Chapter 13: Griff

Chapter Thirteen

GRIFF

D inner's good. Mick has lost that angry, sullen look, and he doesn't appear too put out with me giving him a little choking. Lauren is practically humming with happiness. It's giving me a woody, and I gotta control myself around the lil bro. Minus my little head doing its own thinking, everything else seems to be going well. Mick no longer wants to punch my lights out. Lauren doesn't think I'm sleeping around on her. The steak turned out perfect.

"I'm going next door to play League. Don't be messy here." Mick shakes his finger at us like we're the juveniles and he's the adult.

"Wait. You need to clean—" But the door is already banging shut before Lauren can finish her sentence.

"It's fine, Lo." I start to gather up the dishes, but Lo puts her hand on my arm.

"Don't you dare. You cooked so I'm cleaning. Those are the rules of the kitchen."

"That so?" I wrap my hand around her too-thin wrist and jerk until she falls into my lap. "New rule. Kissing and then cleaning. Your brother left for a reason. Don't let it go to waste."

I don't give her time to say no. I seal her mouth with my own. I wasn't lying to Lauren when I said I hadn't been with that other woman, but I wasn't entirely truthful with her either. The full truth would've been that I've never been with any woman, ever. That this is my first time to kiss, to touch, to love. It's too hard to explain to anyone except for Evers since he and I shared the same backstory. Shitty dads, military escape, no women. I'm confident in everything, but I'll admit that this is one area that I have no experience in, so I take it slow, trying to learn from her movements what the right thing to do is.

Her lips are so soft. Her tits, too. They press into my chest as she leans into my kiss. I open my mouth, and she does the same. Our tongues clash. My cock hardens and my vision blurs. I didn't expect kissing to have this kind of effect on me. All of our clothes are still on. My hands are squeezing her waist. Hers are around my shoulders. My dick is swollen and stiff, but it's not touching anything but a metal zip and some denim. I still want to come. I still am fighting off the urge to spill in my jeans like an untrained teen.

I need more than her mouth before that happens. I break away with a gasp and pull at her shirt. "This. Off."

"What about?—"

"No. Off." Don't care about fucking Mick right now. I need her tits in my mouth. I push her hands aside and shove her T-shirt up until her ripe breasts are freed. I capture one pert nipple between my teeth and palm the other. Someone moans. Maybe it's both of us.

I lift her onto the table because there are other things I want to eat. Dishes clatter. I spread her legs apart.

"Oh, Griff, maybe not here."

"Then where?" I say roughly. I'm hanging by a thread.

She points to a door about ten feet away. I give a short nod and lift her into my arms. "How long do we have?"

"He can play League for hours."

"I'll be lucky to last more than a minute once I'm inside of you." Having her in my mouth is like eating fruit in the forbidden forest, and one bite makes me hungry for more. I don't want just her tits in my mouth. I want to taste the swell of her stomach, trace the curve of her hip, sip at the valley of her cunt.

With her in my arms, I stand up and stride to her bedroom. "You shouldn't have wasted your time making your bed this morning since we're about to destroy it," I tell her as I lay her back on the neatly made covers.

"Like pull a couple corners off the mattress or actually tear up the sheets?"

"Is this a challenge?" I want to tear my clothes off, but I know if my dick is released, it'll be inside of her in two seconds. I keep my damned monster zipped up and attack her clothes instead.

"I just want to know what to expect." She bats her eyes at me with fake innocence. Or maybe it's real since she's never been with another man either.

I frown. At least I think she hasn't. "You're a virgin, right?" I ask with my hands on her waistband.

She stills. "Why? Is that a deal breaker?"

"No, but I'd have to kill the man who you were with. I can't have someone else existing with knowledge of your precious body."

"What if it was a woman?"

"Same response."

"I'm saving at least two people then because yes, you're the first person I've ever let touch me like this."

"You're a true heroine."

"What about you?"

I pause again. "What about me?"

"How many people do I have to kill?"

"Zero. I've been saving myself for you." I dive forward, pulling off the rest of her clothes as quickly as possible.

Once she's naked, I take a moment and drink her in. "You're also fucking gorgeous."

"I'm also very naked." She flips the corner of the covers over herself.

I pull it away. "I'll cover you."

I draw my hands down her sides, feeling the shape of her over and over until I have it memorized. The motion makes her eyes droop and her legs part. I kiss her forehead, her lips, her chin, her breasts. I go lower until my mouth is on her stomach and then lower still.

She murmurs something. Maybe a protest, maybe encouragement. I pet her cunt like it's a tiny kitty, gently, until those murmurs turn to impatient moans.

"Griff, if you don't do something—" she warns. Fingers tug at my hair.

I press two fingers at her opening. "This what you want?"

She wriggles her hips until my fingers slip farther inside. "More."

"You're tight, baby." My cock throbs. The feel of her hot juice on my fingers is like a match to the fuse. I could explode at any second.

