pointing his fork at Griffin even while I continue to mull over the fun of the possibility. “I think we need to set some ground rules here about acceptable ways to behave if you don’t want me to blow an aneurysm, which I think we can all agree is for the best. First, no sex talk. I do not want to hear how you rawdog railed my sister, ever. Nordo I want to hear how you pegged my best friend’s prostate and made him shoot like a fountain.” He wiggles his finger in the air, which I’m guessing is supposed to be a prostate massage. An overly dramatic shiver runs through him as he makes a gagging noise.
“That’s what I sounded like this morning,” I tease under my breath, repeating his gag with a much different insinuation.
At the same time, Griffin sputters, “Dude, what the fuck. I don’t tell you that kinda shit anyway.” Then he looks at me. “Do you talk to him about stuff like that?”
I shake my head. But Dominic’s declaration has had the opposite of the intended effect. Now I want to share too-intimate details just to irritate him, because that’s how siblings show their love. Or at least, it’s how we do. “So you’re saying you don’t want to hear about Griffin’s magic dick? That’s totally the best I’ve ever had. Andbiiiig. He let me measure it against a hockey stick, and guess who won?” I blink innocently before answering, “I’ll just say I’m the winner-winner, chicken dinner. Ding, ding, ring-a-dingaling,dong.”
Griffin chuckles. Dominic’s face goes slack in horror, and he slams his hands over his ears, singing, “La la la la. I can’t hear youuuuuu.”
Torturing my brother is so fun, and the best part is, I’m telling the truth. Griffin did let me do a comparison, one hand on his stick and the other on hisstick. And yeah, I’m definitely the winner here, with Griffin.
When Dominic releases his ears, he mutters, “Now I’m scared to say rule two.” At our expectant looks, he sighs. “I’m not your mediator. Fight or don’t, but leave me out of it. Though, if you hurt her, I’ll break every last bone in your body in multiple places, maximizing your pain as much as possible.” That last part is directed at Griffin, and I can’t help but be touched by my brother’s caring. His “rough around the edges” continues clear down to his core, but he does truly care about me, and his protectiveness is how he shows it.
Griffin dips his chin, agreeing. “Deal. What else?”
“We still get bro days without Penny-Nickel-Dime invading and wanting us to go shopping or get our nails done or some shit like that.”
I scoff, holding up my short, bare nails in protest of his stereotyping. I rarely wear polish, because my work would ruin it, and on the occasion that I do, I have Talia help me. I’m not the type to sit in a salon for the whole day, getting pampered and primped.
“Dom, in my whole life, the only time I’ve gotten a pedicure was with you,” Griffin announces.
