by Storm, Sloan
With my arm now free, I reached for his head, the pads of my fingertips getting lost in his thick, dark locks.
Just then, Griff's hand found its way to the bottom of my shirt, where he pushed inside. All five fingers spread across my stomach, the rugged feel of his calloused hands reminding me of those times I'd seen him working, sweating, and oh man…
His hand crept upward, soon finding the edges of my bra. I winced, biting my lip. My nipples turned to fleshy pebbles, like they might burst through the fabric when he touched them.
Griff teased, rolling them between the tips of his fingers, delighting in my suffering. My body bent and bowed with every flick when his fingers dove beneath my bra, at last giving me the sensation I'd craved. He cupped my breast in his palm while pressing his torso against me, kissing my neck, harder and harder still.
I snaked my other hand behind his head, pulling him into me with all my might. Griff let out a feral grunt, half-biting into the exposed flesh of my neck while I sensed him fighting with my bra.
The struggle only lasted a few seconds, and before I realized it, he had me out of it. My shirt followed, and once it disappeared from view, I cradled his head between my breasts.
"Oh God…" My tongue flashed across my lips while his circled my nipples, licking, swirling, and teasing.
While he straddled me, I reached down with greedy fingers grasping for the buttons of his dress shirt. I fumbled with the first one, trying but failing to get it undone.
"Griff, I… your shirt. I can't."
He didn't say a word, just got to his knees and ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere. Tiny pearls glistened in the soft bedroom lighting for a split second before scattering to the floor. With a quick jerk of his shoulders, Griff pulled free of his shirt and tossed it aside. He braced himself above me, planting his two tree trunk like arms on either side of my body.
"Better?"
I smiled at him, reaching for his thick pecs. "Much."
His expression darkened before his face disappeared from view. Griff descended toward my stomach, his fingers hooked around the elastic banding of my yoga pants, and he gave them a gentle tug, downward.
Oh shit. Oh no.
On instinct, I reached for his hands, trying to cover them with my own. The room seemed too quiet, a stillness hung in the air while my fingers shook, trembling over the tops of his.
Was I ready? I didn't know.
While I worried, Griff fondled me, caressing the skin beneath the banding. His fingers moved slow, a reassuring touch communicating more than any words from his sweet lips.
No rush. No pressure.
Lifting my head, I glanced between my thighs to see him staring right back at me. While I looked at him, Griff moved his hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy without a word.
What's it gonna be? Yes? Or No?
Subtle lighting cast a shadow across his face and illuminated the rugged edges of his chest and arms. Every animal instinct I had craved whatever it was he wanted to do, only my logical brain held on that last shred of my chaste identity.
Yes, I'd wanted him that night after the party, more than anything. But in a weird way, I guess a part of me somehow knew he wasn't having it, so I was free to act out, take risks.
Not tonight.
Griff lay there between my legs, threatening everything I'd protected my entire life. There was nothing between us now. No booze and no excuses. Nothing but the choice I had to make. Just then, a gentle breath eased into my lungs and settled my nerves.
Deep down, I'd made this decision that very first day on the trail.
Extending my hands toward his, I gave them a gentle tug, pulling them away from my thighs and guiding them beneath the waist band once again. I arched my hips toward his fingers giving myself away to him.
Forever.
Griff tightened his grip around the waist of my pants and began to fold them down past my hips. The cool air licked at my folds while he moved, inch by tortuous inch. With a final tug of my foot, he removed them and tossed them aside, lowering his face between my legs.
My lips formed an O, and I blew out a hard breath, dropping my head against the mattress with a gentle bounce.
Griff didn't waste any time, grabbing my thighs and spreading them apart. I whimpered, overcome by a mix of anticipation and lust. My hungry fingers lurched for his shoulders, digging into the thick meat of them like claws.
"You're soaked, baby."
Oh Christ.
My hips shook, and for a second, I thought I might climax right then and there. I think I sputtered a response, I don't really remember. I mean, sure I'd fantasized about a man in this position, but when his tongue brushed against my pussy for the first time, I realized the limits of my imagination.
