She nods in agreement, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth again as if she’s fighting the pleasure. I take it as a sign to move faster. My palm is dripping with her arousal as I work my fingers in and out in rapid succession. As soon as I slow down, hooking them inside of her, she loses it.
“Griffin. Fuck,” she cries out. “I think I might come. I’ve never come this fast, so I don’t know for sure, butfuuuck.” She draws out the last word.
Her admission does something to me I can’t even explain.
It makes me borderline feral.
“I recall you coming quick for me at the bar,” I say, working my fingers inside of her, letting my thumb make contact with her clit, hoping it’s enough to send her over the edge.
I need to see her.
I need to feel her.
I need every fucking thing she’s willing to give me.
“Oh my god,” she moans louder. “That’s it. Don’t stop.”
“Didn’t plan on it,” I rasp.
I move faster, harder. Fucking her with my hand and pressing my thumb against her clit, moving in circles. I hook my finger again and that does it. I feel her pussy contract around me. At the same time, I feel like I’m about to come in my pants. I fight the urge so I don’t embarrass myself, but Blair is so hot with the moans coming out of her mouth and the way her body responds to me.
“Fuck,” she screams. The sound echoing in the distance.
I don’t let up as she rides out her orgasm on me. Her breathing is fast and erratic as she wiggles her hips on my lap, lost in her pleasure. I don’t stop staring because I want to memorize every single thing about this moment.
Watching Blair come for me is my new favorite thing.
She’smy new favorite thing.
And just like that, I absolutely come in my pants.
“What the hell was that?” she asks, coming down from her high.
“That was a real man making you come with just two fingers in record time.”
Her eyes widen, and I know my words hit her.
Because it’s the truth.
A real man wouldn’t need anyone other than her.
She repositions herself on my lap, wrapping both arms around my neck as I wrap mine around her waist. My eyes fall closed. I can’t help but realize what I’m holding in my arms.
“Griffin?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Can you kiss me again?”
I don’t waste a second before my lips are on hers. She doesn’t need to ask me twice for something like that. If I had it my way, my lips would never leave hers.
She melts into me as my hand moves up her back and aroundthe nape of her neck, holding her in place and ensuring she doesn’t pull away too soon. Even though she wanted this, I wanted this more.
Reluctantly, she pulls away.
She looks down at me with lust-filled eyes, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
“You’re going to force me to have to come up with a new nickname for you if you keep smiling like that,” she says with a giggle before pressing her lips to mine again for a quick kiss before she stands from my lap. I have to adjust myself in my jeans before standing with her.