"I'm ready." She gasps.

I can't wait another second. I rip off my jeans and position myself at her entrance. "I'll take it slow. It's gonna hurt, but I'll make it better."

I nudge the tip inside and then stop. Her body needs to stretch, and I need to get control of myself so I don't ram her so hard her skull makes a dent on the drywall. I push inside of her slowly, the effort making sweat drip down the side of my face.

She shudders. "More."

I nod because I don't have the ability to speak at this moment. I make the last push, widening her cunt until she's swallowed all of me. And then I wait until her body relaxes. Her thighs grip my hips and pull me forward. I start to move, slowly at first, enjoying the drag of my cock against the millions of nerve endings inside her sex.

"Nooo." She grabs my waist when I pull out to the tip.

"I'm not leaving you, baby." I power forward, sending her sliding along the mattress.

She lifts herself up to match my thrusts, hanging on to me like I'm the only sturdy thing in a hurricane.

I use all the power in my body to drive into her, pushing her to the edge. The sheets come undone. Pillows tumble to the floor. Her hair grows knotted and wild. I fuck her through all of it until she's coated with sweat and I'm coated with her.

This isn't sex. Or it's not just sex. It's a promise. I waited for her; she waited for me. Now we're sealing the deal.

"Give it to me," I order. My voice sounds like I swallowed ten rocks.

Her nails dig into my wrist. She swivels her hips higher. I thrust harder and harder until she comes, unraveling around my cock, drenching me with her slick. I let myself go, spilling my seed into her channel, filling her up, making her mine. I cover her mouth with mine, sealing our bond, drinking down her joy. I keep moving until the last spasm leaves her body. Holding her tightly, I collapse onto the mattress.

We lie there in sweaty, awed silence until I manage, "That was worth the wait."

Next to me, Lauren raises her arm. She can't keep it lifted, and it flops back immediately. "I think you sexed all my bones away."

I rub my palm against the bare mattress. "The sheets disappeared too."

"You did say you were going to ruin the bed. Appreciate you following through on your promises."

"Appreciate you acknowledging my efforts."

I allow my eyes to linger over her naked body. She's beautiful from the top of her caramel-colored hair to the tips of her pink painted toes. All curves and mysterious valleys that I plan to explore until I know them like the back of my hand. My cock swells in excitement. Her effect on me is laughable. All it takes is one look, one brush of her finger against my arm, and I'm hard again. I want to be inside her or have my mouth on her cunt.

"You ready to go again or should I get dressed?"

I want to hear "Let's go again," but I'm not at all surprised when she says, "You probably should go. It was a lot to ask of Mick to give us some private time, but he's already very suspicious of you."

"I should've given him more hours at the gym." I roll out of bed. I'd heard some noise out in the living room. Mick's back, and he's waiting more patiently than I'd thought he had in him.

"Maybe your Ducati."

"I'm not even gonna give my Ducati to you," I say as I pull my T-shirt over my head.

"Oh, so that's how it is?"

I plant a hand next to her warm body and lean down about an inch from her mouth. "Because you don't know how to ride a bike, and I'm thinking about your safety, but I'll buy you a car when you want."

She pushes my face away and gets to her feet. "I swear to God if you buy me a car, I won't let you touch me for a week."

A flash of ass teases me before she wraps herself in a spare sheet. I need to build up an immunity to this constant thrumming desire so I can tolerate not being inside of her body for more than a twenty-four hour period.

"You need to stop looking so hot then. Or maybe it's just your smell. Fuck." I stuff my hard cock into my jeans and zip up as best I can. "What are your hours tomorrow?"

"Nine to six."

"Let's meet for lunch."

"Are we actually having food?" She waddles around the end of the bed.

I haul her up against me.

"It can be both, but I'm definitely gonna need to fuck you." I kiss her hard.

"At a deli?"

"Just thinking about you washing my hair is enough to make me come in my jeans. I know you don't have capes at your place for that reason, but it's damned convenient."

"Now that you've admitted this, you can't get your hair washed by anyone else."

"I don't want my hair washed by anyone else. Thanks for volunteering." I give her another kiss before letting her go.

She makes a small disappointed sound.

"I can have you on your back in five seconds," I warn.

"Okay. Okay. I hear you." She hops backward with a wave of her hands. Watching her dress does not help soften my erection. When I get home, I'll have to rub one out, but that's not going to provide much more relief than a piss after having been inside her warm cunt. But what can I do but suffer until lunchtime?

She doesn't bother to turn on any lights, but I do see the person in the living room is a woman and not Mick. Lauren pays the woman no attention, so I ignore her too. "I'm going to come by for breakfast. Don't think I can wait until lunch." I give her another wet, hot kiss. She makes a reluctant sound when I draw back. I rub my finger across her lower lip. "Dream of me, babe."