Soon, the wanton lust festering inside of me took hold. I didn't care. Lifting my legs, I crossed them at the ankle, hooking them together in the center of his back while Griff continued driving me to higher levels of mind-numbing pleasure.
Over the next several minutes, he thumbed at my clit, licking and sucking it. Whatever I'd been concerned about before seemed to have vanished, wiped away by his overwhelming prowess.
With a final rake of my nails up the length of his back, I allowed my hands to fall away, gathering up huge swaths of the bedsheets. I held on, thrusting my hips against his mouth while he consumed me, every pass of his tongue bringing me closer and closer to what I'd craved.
"Oh shit…" My hips flexed. "Griff, I…"
My mind raced. With closed eyes, I watched streaks of light pulse, dancing across the insides of my lids. Soon, it would all fade to a single point of focus, that instant when I'd… I…
"Oh… ahhh… Oh God…."
Our bodies fueled each other. Griff devoured me, driving me over the edge into bliss.
"Shit! I!"
I think I screamed. Or cried. Maybe both. What I remember for sure is that I dug into his back, pulling him against my clit for as long as I could stand it. Climax ripped across my body like a tsunami, sucking my conscious mind back out to sea with it. After a final hard contraction, my legs went limp, falling away from his back and onto the bed with a flop.
A fine sheen of sweat coated me while I lay there, eyes closed and trying to catch a breath.
It was around that time, I felt the weight of Griff's body pull away. Opening my eyes, I saw him standing over the bed looking down at me. I brushed a face full of hair away from my eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Just enjoying the view."
Through still blurry eyes, I looked up to see him rolling on a condom. The idea hadn't even entered my awareness, but I guess when you live life like he has, it comes with the territory. He finished in a matter of seconds and eased over the top of me, his immense gift dangling between his legs.
Oh man. What had I gotten myself into?
Griff wrapped his fingers around my hand, guiding it toward his dick. Licking my lips, I closed my palm on it, and he arched his back.
"Mmm, fuck yeah."
It pulsed in my hand, growing harder and longer. While I held on, Griff spread my legs and started to descend until the tip touched my folds, sending a jolt through me.
"I've wanted this since I first laid eyes on you." He edged in a bit. A small breath escaped from my lips.
I let go of his cock and glided my fingers across his backside. Muscles upon muscles stood there flexed and ready - just like me.
"Then what are you waiting for? You…"
Uhhhhhhh…. Holy shit! Oh God!
"Griff!" I gasped, my insides succumbing to a man for the first time. "Oh, ahhh, ahhh…"
He sunk deep inside while I clawed and scratched during those first few moments. Soon enough, the initial pain subsided only to be replaced by a different kind of suffering. The man was immense, and I became transfixed, utterly hypnotized by watching his girth and length. Griff's body arched and flexed while he thrust into my depths, taking everything I had to give.
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nbsp; Within minutes, I began to feel familiar sensations. The feel of him inside, the rhythm of his movements… It wouldn't be long before he had me at the pleasure's front door again.
Griff began to push harder, forcing himself into me as deep as he could go. I whimpered a grunt, determined to satisfy him. My nails found a spot, digging deep into the thick slabs of beef on his chest. He dipped in for a kiss and when our lips met, he gave me a powerful thrust, communicating without a word.
You're mine.
The minutes ticked by, and his effort showed. Fine pearls of sweat gathered on his chest, trickling down the chiseled midline of his abs. Griff blew out a breath after a thrust and grabbed me at the waist, flipping me over and pushing inside of me from behind.
I sucked in huge breath and nearly blacked out.
"Oh fuck!" I grunted, slamming my pelvis into his, desperate for him to cum inside of me.
That fucking condom! What the hell was I thinking? No! No! Condoms are good!
Griff snapped me out of my trance, grabbing my ass cheeks with a vice like grip and thrusting away like never before. I sunk down, my head falling between my arms while he rocked me from behind, every pulse bringing both of us closer.
