He locked his arms across my back. “You’re perfect. I love having you pinning me down. It feels… safe.”
Griffin had spent a long time with no one to care about him. I’d seen pictures of his trial, and the only person at his side through all of it had been his lawyer. That bare little apartment he’d been living in had no photos, no personal touches, when I first saw it.He’s been so alone.
I kissed him again, my desperate lust slowing with the need to show Griffin how important he was to me. “I love you. I’ve missed you.” I mouthed along the angle of his jaw, enjoying the way his soft stubble prickled my lips. “Let me show you how incredible you are. Let me love you.” Sliding down his body, I kissed as I went— throat and neck, the tender hollow above his clavicle, one rounded shoulder, over the trapezius, deltoid, biceps, curves of strong muscle under soft skin. Griffin worked out enough to give his arms gorgeous definition. I ran my tongue across his chest and nuzzled my bearded chin into his armpit until he squirmed and giggled.
“Hold still and let me.” I took a heady breath of his sweaty male scent.
“I should shower.”
“I like you dirty. Clean sweat, hard earned.”
“Something’s hard, anyway.” He arched under me, thrusting his erection against my stomach.
“Patience. I’ll get there.” Maybe now was the time for slow after all. Slow enough to cherish every part of this man. I kissed his pecs, mouthing through the scant silvering hair, then sucked on one fat brown nub.
Griffin grunted, his tit tightening in my mouth as I tugged. He stuffed a pillow behind his head and threaded his fingers in my hair, pressing me more firmly over his nipple. His breath shortened as I used the edge of my teeth, then sucked harder. I let him slip from my mouth and moved to the other side, then lower. Slowly, steadily, I licked and bit and sucked every inch of his broad chest, scooting down as I reached his abs. Firm muscle under a cushiony soft layer there too. Not like my own belly—
As if he’d heard my thoughts, Griffin tugged on my hair and tipped my head up so our eyes could meet. “You’re so fucking hot. Every bit of you. Watching you lying on top of me, using your mouth on me? That’s my goddamned biggest fantasy come to life.” He released my curls to run his hands over my back and shoulders and sides, as far down as he could reach and wrapped a leg across my ass. The glow in his eyes made it impossible not to believe him. Somehow, by some miracle, I was what Griffin Marsh wanted.
I lowered my head, the look on his face almost too much. Instead, I focused on his soft stomach, going back to sucking and biting, licking up each groove from groin to hip, ignoring his hard cock bobbing alongside my cheek except to give it a brush with my beard now and then.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned. “Two inches to your right.”
I laughed, then licked a stripe up his shaft.
“Yeah, there.” His fingers dug into my hair again. “Please?”
Tenderness overwhelmed me. I wanted to give him everything. I eased to one side, braced myself better on knees and elbows, and sucked his cock down. Griffin’s hips came off the bed as he grunted loudly. I coughed and he let go of my head.
“Sorry. You okay?”
“Perfect,” I assured him. “You can pull my hair a bit. I like it.” Then I went to town on his cock, sucking and licking, swirling my tongue around the head, running the edge of my teeth up the shaft, and plucking at the sensitive harp string, then began plunging deep. I developed a rhythm, my throat relaxing to take him. The weight of Griffin’s hands on my head centered me, the taste and scent of him filled me, his gasps and moans were my music.
“Coming!” he warned me between mutters of “Fuck,” and “God,” and I sucked harder.Yes. Come on. There we go.Griffin groaned deep and low, clutching my hair, and came hard. I swallowed down his climax, pulse after pulse as he trembled underneath me. Each shudder of aftershock was my triumph.
I kept up a rhythmic suction until he slumped and pushed my head. Then I let his slick length slide from my mouth and raised my gaze.
“Holy shit.” Griffin blinked down at me, his chest heaving, chin damp, mouth open. He let his hands and legs drop to the bed. “God. Wow.”
And you’re so good with words.But I didn’t want to tease him, I wanted to bask in making Griffin a blissful, fucked out mess. I placed a kiss over his hip.
“Fuck. Get up here.” He grabbed my shoulders and hauled me upward until our mouths could meet. His lips brushed mine over and over in soft kisses that felt like gratitude, tenderness, like the affirmation of far more than a stellar blow job. Then he hauled me into a hug. My face landed in the crook of his neck and I breathed against his skin there. “You,” Griffin murmured. “I never want to live without you again.”
“Same.” I pressed my open mouth to his throat, mumbling with my lips, tasting faint salt on my tongue.
He slid a leg up, brushing my hard dick which jerked in response. “You didn’t come yet. Do you want to fuck me?”
“I’m so close. I wouldn’t last.” And I didn’t want to let go of him or lose the tight clutch of his arms around me. “Just let me…” I didn’t even need to jerk off, although seeing him painted with spatters of my cum would be hot. All I really wanted was this, to lie on him, holding him, his hairy thighs alongside mine, his arms around me, andmove. I thrust against him, my dick finding friction along his hot skin. Again, harder. Again.
Griffin moved his hands to my ass, hauling me down tight. He shifted one leg and the angle improved, my cock sliding in the sweaty groove of his groin. “Yeah,” he rasped. “Come on, fuck on me, come on me, come on!”
The rough command was all it took. Climax hit me hot and hard. I spurted against Griffin’s skin, sliding in my cum as I thrust, pushing harder, closer, hot need rushing out of me. I bit Griffin’s shoulder and froze as the peak exploded through me. Lights danced before my eyes.
Griffin laughed and clamped my ass down. “Hell, yeah. There you go. There you are.” He eased one hand off my butt to hug my shoulders as I shivered. “God, I love seeing you let go.”
I chuckled, nuzzling the spot I’d marked with my teeth. “Sorry about the hickey.”
“Badge of honor. I made Lee Robertson come.”
