Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
We got out and went inside. I turned on the light and watched as Griff walked around the space. I realized this was the first time he was in my house. When we started hanging out the two of us, I always ended up at his. And when we met as a group, we were mostly at Knox and Callum’s, Law and Remy’s, or Chase and Kellan’s, as they all lived outside of town and had more property.
“I didn’t know you put together model cars.” He walked over to the table and brushed his finger over my latest.
“Yeah, keeps me busy. I used to do them with Doug.” The admission felt natural, even though speaking out loud about Doug wasn’t something I was used to. It felt good, having Griff know, being able to talk to him.
“That’s good.” He turned to look at me. “I’m glad you have that.”
Griff set Grumpy Bear on the back of the couch, and I walked over to him. “You nervous?” I asked him. This was different from before. The blowjob at the bar had been spontaneous, a moment of combustible heat we couldn’t contain. This was a plan.
“No,” he admitted before our mouths pressed together.
I lashed my tongue against his lips, and Griffin opened them for me. I dipped inside, and then he did the same with me, this gentle, slow dance between us.
When we parted, I hooked my fingers in the belt loop on his jeans and began pulling him toward my room. Griffin came easily.
I stopped when we were beside my bed, and turned on the small lamp on the table. Sliding my hands under his T-shirt, I lifted it, and Griffin helped me take it off before we removed mine too. I leaned over, kissed the tattooed cranes on his side, wanting his dreams to come true for him.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” I nodded, then hissed when he brushed his thumbs over the barbells in my nipples. “I like these.”
“Why don’t you taste them?”
I started when Griff pushed me to the bed, then smiled. I hadn’t expected that, but I wasn’t complaining. I lay back on the pillows, and he climbed over me, straddled me, brushed the back of his hand against my cheek and down my neck, making me tremble. His hands journeyed across my chest, down my abs, then back up again, his thumbs rasping over my nipples.
“Fuck.” I arched off the bed toward him. It felt like he was cherishing me, savoring me, like he had some kind of magic he was wielding over me. I’d had a lot of sex in my life, but it didn’t feel like this. I wanted to bust my nut, and we weren’t even doing anything yet.
“This is so different.” There was this wonder in Griff’s voice before he lay down, settling between my legs, and lashed his tongue across my left nipple.
“Fuck,” I gritted out as he tweaked and plucked at my right one, still kissing the other.
I ran my hands up and down his back, dipping into the space at the bottom of his spine, as Griff kept licking and playing with my nipples. I thrust against him, and he groaned before leaning over me and taking my mouth again. Goddamn, he was good. It was like he was teaching me something new, like it was my first time instead of the other way around. Hell, it felt like Griff was wooing me and luring me in, deeper than I’d planned to go, with the simple lash of his tongue.
I wanted more but didn’t want to push or stop what we were doing. I’d always loved the hard press of a man’s strong body against mine, but with Griffin it became this unexplainable sensation, new and raw and relentless.
My cock was aching behind the fly of my jeans. I must have made a sound because he pulled back and looked down at me. “Everything okay?”
“It’s fucking perfect. I’m just going to bust out of these jeans. Are you okay if we take them off?”
“Yeah, okay.” He rolled onto his back, and we both unbuttoned and unzipped our jeans, then tugged them off.
I teased the edge of his underwear, my finger tracing along the band and his skin. “These too?”
Griff growled in response, nodding. “Fuck yes. Jesus, what are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know, but you’re doing the same damn thing to me.” We tugged off our underwear, and I got to see his cock again. A pearl of precome was at the tip. I leaned over and licked it off before saying, “My turn,” and lying on top of him.
I licked his balls, ran my tongue up his shaft.
Griff looked like he was vibrating out of his skin. “You don’t know. Fuck, you don’t even know.”