“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath, letting his head fall back.
I slide my hand up and down his shaft before taking him in my mouth again. The way his body flinches at my touch, and he hisses at the contact tells me he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Bobbing my head up and down, keeping a quick rhythm, I know he’s close. I want to see him lose control for once.Only for me.
“Blair,” he warns. “I’m close.”
I hum in response, twisting my hand at just the right angle to elicit a gasp from him. His body tightens and his head falls back against the truck as pleasure races through him.
“Shit. Off. I’m going to come,” he rasps.
With one hand on his cock, I press the other to his abdomen before opening the back of my throat and letting him in completely. Silently telling him that I will absolutely not be releasing my mouth from this moment. In seconds, his cum is pouring down the back of my throat while he simultaneously releases a string of curse words under his breath. His voice is deep and raspy, igniting every nerve ending in my body. Wanting—no, needing—more from him.
Once he stops pulsing and his body goes slack, I sit up on my heels, wiping the corner of my mouth with the tip of my finger. His gaze locked on the small movement as he sits there in silence.
Something flashes in his eyes, and he moves quickly to hold the sides of my face, pulling me in before he crashes his lips to mine. Never in my history of dating or being married has a man kissed me after something like this. I hesitate, keeping my lips tight to avoid him cringing.
He pulls away, only a breath from my lips. “Open up for me. Let me in. Let me kiss you the way you deserve to be kissed.”
My eyes bounce between his for just a brief second before my lips are back on his. I pull my body forward to straddle his bare legs to deepen the kiss. His mouth suctions to mine like he needs this more than air. Like he wouldn’t survive without this.
I’ve never been kissed the way he kisses me.
It’s primal, mixed with sweet and soft. If that’s even possible.
His hands tangle in my hair, but he pulls away again, “I wasn’t planning on fucking you out here,” he starts, while his other hand trails down my back before landing on my ass. He gives me a tight squeeze. “But I’m not sure I could resist you if I tried.”
“Lose control with me, Griffin,” I whisper against his mouth, letting my forehead fall to his. “I want everything.”
He moves quickly, sitting up while I move to the side, letting him reach for the pocket of his jeans bunched around his ankles and pulls out his wallet to grab a condom. Tearing the packet with his teeth before sliding it on.
I think he’s going to reach for the button of my jeans, but he kisses me again. I melt into him because I can’t help it. I want it just as much as he does.
He releases his hold on my face, but I don’t pull away.
I let my lips linger over his as he reaches for the button on my jeans, undoing them in record time and pushing them down to my ankles, allowing me to kick them off.
I straddle his legs to sit, but he stops meagain,and I can’t fight the groan I let out. Holding me over him, he takes a finger, slides it through my pussy, and my back arches at the sensation. My annoyance is out the window with just one light touch.
“Fuck. You’re dripping for me,” he draws out.
I rest my hands on his shoulders again, hovering over his thick erection. I don’t know how he’s even this hard, this quick. He has one hand on my waist, and the other wrapped around his shaft lined up with my entrance. Just as I’m about to slide down, he swipes the tip across my clit one, two, three times, forcing my hold on his shoulders to tighten at how good it feels before he presses the tip of his cock inside of me.
“I—Shit,” I stutter, unable to find the words for the pleasure that’s currently taking over my body. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“You can take it, sweetheart.”
His voice reverberates in my body, and I stare at him. My breathing feels rapid and labored the longer I keep eye contact with him. Knowing I’ve never wanted something the way I want this with him.
“Breathe for me, Blair,” he whispers. “Relax for me.”
I refuse to avert my gaze as I settle on him, pushing him deeper and deeper into me until he’s as far as he can go. My mouth opens at the sensation, feeling him through every inch of my body as his cock stretches me.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
I can’t move. I can’t even see straight because Griffin Barlow has taken every single part of me and turned me into a puddle on his lap.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
