by Fallon Hart
My breathing grew shallow and my lower belly flipped, creating more wet between my legs. Griff nudged my feet aside. I blushed as his gaze fixated on my sex.
His jaw clenched and I watched his cock strain against his zipper. He was fully hard again. My inner muscles rippled with want and he bared his teeth in excitement. “Look at that. All wet and glistening.” His gaze flicked to mine and darkened with possession. “We need you on the pill. I want to see my cum dripping from your pussy.”
I shuddered with arousal and he suddenly grabbed my hand, hauling me up onto my feet. “You’re so responsive,” he groaned, cupping my breasts and squeezing them.
I held onto him and tried to focus. “Griff.”
“Hmm.” He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
I cried out. “Oh God, Griff.” I wanted to ask him something. What was it?
His other hand gripped my ass and he began rubbing himself against me as he licked at my nipple.
“Griff.” Somehow I found the strength to push him away.
He gave me a peevish look, not happy to be refused. “What?”
“Does this mean… what does this mean?”
Griff scowled. “It means I can’t fucking resist you.”
“Meaning?”
It looked like he was afraid to say it.
But then he cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my lips, like he just had to touch me. “I want you. I want to fuck you every way you can be fucked and I want to keep doing it until we both tire of it. And it’s too bloody exhausting trying to resist the need.”
No declarations of anything deeper than lust.
Truthfully, I hadn’t expected them.
But I knew, deep in my gut, that Griff felt more for me than just desire. I didn’t want to push him. I wouldn’t. However, I hoped that the more we took from each other, the more we grew to love each other’s bodies, the stronger our bond would become until one day we were just… together.
“I need you now. Again,” I answered. “But not here.” I touched my back and winced. “I got carpet burn.”
Frowning he turned me around and lifted my shirt. I heard him tut as he brushed his fingers across my skin. “Poor darling,” he whispered in my ear. “Your husband was a little rough with you.”
I shivered at him calling himself my husband and turned in his arms. “I like when you’re rough.”
He tugged down my shirt over my destroyed bra and then my skirt.
“You’ll definitely need to get that trashcan emptied immediately,” I said, watching as he reached for my panties.
Instead of giving them to me he stuffed them in his pants pocket. “What?” he said at my expression. “You won’t need them.”
Even if I hadn’t been loud enough for anyone in the foyer to hear me come, I walked out of that room looking so disheveled there was no question what we’d been up to.
I stumbled to a stop, however, to find the foyer busier than it had been and people (including Bryce) standing nosily in the doorways of the rooms off the foyer. Griff put a reassuring hand on my back.
My God, they’d all come out to listen to us!
Griff didn’t sound angry but droll as he called, “Show’s over, ladies and gentleman, thank you.”
Titters filled the foyer as people disappeared into the other rooms. The older woman who had been sitting with her husband in the foyer winked at me as we passed and said, “Oh to be newlyweds.”
I blushed and Griff laughed as we got into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he pinned me against the back of it. “How is it you fuck like a wanton but still blush like a schoolgirl?”
“This is all new to me, remember.” I rolled my eyes at his teasing and pushed past him when the elevator came to a stop and opened. As I stepped out into the hall, Griff grabbed me from behind and pulled me back into his hard body.
I leaned my head against his chest and moved my ass against his hard cock.
He groaned in my ear, his voice rumbling through me like a caress. “I’m going to fuck you on every surface of this apartment.”
I moaned, loving that idea.
“But first I’m going to strip you naked, tie your hands to a post of your bed and fuck that sweet cunt of yours from behind until you cum all over my cock.” He squeezed my breasts. “Do you want that?”
I nodded, barely able to speak with how much I wanted that. “I’ll never get enough,” I whispered, feeling almost panicked about.
“Insatiable,” he murmured. “Let’s see what I can do about that.”
Not five minutes later I found myself naked in my bedroom faced with an equally naked and beautiful Griffin. This man is my husband, I thought as he walked toward me with his tie in hand. He was so powerful with his strong shoulders and biceps, his thick thighs, taut abs, and his impressive cock standing proud and erect between his legs.
It amazed me how all the inhibitions I had in life were utterly obliterated by my desperate need for this man. Gently he turned me to face the bed. “Lift your arms and place them against the post.”
I did and then he tied his tie around the post and my wrists, tightening them to the point of discomfort. “It’s a little tight.”
In answer he plunged his fingers into my sex and I gasped. “It’s supposed to be.”
“Oh.”
Then his fingers were gone and he put his hands on my hips, pulling my lower body away from the bed until I was bent at an angle. My breasts swayed, my nipples hard and tight. Then Griff put his feet inside mine and pushed my legs apart, exposing me.
Griffin’s breathing grew heavy as he gripped my hips and then thrust into me without any warning.
“Argh!” I bucked against him, my hands inadvertently pulling on their bindings.
And then he began to fuck me. Hard, fast slamming of his hips against my ass until the only sounds in the room were our pants and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them, and rolled my nipples with his thumbs as he kept up the punishing drive of his cock.