I pushed myself up, arms straight, and clutched the sheets in my palms with every bit of strength I had. Griff cracked his pelvis against me. Reaching back with one of my hands, I pressed a palm against his thick, muscular thigh, savoring the feel of each contraction.
Soon, I'd had enough, the urges swelling from deep within me again.
"Griff…" I huffed, trying to keep enough oxygen in my lungs. "I'm, I…"
He jackhammered his hips against mine, knowing full well what I was about to tell him.
"Do it, baby. Go. I'm ready…"
Oh shit!
Stretching my arms straight, I cried out and tilted my ass as high as it would go. A torrent of heat overcame me, and I struggled to stay upright while the pain and pleasure of the first orgasm we had together took control. My limbs tightened and contracted, shook and flexed, and nearly sent me into a quivering puddle of bliss when Griff yelled out from behind me.
"I'm cumming! Baby! Baby!"
18
Afterglow Wanted (Lily)
It was early, still dark I think, when he kissed me goodbye with a whisper. "I've got go to Seattle. I'll be back tonight."
After the night we'd had, I didn't know where he found the energy. By my count, we went through at least four or five condoms. I would have called in sick, but I guess when you're the boss, that's not happening. Anyway, by the time I woke up and rolled over, a tangerine glow blazed at the edges of the blackout curtains.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched, allowing my arms to flop into the firmness of the mattress beneath me. Rolling my head, I looked over to where he'd slept, straightening my arm and caressing the sheets. It wasn't hard to imagine him still lying there, his beautiful body twisted between them.
Incredible didn't begin to describe what I'd experienced. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. He'd awakened something inside of me. Something I couldn't control. What had I done? Dragging my hand back, I reached for the sheets, bunching them between my fingers and tugging them to my chin.
He'd given me exactly what I wanted but everything I didn't need. I wasn't angry with him.
Tiny Me had the answer…
Because sooner or later, this sham of a marriage will come to an end. When it does, he will move on with his life without a care in the world.
She wasn't often right, but when she was, it was like a backhand across the cheek. The truth stung. Deep down, I didn't put much stock in his words, the promise he made about being with me. We're too different. I didn't belong in his world. Anybody with two eyes and half a brain knew it.
Ugh! Why couldn't I just enjoy this?
Because I couldn't lie.
I couldn't lie to myself about the feelings he stirred inside of me. I couldn't lie about the way his body made mine feel. And I couldn't lie about how it would all end - me alone, regretting the most incredible night of my life.
"Shit."
About an hour later, I'd made my way to the nearby trails, thinking a run would help. I wasn't out long before my body began fighting back. The second wind never arrived and my legs thudded on the path beneath me like tubes of granite.
Barely twenty minutes in, I quit.
Unlike my body, my mind was the only thing in the mood for racing. I had to slow things down somehow, unplug from the emotions I was having, or I'd never make it long enough to collect the rest of the money.
Yes, I know I said I didn't care. Well, I did.
Anyway, I'd never get the relief I needed at Griff's place. Walking back from the park, I decided to take a break and head home. It would only be for a few days. I didn't see Griff having a problem with it.
I texted Mom to let her know I'd be coming. We agreed to meet for dinner. She suggested The Junction, but I wasn't in the mood to see any of my old co-workers. After getting back to the penthouse, I took a shower and grabbed a few things. Just enough for a couple of nights away. I decided not to text or call Griff since he was busy. Instead, I just left him a note letting him know I was going to see my mom, and I'd be back in a couple of days.
Since I'd moved in, Griff had offered to let me use any of his cars. Until now, I hadn't. After heading downstairs and letting Terrence know I needed one, he took me to the garage where all of them were parked. That's right all of them.
Terrence gestured toward the row of at least eight, maybe more, exotic and luxury cars. "Which one would you like?"
I knew absolutely zero about cars. Only that mine was a piece of crap. But I did know that I'd never seen anything like them before. We walked together and he began pointing them out, one by one.
