He lifted his hips so I could get him free, and the second I had his cock in my hand, I forgot how to breathe.He was thick and hot, and I stroked him once, watching his face.His eyes hooded, but he held my gaze.
“Off,” he grunted, tugging at the loose joggers and my underwear.“Get these off.”
I slid back off him long enough to shove them down my legs and kick them across the room along with my T-shirt.He took me in with a long, slow perusal that should have made me self-conscious and want to cover up.With the bruises across my ribs and the road rash still healing on my face and the bandage hanging loose off my palm, I wasn’t exactly desirable.I looked like I’d been dragged through hell, bruised and battered.But, as I saw Griffin watching me like nothing else in the room existed, the band squeezing my chest loosened.
He gripped my hips, kneading gently, and I let the touch anchor me.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.When I opened them again and saw the raw hunger tempered with restraint on Griffin’s face, I surrendered completely to the moment and decided to just do what felt good.
I moved down his big body, dragging my mouth down his chest and across the ridges of his muscled stomach, following the trail of ink and old scars at his pelvis on one side of his cock until my cheek brushed the open V of his jeans.His breath hissed between his teeth as I breathed next to his cock.In reward, it twitched, the length brushing against my nose.
Good.I wanted him undone.I needed something I could take apart with my hands, something I could reduce to raw, helpless sounds, because everything else in the world had been doing that to me for months.But I wanted it on my terms and serving my interests.And I wanted to please this man with every fiber of my being because I knew without a doubt this man would move heaven and fucking earth to do the same for me.
I pulled his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs so he could kick them off the bed.Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I took him into my mouth and sucked.I wanted to draw this out, but the more I tasted of him, the hungrier I became.
Griffin groaned, long and low, his dick pulsing like mad between my lips.“Christ, woman!”He bit out his words between clenched teeth.Good.I wanted him to need something to anchor him, too.And I wanted that something to be me.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks.The rough groan torn from him sent a thrill through me.I loved hearing the sounds he made, especially knowing I caused them.I also wanted to know how far I could push him before he turned into the Alpha male who’d killed that fucking prospect.
His hips rolled up toward me and he hissed out another breath.I pulled back just enough to make him work for it with a soft, punishing drag of my lips along the underside of his cock.I traced my tongue along the vein there until he gave a harsh, snarling growl.
“Veda.”My name sounded like both a warning and a promise.
I liked that.I liked it a fuck of a lot.
I sucked him back in, deeper this time, and his hand fisted in my hair.A tremor moved through his thighs where they bracketed my shoulders, the careful, deliberate way he held himself still while every muscle in his body argued for something else.
His grip in my hair tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I was dealing with.Then he let loose a defeated groan.“Jesus fucking Christ.”The words seemed like they’d been torn from him.Like he’d fought and fought but something inside him finally snapped.“That mouth, Veda.You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose my Goddamn mind!”
I pulled back just enough to look up at him.His head had dropped back against the pillow, the cords of his neck standing out, jaw clenched like he was fighting a war with himself.I dragged my tongue slowly and deliberately up the length of him just to watch his cock twitch and the rest of his body flinch back, like he was over sensitized.
“Don’t fuckin’ stop.”His voice dropped an octave, rough and commanding and absolutely ruined.“Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”
I took him back in, and he let out a sound that didn’t have a name, low and guttural and barely human.His hips surged up, driving his dick down my throat with an almost merciless power.I gagged and he stopped, but he pulled me off him by my hair almost immediately and forced me up his body.
“Fuck,” he bit out, letting go of my hair.“I’m sorry.I --”
With a snarl, I shimmied back down his thighs and sank my mouth back over his cock, this time gagging myself and holding him as deep and as long as I could before I had to come up for air.
“Mother fuck, Veda!Fuck!FUCK!”Griffin’s hands shot out and bunched in my hair again before he seemed to catch himself and let go like he had hold of a hot potato.
So I did it again.When he didn’t take the hint, I flailed my hand up at him until I found one thick wrist.I pulled his hand back to my hair and curled my hand around his, indicating what I wanted.
“I’m goin’ to fuckin’ hell,” he muttered.I must have found his tipping point because the second Griffin’s fist closed around my hair, he took over.It wasexactlywhat I needed.
He fucked my mouth like he hated himself for needing to be rough, like every thrust was a punishment he was doling out equally between us.Deep and relentless andrealin a way nothing had felt real in days.Fuck that.I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt as alive and true to myself and my feelings than I did in that moment.
“That’s it.”His voice was hoarse, like his throat had been scraped raw.“Take it.Take me, Veda.”He sounded as desperate as I felt.The wild hunger in his gaze as he held my hair only made me want to give him more.
I took everything he had, concentrating on relaxing my throat as he continued to fuck my mouth.Tears streamed from my eyes that had nothing to do with anger or sadness.I needed this.Needed the primal handling.
“Fuck, you’re so --” The sentence collapsed.His thighs shook.“Christ, you feel so good.You feel so Goddamn, motherfucking good!”
I made a sound around him, muffled but still so full of lust there was no way he could mistake my sound for anything but pleasure, and his grip in my hair tightened almost painfully.
“Don’t --” His hips stuttered and he held me still.Or tried to.“Veda, I’m gonna -- you gotta --” He shook his head hard, trying to hold on to his control.“Hold still, woman!”
I didn’t move.I stayed exactly where I was and looked up at him and held his gaze with his dick in my mouth.
“Fuck.”It came out broken.Completely broken.“Fuck, I can’t -- I can’t stop --” He shook his head again with a frustrated grunt.“Pull back if you don’t want a mouth full of cum.”
