Griff's Place (Havenwood #4) - Riley Hart Page 0,50
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.”
I kissed his hip bones, one, then the other. Licked the tattoo. Sucked his right nipple, then his left, while he writhed and cursed beneath me. “I don’t know if I want that thick piece of meat in my mouth again or if I want to get off with you another way.”
Griff’s hands held the sides of my face, and he pulled my mouth to his again. “I can’t get enough of this,” he said, and yeah, I couldn’t either. I loved kissing Griffin Caine.
His hands tangled in my hair as we ate at each other’s mouths. I thrust against him, each rub of our cocks together giving me the best kind of friction and shooting me to