“Fuck yes I will. It’ll be embarrassing for everyone.”
“Please don’t cry, Griffin. I’m a sympathetic crier, it really would be embarrassing. I just don’t want you to think you have to, and now I’ve made this weird.” I cover my eyes with my inner elbow.
I feel the bed shift before Griffin’s fingers wrap around my wrist to remove my arm. He’s looking down at me from above. “If I cry, that would be weird. This, this isn’t weird. If you’re uncomfortable, or don’t like it…” He trails off like he can’t imagine that’s a possibility. “I won’t do it. I won’t even make you watch me cry about it.” He gives me a slightly crooked smile.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll like it. It’s just you haven’t known me for very long, and guys don’t usually like that,” I reason.
“What guys?” The smile drops, and he looks at me sideways. “Never mind, don’t answer that or I might have to kill someone.”
I blink up at him, dumbfounded, unsure how to respond. It feels like he’s being serious.
“Talking isn’t my strong suit,” Griffin admits, then leans down so his lips are near my ear. “You know what I’m going to be really good at though? Eating your pussy,” he growls. “I can’t wait to taste you. My fucking mouth is watering from how good you smell.”
I nod. I want to tell him his talking skills are pretty damn stellar when he’s whispering in my ear, but I’m not sure I can get a word out. My tongue seems to be glued to the roof of my mouth.
Taking my nod for acceptance, he slides back down my body and makes a point of inhaling deeply when his face is between my legs.
Griffin
Quinn is lying on my bed in nothing but a pair of panties. I want to run my hands and teeth across every inch of her flesh. Fucking hell, everything about her is intoxicating, especially her scent. When I told her my mouth was watering, it wasn’t a lie. I lower myself down her body and slide my tongue along her inner thigh. I can’t help myself. One day soon, I’m going to sink my teeth into the vein under my tongue. I can just imagine what my bite would look like high on her inner thigh. Turning my head, I focus on her center. I can feel how fucking hot she is, tell how her blood flow to her pussy has increased with her arousal.
I slide my fingertip down the center of her panties, and I’m rewarded with the quick intake of her breath. One more little movement, and I have her panties pushed to the side. My knuckles come back wet from running along her skin. Her lips are bare and soft as silk under my touch.
I planned on teasing her, on building her up before I finally put my mouth on her, but the patience I’ve credited myself for having evaporates when her hips roll right in front of my fucking face. I curl my fingers over the top of her panties and start to tug them down. She lifts her hips to help. I damn near growl at the little victory but manage to make it more of a grunt so I don’t frighten her.
I’m captivated by every inch of exposed flesh after the scrap of fabric is gone. Evan was a beast last night, not that I blame him, and I didn’t get to see enough of her, let alone touch her. Right now, she’s all mine though, and I plan to get to know every inch of her personally.
I slide my hands under her legs and to the outside of her hips just below her waist. With a quick tug, I have her yanked down against my waiting mouth. Quinn emits a tiny yelp, but I don’t let it stop me from sliding my tongue between her lips.
I have to force myself not to jerk her even closer. Fuck, she tastes better than I imagined. She’s hot and soft, but her arousal has me ready to lose my damn mind. I slide my tongue along her slit as my venom mixes with her juices, and she lets out a soft as silk moan. My back goes ramrod straight, and my fucking spine tingles. I’ve never felt anything like it, but my dick is on board. I’m about to fuck a hole right into my mattress with how hard I am.
I grab her hips tightly and roll. “What the…” Quinn squeaks, but then I stab my tongue as deeply as I can inside of her while she’s sitting on my face. Quinn leans forward so her palms are on the bed above my head and raises up a little. I do snarl then and jerk her back down. She tenses for a few short seconds before her entire body relaxes. She lets out another of those delicious moans that I would be willing to do terrible things for just to hear over and over again.