I thought what we’d done before was fucking but no. This. This was fucking.
Not being able to see his face, relying only on the feel of his cock inside me, of his body surrounding mine. It was dirty and animalistic. It could have been impersonal.
But it never felt impersonal with Griff.
“I’m obsessed with your tits.” His grip on them was almost bruising, his words coming out in harsh gasps. “I’m obsessed with your pussy.”
I gasped, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside of me. “I’m close.”
“Come around me. There’s nothing better than the feel of your tight cunt squeezing the fucking life of my dick.”
At that I promptly came, sagging against the post of the bed.
Griff crushed me against it. I was still shuddering from my orgasm when he lifted one of my thighs. “Wrap it around the post.”
Momentarily shocked, I hesitated.
“Do it.”
So I did. My wet sex was now pressed fully against the hard bed post as I hooked my leg around it and rested my foot on the mattress.
And then Griff continued to fuck me. I pressed my cheek against the post as he pounded me against it, his jolts causing my swollen clit to rub against the smooth wood.
It wasn’t comfortable. For sure there would be bruises in the morning. But right then I didn’t care.
Every hard thrust drove me against the bed but the pressure of the hard wood rubbing my clit with every shift of my body was amazing.
As Griff roared my name into the bedroom, throbbing inside me, jerking and shuddering against me as he came, the tension broke inside me and I climaxed again.
When we finally came down from our high, Griff untied me and pulled me away from the post. Wet glistened on the wood where my sex had been and he smirked in satisfaction.
“That was interesting,” I murmured.
“It was sexy as fuck.” He curled a hand around my neck and pulled me
in for a long, lingering kiss.
When we finally came up for air I cocked my head. “Shouldn’t you be at work.”
“Yes.” His hand tightened around my neck. “But I have other plans this evening.”
“Such as?”
“Fucking my wife until we exhaust ourselves.”
I hummed with pleasure at the idea. “Good plan.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The movement of the bed beneath me roused me from sleep but when I tried to open my eyes they stayed firmly shut.
Ugh, I wasn’t ready to wake up yet.
I heard the rustling of clothes, however, and it threw me right back into last night. Just like that I could feel the aches in my body from my night with Griff.
Griff.
I forced my eyes open, blinking blearily against the light. When I turned in bed I found him standing beside it, dressed in his shoes and pants, buttoning up his shirt. Wariness held me still as he stared down at me.
Last night had been a marathon of sex the likes of which I’d never experienced. It was as if we were never quite satisfied by the last outstanding orgasm, always chasing the next.
Did he regret it?
Griff looked around the room before returning his attention to me. “This room suits you better.”
I smiled at that, pushing myself up into a sitting position. The duvet slipped and I hurried to cover my naked body.
He gave me a knowing look. “No need to hide, Scarlett. I’ve already seen everything.”
“Yes, well,” I gestured to the light blazing in from the French window, “I just wasn’t sure if everything would look different in the light of day.”
Understanding, he walked around the bed and braced his hands on either side of me, forcing me back against the pillow. He gazed deep into my eyes, his expression unreadable until I saw the sparkle of wickedness light them. Reaching for the duvet cover he pulled it down my body, baring my breasts. Those dark eyes of his dipped. My nipples peaked under his study.
Griff’s eyes moved back to mine. “Don’t hide from me. I’m not done looking my fill.”
The words held meaning and I realized he meant for us to continue our physical relationship after all.
I smoothed a hand down his chest. “Why are you dressed then?”
He grimaced and pushed up off the bed. “Because unfortunately Pete sent Xavier with a message that he needs to speak with me immediately. I’ve ordered breakfast to be served in the dining room in an hour. Join me?”
We hadn’t dined together in the apartment for a while. Trying not to feel too pleased about it, I nodded. “Sure.”
Like he couldn’t help himself he leaned down and kissed me. I tangled my tongue with his and moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss with a curse, his dark brown eyes glittering. “God, you make me hornier than a fucking school boy.”
My lips twisted in smugness and to my delight it made Griff laugh. I grinned and shrugged. “If it makes you feel any better I feel the same.”
“Like a horny school girl?”
I bit my lip, considering it. “I was never really a horny school girl.”
“I don’t believe that for a second. You’re insatiable.” He threw me a smile as he walked back around the bed to grab up his suit jacket. His hair was tousled and there was something different about him. Like the tension he usually carried around with him was gone.
He seemed… relaxed.
“No, really. I remember clearly what sparked my… awakening sexuality for lack of a better phrase.”
Just like that the air around him chilled. “I better get going.”
I frowned, wondering at the change in his demeanor. “It was a book. When I was nineteen. The first historical romance I ever read.”
Griff raised an eyebrow, the chill disappearing as quickly as it arrived. “A book? Nineteen?”
“I was a late bloomer.”
“I’ll say.”
“It’s not that I didn’t have… urges,” I blushed. “Of course I did. When I was fourteen Mel snuck a copy of the movie 300 into the house. I’m not going to lie… it was hot.”
