“Griffin, please,” she whispered, twisting as if trying to impale herself. He grunted against the glide of her wet heat over his flesh as well as her use of his given name. Not once since she’d walked back into his life had she uttered the shortened version of his name. With his cock kissing her pussy, he longed to hear it, have her murmur it, scream it…
Closing his eyes, he buried his face in the natural cradle between her shoulder and neck, and holding her steady in his arms, thrust deep in one stroke.
Or he tried.
Her flesh resisted him, clutching and seizing as if attempting to repel him rather than accept him. Still… He groaned, his hips instinctively flexing. Her sex gripped him, so hot, so wet, so fucking tight. If he had bruises covering his dick later, he wouldn’t be surprised. Shifting her in his arms, he withdrew and slowly slid back in…and met the same resistance.
Plaintive whimpers penetrated the fog of lust enshrouding him. Hayden shuddered under him, her arms almost strangling him, her thighs quaking around his hips. Fuck, she wasn’t a virgin. But damn if she wasn’t as tight as one. As if she hadn’t…
Oh fuck.
“Shh,” he soothed, smoothing her wild tumble of curls away from her flushed, sweat-dampened face. Stroking the pained lines straining her face. “Easy, baby. Easy. Hayden,” he called her name, firming his voice, placing a hard demand in the tone. When her lashes lifted, and her glazed eyes focused, he brushed a kiss across her trembling lips. “That’s it, baby. Look at me. I wish you could feel what you’re doing to my cock. To me. Squeezing me so tight with your perfect, pretty pussy. I could come right now, just fill you up with my cum. And God knows I want to. But I’ve waited too long, dreamed too much…” Again, he swept his mouth over hers. “I want to fuck you as long as possible. Feel you shake and moan around me. But I got to get in this pussy first, baby. You have to let me in.”
Her breath quickened, the tautness easing from her features as desire softened them. Yeah, she’d always loved when he talked dirty to her. Already her flesh relaxed the slightest fraction, loosening its stranglehold on his dick.
“I want in, Hayden. I’ll wait here all night until you do. It’ll be worth it to fuck you, ride you. Explode inside you, feel you drown me in your sweet cream. I want all of that—I want to give it all to you. But you have to let me inside first, okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed, jerking her head up and down. “I want that. Want you.”
“Fuck,” he rasped, and covered her mouth in a deep, hard tangle of tongues and lips. “I love hearing you say that.”
Slowly, he dragged his cock free of her grasping flesh, and just as deliberately eased back in, groaning as he gained another inch, her pussy granting him deeper access to the heart of her. Again, he repeated the action. And again. And again. Until both of them, covered in sweat, shook and quivered, and he was embedded fully in her sex.
“Goddamn, baby.” He grunted, circled his hips, pressing his pelvis against her clit. “You’re so goddamn sweet.” Pulling free until only the head of his cock remained, he then plunged inside, the stroke smooth, meeting no struggle. Their moans punctuated the air like an erotic symphony. “Ready, Hayden?”
“Oh God, yes.” Her fingers clutched his shoulders, and he shifted his hands to her ass, gripping her taut flesh, supporting her. Then he proceeded to fuck her like he promised. Hard. Rough. Without control, with abandon. Jesus Christ, her pussy sucked at him like a greedy mouth, swallowing him, engulfing him. It was just as he remembered… No. Better. Hotter. Dirtier. More.
The slap of skin against skin. The wet suction of her pussy releasing and accepting him. Her high, keening wails and screams and his dark groans. They filled the room, and he lost himself in them, in her. He pounded into her pussy without mercy, burying himself in her slick walls over and over again, unable to get enough.Mine. Mine. Fucking mine. The litany played in his head on a loop, and he clenched his teeth, afraid in this erotic storm he would utter the damning words.
Electric jolts sizzled in the base of his spine, tingled in his balls, signaling the onset of an orgasm that would make a mockery of every release he’d had in the past years. Needing her to be with him, he reached between them and circled his thumb over her clit, pressing and sweeping over the hard nub.
With one last scream, Hayden stiffened in his arms, her back bowing, her breasts quivering. Her pussy clamped down on his dick, seizing him, milking him. Slamming his fist against the wall, he thrust inside her once, twice, three times and exploded. Over and over he jetted cum, splashing her pussy, filling her. His head fell back on his shoulders, and he shook as the orgasm went on and on, emptying him of everything—his cum, his mind, his fucking soul.
8
“When was the last time?”
Hayden stilled beside Griffin, her hand pausing mid-absent-caress over his chest. After that—what the hell should she call what happened against her apartment wall?—cataclysmic event with Griffin, they’d stumbled into her bedroom and fell to the bed. Only to repeat the event—because seriously it couldn’t be called sex because regular sex just wasn’t that good— again. This time slower, gentler, but just as hot.God, just as hot.
Not for the first time she asked herself what in God’s name was she doing? Just four days ago she’d decided to keep as much distance as possible considering she had to work with him for the foreseeable future. She’d definitely resolved not to repeat the stupid mistake of kissing him.Kissing him. Not only had that resolution been an epic fail, but she’d fucked him. Let him back into her body without even a token fuss. Not even a half-hearted,I don’t think this is a good idea. Nope, she’d just let him pin her against the wall and ride her like one of those horses his grandfather owned and bred.
Jesus, what had she been thinking?
But that was just it. She’d done so much thinking over the past few days—of the kiss, of his hands on her, of his delicious scent, of him with Texas Barbie—that it’d been like foreplay. So when he’d shown up at her door, gorgeous, brooding and almost seething with some emotion that fairly emanated from him, she’d been ready. And by ready, she meant wet. So fucking wet from just one look at his big, hard body clothed in a white dress shirt and pants that probably cost more than her wardrobe, with that sexy bun of thick, golden hair and soft-looking beard that framed his carnal, lush mouth.
For years, she’d been so…empty. Lonely. Not alive. And the fucked up part was she hadn’t realized any of this until she’d heard Griffin’s voice in a Florida dive bar. He stirred something in her. Romantics would call it a quickening; she called it lust.
Maybe that’s why she’d surrendered so quickly. Even knowing come several more days he wouldn’t be there. Because lust was easy—easy to rationalize, easy to walk away from. And the heart couldn’t be shattered because it wouldn’t be involved.
“Hayden?” Griffin stroked a palm up her spine, the calluses on his skin sending a delicious shiver through her.
Sighing, she untangled her legs from his and sat up, dragging her hands over her hair. God, she didn’t want to have this conversation. Couldn’t admit the truth… Although, he’d probably guessed it. And wasn’t that so fucking humiliating?
“Baby.” The sheets rustled behind her and the mattress dipped. Gentle but firm fingers pinched her chin and turned her head. Griffin’s steady, piercing scrutiny as well as the grip on her face refused to allow her to avoid him or the question.
“Three years,” she blurted out, closing her eyes. His swift intake of breath reached her ears, and as heat poured into her cheeks, she jerked her head out of his grasp. She waited for the follow-up inquiry. He wasn’t a fool; he had to comprehend the implications behind the long length of time. And he wouldn’t be wrong.
But the questions didn’t come. But his touch did. Feather light at first. To the top of her spine, the nape of her neck, the skin across her shoulders. Then in her hair, tangling, massaging her scalp until she had to bite back a groan at the sensual and yet, comforting caress. She pressed a cheek to her drawn up knees, locking her arms around them.