She starts rocking her hips forward, and I swirl my tongue around her clit before sliding it back inside her. I fuck her with my tongue until she throws her head back and her legs start to quiver. I reach up and grab her hand in mine, and she looks down at me, her lips parted as she lets out short little pants of air. I guide her to lean back. Her eyes flutter closed again, and her back arches. Fucking hell, I wish I could see all of her, not just the curve of her tits and the smooth expanse of her stomach.
Now that her weight is balanced on my chest, she really starts grinding against me. She’s so wet from my mouth and her own arousal, I know when I slide into her, it’s going to be a fight not to come on the first stroke. Quinn squeezes my hand, her nails digging into my skin. “Oh God,” she groans, and her hips jerk. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck. I want to bite her so badly, but I resist the urge. I promise myself I will make sure she’s fed next time, and then I will drink so much more than just her juices.
Quinn comes hard with my name on her lips as she fucks my face, riding out her orgasm. When she goes limp, I roll us again so she’s flat on her back. Not wasting any time, I prowl up her body and grind my cock against her. Her eyes open, and she curls her lips up in a smile that speaks of satisfaction.
I want to howl that I put that expression on her face, that I’m the one she’s looking at with awe. “You may not always know the right thing to say, Griffin Stone” —she trails her finger over my lips, and I nip her— “but your mouth sure knows how to speak to me.” She licks her bottom lip, and I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“Anytime you need to shut me up, you know how.” I lean down and kiss her. My face is still damp, and I smell like her pussy. When her tongue slides into my mouth, I have a flashback of how soft she is on the inside and how badly I want more of her.
Quinn cradles me against her body, her knees high on my sides. My hips push forward, and I break the kiss so I can get high enough to slide my cock inside her. As I push deeper, I let out a long groan. She’s tight and a little swollen after her orgasm.
Quinn kisses my chest and neck as I start thrusting. That fucking tingling is back at the base of my spine, and I feel like every single movement is going to push me over the edge. Gritting my teeth, I slide in and out of her while her hands are all over my back. I want her to come again, but I’m so lost in the feeling of her wrapped around me, I’m not even sure if she’s close.
I lean down and put my mouth near her ear. Quinn tips her head back and gives me an amazing view of my mark on her throat. Does she even know what she’s doing to me? I lick the crescent scars and her breath catches and her inner muscles squeeze me. I can’t stop the orgasm from barreling through me.
Quinn wraps her arms around my neck and clings to me tightly as my thrusts become erratic. Her body’s reaction to mine is more than enough to have me coming so hard, I get fucking lightheaded, but then her hot breath fans over my neck in short little huffs. Never in my long life have I wanted someone to bite me so badly.
It’s not something I ever allowed, while fucking or not, not since Eva. I lower my head a little more, and Quinn accepts my invitation, licking and kissing just under my jaw. I slam into her hard when I feel her suck on my neck. Blood vessels burst under her mouth, rising to the surface. If I were human, I would be left with a bruise, but it will heal before she even pulls away. It’s the only time I’ve ever regretted my vampiric cells.
I groan through my release, slowly sliding in and out of her. My breathing is all fucked up, and my heart is beating so fast, I’ll need to drink again soon. You’d think I just fought off four supernaturals, not fucked my singer.
The thought of feeding from Quinn flashes through my mind, and I grind into her again. My dick is only semihard, but Quinn doesn’t seem to mind. She tosses her head back and moans softly. She sounds like she’s begging to come. I slide my hand between our bodies and circle my finger around her clit. She bucks under me and winces as if she’s in the sweetest agony. I keep my touch gentle and my thrusts slow, and within a few pumps, her nails are digging into my back as she rasps, “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
I’m fully hard again, and it’s a fight not to take over and fuck her hard and fast, but the way she’s squeezing my cock tells me everything I need to know—Quinn loves the slow grind. I add a little pressure against her clit, and she shatters beneath me. I seal my lips to hers and steal her breath along with every sound she makes.
