Griffin

by Marie James

  She frowns when I clasp my hands over hers. “I want you.”

  “Jesus,” I hiss, trying for some level of control. “I didn’t tell you all of those things just to get you in bed.”

  “I know.” Her hands drop as she takes a step back. Her cheeks pink again, but it’s not from embarrassment this time. She feels rejected, and I know just how much that sucks. I was presented with it more than once from her back at the cottage.

  “Look at me.” She doesn’t so I’m forced to close the distance she’s put between us and lift her chin. “Please don’t do that. Don’t ever think I don’t want you. I’m just trying to tell you there’s no pressure. Just because we’re here, or because we both get naked doesn’t mean you’re obligated to do anything sexual with me. I couldn’t bear it if we did something that you later regret.”

  “Do you love me?” Her eyes search mine.

  “Of course I do.”

  A slow smile spreads across her face.

  “Then I won’t regret anything.” She presses her hand to my bare chest as she looks up at me with seriousness. “But maybe hold off on the spanking the first time.”

  I belt out a laugh and drag her against my chest. “You have my word. No spankings.”

  “Yeah,” she agrees as she steps back and her fingers find my fly once again. “I don’t think I’m into that super kinky kind of stuff.”

  “Super kinky?” I ask in a playful tone to match hers. “I’ll keep that in mind. What are your thoughts on dildos and clitoral stimulators?”

  She gasps, but I catch her before she can back away this time.

  “It’s a joke, baby.” I distract her when my hands shove down her sleep shorts. “No panties either? Maybe you do have a kinky side.”

  “I don’t.” She shakes her head feverishly, and the innocent way she watches my face, makes my cock jerk in my boxers. “I felt like such a dirty girl leaving the house. Like everyone over there knew I wasn’t wearing underthings.”

  “Good. Now I have a reason to get you clean.”

  She squeals when I lift her, turning the water on and letting the frigid blast hit her back when I climb into the shower.

  Chapter 38

  Ivy

  “Fuck,” Griffin groans when I reach for him again. “It’s clean.”

  “Did you forget what you just did to me already?”

  I grin wickedly when his hand flutters over mine as I stroke down his length. He wants to stop me, but at the same time, I don’t think he really does.

  “Ivy, I’m going to come.”

  “Prove it,” I taunt and grip him harder.

  I still can’t get over the softness of his skin covering his steel-like length.

  “Jesus,” he huffs as his erection jerks in my hand.

  I watch in awe as he finds his release, and his legs begin to tremble before he’s even done. I felt the exact same way when he knelt in front of me just moments ago and put his mouth on me. It took long moments of him holding my legs before I was certain enough to stand on my own.

  “It’s only fair,” I tease, my mouth hovering over his.

  “That was amazing,” he praises, and the approval in his tone makes me smile from the inside out.

  “And now the cleanup.” He lathers his hands and runs them over my lower stomach and the fronts of his legs.

  “It wasn’t enough,” I pout as I look down at his still straining length.

  “I’m always hard around you. I’m just not wearing jeans tight enough to mask the erection.” He sprays water over my soapy skin. “It was enough. Promise.”

  He turns off the water, and with a guiding hand under my elbow, he leads me out of the shower. I only plan to dry him off, but my hands have other ideas as I wipe away the water droplets dotting his tan skin.

  “I can’t keep my hands off you,” I complain, even though it’s no hardship to run my hands over every inch of his defined muscles.

  “I want your hands on me.”

  He turns me, pulling the towel from my hand and returning the favor. The drying stops suddenly when his lips find my nipple. We groan in unison as he tugs it with his teeth.

  “Why does that feel so good?”

  “Because it’s me,” he says, and I feel a rush of embarrassment with the realization that I asked the question out loud.

  “I want you.” I repeat the words from earlier, hoping he’ll actually take me up on my offer. I’m not going to pressure him into it though, knowing he’d never do that with me.

  “You got me,” he says just as he drops the towel and lifts me from the floor.

  The cold of his room replaces the steam we’ve built in the bathroom when he swings open the door and carries me to his bed. I expect him to toss me on the mattress, but he gently lays me out, covering me with his own body.

  “It’s cold in here,” I lie in an attempt to cover the tremble I can’t seem to control with knowing we may actually take this further than we’ve gone before.

  “Let me warm you up.”

  Griffin settles between my thighs, and even though his mouth is working down my neck and over my shoulder, all I can focus on is the heat of him between my legs.