"There's the Ferrari, the Lambo, the Tesla, the Maybach, and there's the…"
I interrupted him. I wasn't getting behind the wheel of any of these things. "Doesn't he have anything more… Sensible?"
Terrence leaned back and laughed, clapping his hands together. "Mr. Foster? No ma'am."
I frowned at him while he pointed toward something resembling an SUV at the end of the row.
"Down there is a Mercedes G-Wagon. That the closest thing you'll get to what you're looking for. It's probably the least expensive of the toys. A shade under two hundred fifty thousand. Actually, he just took delivery of it a few weeks ago. As far as I know, he hasn't had a chance to drive it yet."
This is crazy. No way am I driving that. "You know what?" I waved him off. "I'm just going to rent a car."
Terrence gave me a vigorous shake of his head. "I can't let you do that, Mr. Foster would flip! I can't risk losing my job."
My shoulders slumped. What if I crashed it? Or worse yet, what if it got stolen when I got home? I looked at the box-shaped behemoth, chewing the inside of my lip.
"I'm going to be a nervous wreck driving that thing, Terrence."
While I spoke, he produced the keys for it and passed them to me. "You'll be fine. For a man like Mr. Foster to lose one of these… That'd be no different than me losing a penny on the street."
I mean, I knew what he was getting at, but it still didn't help.
"Ugh." I took the keys from him. "I'll take your word for it."
He smiled, took my bag, and put in the back before opening the door for me. I got inside and froze. Where do I put the key? The inside of it looked like the control panel of a plane or something.
"Terrence. Sorry to be a pain."
He closed the rear door and came around. After spending a few minutes giving me some basic instructions, I started it up. Terence wasn't kidding. The odometer had four miles on it.
Yeah.
Four.
"All set, ma'am?"
No. He stood there with his hand on the top of the door, probably thinking I was a complete idiot. I blew out a deep breath and looked at him.
"Yes. Thank you for your help."
"My pleasure."
The door closed with a heavy thump, and after a few minutes, I'd backed up and was on my way out of the garage, white knuckling the steering wheel the entire time. Why do they make these turns so narrow?
I came around the final corner leading out, and out of nowhere a huge box truck headed down the ramp, coming straight for me. Oh crap! I stomped both feet on the brakes, pushing so hard my butt came off the seat.
At that instant, the truck driver did the same. While mine stopped right away, his didn't! The screeching of his tires echoed in the garage, ominous gray clouds spilled out from the tires on both sides.
Oh shit, oh no!
Reverse! Reverse dummy! Frantic, I tried to put the car in gear, but there wasn't time. He's was almost right on top of me, the chassis of the truck bouncing up and down.
God, I hoped the airbags worked in this thing! I clutched the steering wheel, closed my eyes, and braced for impact, cursing Terrence at the same time. My heart thumped, pumping a cocktail of adrenaline and dread through every vein. The squealing and screeching raced closer until the moment of impact…
Only it never came.
Shaking, I cracked an eyelid open to see the front of the truck inches away. Beyond that, the ashen white expression of the driver.
It was then I noticed something in the rearview mirror - Terrence running up the ramp behind me.
The truck driver's fear turned to rage in a hurry. Within seconds, he hung out the window, screaming at me. Terrence passed to my left, yelling back at the man. It was impossible to understand through the heavy insulation of the G-Wagon. I looked on while Terrence went and spoke with the driver before returning and motioning for me to roll down the window.
"That's the entrance ma'am."
Of course it is. My elbows hit the steering wheel, and I rubbed my temples. I turned my head to the left.
"What did I tell you? Didn't I say I'd crash this thing!"
"Move out of the way!" The truck driver lost his patience.
Terrence shot the man a look.
"I'm so sorry. Ugh, I feel like an idiot."
A few minutes later, we'd switched seats. Terrence backed the vehicle out and we exited through the freaking exit this time, pulling around the front of the building. He parked and looked at me, giving me a smile.