Laughing, he shook his head. “I can just imagine you, blushing from head to toe at all those oiled up abs.”
I snickered. “Yup, that was me.”
“So you were really fourteen then when your sexuality was awakened.”
“Not fully.” I shook my head. “I hadn’t ever…” I thought about last night and how Griff had explored every part of my body. It was liberating. There was really no longer any reason to be insecure or embarrassed about sex around him. “Eric and I had obviously… you know… but I hadn’t ever masturbated until I read that book.”
His breath stuttered and he wrapped a hand around one of the bed posts. He suddenly smoldered. I squeezed my thighs together.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanked off thinking about you touching yourself that night at the beach house? Until last night it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He pushed off the post, his expression suddenly business-like. His words were not. “Tonight I’m going to walk into the penthouse office at ten o’ clock. You’ll be there. Naked. Sitting on my desk with your legs spread. And you’re going to make yourself come for my entertainment.”
My breasts swelled and my nipples pebbled with excitement at the demand. He didn’t miss my reaction and murmured a thick, aroused, “I’ll take that to mean you’ll do just that.”
I nodded and then had to clear my throat to speak, “You better go.”
“Yes, I suppose I must. See you at breakfast.”
As soon as he was out of the room I slumped back on the bed and slid my hand down my stomach to the throb between my legs. I couldn’t believe after last night I could still be this needy.
Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and Griff strode in, looking determined. He slammed it shut behind him before advancing toward me. “I knew you’d do that as soon as I left.” He dragged the duvet off my body and I gasped with the thrill. “And I can’t fucking concentrate thinking about it.”
“But your meeting—ah!” I cried out as he pulled me down the bed and then forced my legs apart.
“Pete can wait.”
And then he buried his head between my thighs, his stubble scratching my skin as his mouth devoured my pussy. That’s how I thought about it now. I couldn’t think of it as anything but my pussy, my cunt. Words Griff had growled and grunted throughout the night, telling me he couldn’t get enough of mine.
“Oh God.” My head flew back against the pillow as my fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him into me, urging him to fuck me with his tongue.
He played me beautifully, circling my clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of my swollen pussy. My cries filled the room as the delicious tension coiled inside me near breaking point.
And then he sucked my clit. Hard.
I screamed, coming so hard I wasn’t aware of anything until the pleasure burn of him pushing inside me sizzled down my spine. My eyes flew open to find him braced over me, his teeth bared in need as he fucked me.
“Fuck, how I can want you this much already after last night?” He groaned, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed.
Shockingly, his thrusts sparked the beginnings of another orgasm. I tried to move, to grasp his ass and pull him deeper but he held me down and took what he wanted.
The fierceness of it, and of his need, was such a turn on.
I blew apart around his driving cock and he made a deep, growling sound before he pulled out. “Scarlett! Fuck!” his cock throbbed and then he shuddered as he came. I felt the warmth of his cum and looked down to see it all over my stomach and breasts.
I looked up at Griff and his chest was rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath. His hair fell over his gleaming forehead and he pushed it back.
“I’ll definitely need to shower now,” I teased.
Griff didn’t say anything, his gaze travelling over my body.
&n
bsp; “What?”
He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up. “Just taking a mental snapshot.”
“You’re filthy.”
“You love it.” He swung off me.
And I did.
***
Breakfast with Griff was fun.
That wasn’t a word I’d normally associate with him unless we were actually having sex but that day he was as relaxed and flirtatious as he had been in the bedroom. We discussed the online article in Elite about our wedding and how we’d probably receive a few invites to different events on the fall social calendar so people could get a good look at us.
“Will we be saying yes to those?”
“Some, yes.” He’d leaned his elbows on the table, having finished a full English breakfast. I guess he had worked up an appetite. “I’ve heard back from my father’s lawyers. They’re sending representatives to interview us in two weeks’ time.”
“What kind of questions will they ask?”
“Likes, dislikes, habits. I’m having my lawyer draw up a list of questions he thinks will be included in the interview and we’ll make sure we know the answers. Otherwise, they’ll be looking for a sense of intimacy between us…” That sensual mouth of his had curled up at the corner. “I’m sure we can manage that.”
Even so, I couldn’t wait for the interviews to be over. It was bad enough lying to people at a distance, but to be straight up asked a question and then lie… I’d inwardly shuddered. I wasn’t looking forward to it at all.
Griff had left to return to work but not without kissing me in a way that he knew would make me think of him for the rest of the day. Not that he needed to. I had the memories of last night. Sex in the library. Sex tied to a bed post, and then sex on the bed. I’d barely fallen asleep when he woke me during the night. I’d been on my side and Griff had pulled me into his hard body, my back to his chest. Cupping my breast, he’d taken me on my side. It wasn’t hard and rough like before. It was a gentle fucking.
It had been awesome.
Four times in one night.
And once more this morning.
Who knew?
Sitting day-dreaming when I should have been job searching, I was jolted from the memories of last night and this morning when my new cell rang. It was Amelia.