  Fear strikes me when his mouth pulls back, and I realize he may be thinking about stopping.

  “Please, don’t,” I beg.

  “We can’t.”

  “We can,” I assure him.

  “Ivy I didn’t plan for this.”

  “Some of the best things happen when you aren’t making a plan for them,” I argue.

  “I don’t have protection.” I blink up at him, not fully understanding. “Condoms.”

  His clarification makes me feel like an idiot, and then the flashes of the used ones on the floor of the cottage makes me cringe.

  I try to turn to crawl out from underneath him, but the second I move, his erection settles right where I wanted it moments ago, and I’m struck dumb. I nibble my lip, worrying over the tender flesh as I formulate the best way to bring up a crazy idea.

  “We don’t need a condom,” I say.

  “What?”

  “No condom,” I repeat.

  “That’s dangerous,” he warns, but the length between my legs jerks, liking the idea immediately.

  “Surely I won’t get pregnant the first time.”

  “And if you do?”

  I grin up at him. “Then I hope it’s a girl, so Amelia has a cousin to play with when they get older.”

  “You want babies with me?”

  “I want everything with you,” I assure him.

  “I think this is a bad idea.”

  I frown at him but do my best to reel it in.

  No pressure, I remind myself. Don’t be unfair.

  “We don’t have to.”

  “I want to, though. That’s why it’s such a bad idea.” He presses his lips to mine. “I already have pre-cum leaking from my cock with just the idea of getting you pregnant.”

  “I don’t want to get pregnant,” I clarify. “I just don’t think the chances are high the first time.”

  “Are we really having this conversation while we’re naked and my dick is only a couple of inches from penetrating you?”

  “If we can’t talk at a time like this then…” I shift my hips, rubbing the slickness between my legs on him.

  “You have a point,” he moans before his own hips shift. He hits that perfect spot at the top of my seam, and I groan in turn.

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Yes,” I pant, but the shaking is renewed, and this time I can’t lie about it.

  “Then why are you shaking? I won’t be mad. We have all the time in the world. We don’t have to do this tonight.”

  “I’m afraid it’s going to hurt,” I admit.

  “It will.”

  My face falls. “You can’t even lie or downplay the pain?”

  He chuckles before nuzzling his nose down my cheek. “I’m not going to lie to you. Ever. You may not like the truth, but I’m
not going to sugarcoat something this serious just so I can convince you to let me slip inside of you.”

  “Slip inside,” I repeat. “That sounds so dirty but perfect at the same time.”

  He swallows thickly. “Yes or no?”

  “You don’t care that we don’t have a condom?” I check again to make sure he doesn’t feel pressured.

  “I’m ready for all outcomes if we don’t use one.” His lips twist. “Well, Kincaid will kill me, but what a way to go.”

  We laugh together.

  “I want this.”

  “Me too,” he agrees. “Fast or slow?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “Do you want me to go slow, or just get the hard part over with quickly?”

  “Fast,” I tell him, and it only takes a swift shift of his hips, and he slams inside of me. “Slow!”

  Tears burn my eyes as I squeeze them closed. Griffin is still inside of me as he brushes reassuring kisses across my cheeks and my lips. He whispers soothing things, telling me how much he loves me and how honored he is to share this with me.

  “Ow, ow, ow,” I hiss when he flexes his hips, dragging back just a few inches. “It stings.”

  I thought first times, especially when you wait for the man you love were supposed to be magical and amazing. This doesn’t feel anything like the awesomeness he performed earlier with his mouth.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “You feel bigger than you look.”

  He chuckles, the rush of his breath washing over my sensitive skin. “I don’t know how to take that.”

  “You’re so big. Like huge inside of me. I feel like I’m splitting open.”

  “You say the sweetest things,” he murmurs

  I feel his abs tensing, and I know he’s going to move. I prepare for the pain, but I’m pleasantly surprised at the hint of pleasure I feel when he shifts his hips back.

  “Oh,” I pant, hardly able to keep the amazement out of my voice. “That wasn’t so bad.”

  “Wasn’t so bad?” He laughs again, but I can tell that he’s straining with the need to move. “Way to build me up before knocking me down.”

  “Okay,” I hiss when he pushes back in. “I don’t understand people enjoying this. I guess just get it over with.”

  He pulls all the way out, and the long slow drag of him as he pulls free sets me on fire, and not in a bad way.

