“Then what are you waiting for?”
His fingers slip beneath the straps of my bra, and his lips follow soon after, marking a path across my overheated flesh.
I grip the hem of his black T-shirt and strip it off. He’s all hard muscle beneath a layer of soft tissue, with dark hair peppering his chest and down his belly, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. I want to follow that trail and see where it ends, but I’m quickly distracted by his thigh pressing hard between my legs.
“Griffin.” His name comes out as a half-moan, half-whimper.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Grind that slick little pussy all over my leg.”
Who am I to deny this man anything when he’s offering to worship at my altar?
My bra drops to the floor, and he feasts on my nipple.
I roll my hips, savoring the delicious friction against my sensitive core. And then, I do it harder, letting the sensation roll through me. His mouth moves to my right nipple while his fingers toy with the other.
Am I about to orgasm without clitoral stimulation? That’s never happened to me before, but I’msoclose. I chase my release, climbing higher and higher. My breathing becomes shallow, and I’m a sweaty, panting mess, but Griffin doesn’tseem to mind as he nips and sucks at every inch of my bare skin.
His fingers dig into my hips, rocking me harder against him. “That’s it, baby girl. Make yourself come all over me.”
My fingers tangle in his hair, and he lets out a low groan. The sound is like a match to gasoline, and an electric current ripples through me in wave after wave of intense pleasure. The outline of his cock presses against my hip as he pushes me harder against the door, thrusting into me. His palm hits the door twice, and he stills.
With my eyes closed, I rest my forehead on his shoulder, struggling to catch my breath.
He pulls back enough to look into my eyes, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck. That’s not the first impression I wanted to make.”
My gaze flicks down to the wet spot on his jeans as I bite down on my bottom lip. “Mmm. I kind of like making you lose control.”
My palms press into his soft belly, shoving him back enough for me to sink to my knees. His hand braces against the door, and he watches me intently as I unbuckle his belt and release his still semi-hard cock. It’s intimidating as fuck—long and thick, with pronounced veins running from root to tip.
He smirks. “It’ll fit.”
I take him into my mouth and moan at the salty taste of his release on my tongue. There’s something so sexy about him coming in his pants before I’ve even touched him.
I pull back, gathering all of the saliva in my mouth, then I spit on the tip and spread it with my fist. Swirling my tongue around the engorged head, I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell,” he rasps. “You’re gonna kill me.” He windsmy hair around his fist and tugs, sending a thrill coursing through me.
I hum my approval.
“You like it rough?”
I pull off his cock and gasp for breath. “Yes.”
His low groan ripples across my skin. “Do you have a safe word?”
“T-traffic lights. Green means all good, yellow means pause, red means stop.”
“If you can’t talk, tap my thigh three times. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Gonna feed you every goddamn inch, and you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