  “Just get it over with? Ivy look at me.” I obey his command. “I don’t want to do this if you don’t. This isn’t some sort of punishment.”

  “Do that thing again.”

  “What thing?”

  “When you pulled out it felt really good,” I smile up at him.

  “You realize I have to push in before I can pull out, right?”

  “I’m well aware of the laws of physics, Griffin.” I reach for him. “Just put it back in.”

  “You’re going to give me a complex,” he grumbles, but he shifts his hips closer to me.

  “You seem to be doing fine.” I wrap my hand around his thickness for emphasis.

  “Are you sure? Maybe you should be on top, so you can control the speed and depth.” He mewls when I lift my hips, forcing the tip of him inside of me. “Jesus, baby.”

  “It didn’t hurt as much that time,” I tell him. “Now, just go slow.”

  He finds a rhythm, and somehow the twinge of pain I feel when he pushes in is masked by the anticipation of him pulling out. I say so many filthy things, things I can’t bear to repeat, but how this went from near torture to absolute bliss, I’ll never know. Now I know why Gigi and Delilah sneak off as often as they can to find some place to do this.

  “Fuck,” he hisses again. “I’ve never felt anything better. Kiss me.”

  His lips hit mine the second his deft fingers find my clit. The sensations are overwhelming, so much so that I can hardly tell if I’m coming or going.

  “I’m coming,” I decide out loud when my inner muscles clench rhythmically, working harder than they ever have before to squeeze him. His dick is much thicker than his probing fingers from earlier, and I’m well aware of how sore I’ll be tomorrow.

  “Fuck, Ivy. Really?” He flexes his neck forward so he can see where we’re joined. “That feels amazing.”

  All I can do is whimper in pleasure at his words. I can tell him later when words aren’t lost on me how happy I am that I make him feel good.

  “Oh, God,” he moans as he slips free from me. The next second his cum is landing in hot spurts on the flat of my stomach. “Damn that’s hot.”

  Like a tickling feather, I feel the wetness slide over my sex.

  “Nope,” he says with a huff before his finger slides from my opening up over my clit.

  I jerk with the added sensation. “What are you doing?”

  “I didn’t want any sneaking in there.”

  He wipes his finger across my stomach, and all I can do is glare at him.

  “So much for romance,” I mutter.

  “You want romance?” I nod. “Then don’t look down at the sheets.”

  “What?”

  He’s off the bed and running to the bathroom a second later. Of course, I do exactly what he tells me not to, but the small amount of blood on the fabric is to be expected.

  “Here’s your romance.” Griffin lays across the bed and wipes a warm wet washcloth over my stomach.

  “That’s not going to be enough,” I tell him, but he just keeps on wiping up his mess.

  When he’s certain I’m clean, he keeps the washcloth on my skin, but he rests his head on his hands.

  “Tell me the truth. Was it okay?”

  “Yeah,” I tell him truthfully. “It was amazing.”

  Banging on the door startles both of us, and Griffin moves into action, covering my body with his and tugging the blankets up to our chins.

  “I thought you locked the door,” I hiss.

  “I did,” he assures me before turning his head toward the door. “Yes?”

  “Ugh, bro?” We both sigh in relief at the sound of Cannon’s voice on the other side of the door. “Mom and Dad just pulled up in front of the clubhouse, so I don’t advise doing that again since they’re home.”

  I pull a pillow over my face and die of embarrassment.

  Chapter 39

  Griffin

  “Are you going to stay under there all night?” I tap on Ivy’s arm when her only response is a grumble of words that I can’t understand. “What did you say?”

  The pillow flies down to the end of the bed, and she turns her face to glare at me. “You said we were alone.”

  “We were in the shower for nearly an hour,” I remind her. “I didn’t know he came home.”

  “He knows we had sex,” she hisses.

  “Okay?” I chuckle, but it gets caught in my throat when she narrows her eyes at me. “He won’t tell anyone. Besides, do you think your parents believe you’ll spend every night in my bed and we won’t have sex until we get married?”

  She stops breathing. “Married?”

  I grin at her. “Did you think I was going to give you a chance to get away from me?”

  “You want to marry me?” Her fingers tremble as she brushes her hand down my face.

  I smile wider. “Of course I do. Your dad gave me his blessing.”

  “I love you so much,” she whispers before pressing her lips against mine.

  “Even though Cannon knows what you sound like when you come?”

  Her eyes widen, and I know what she’s going to try before her muscles even move to make it happen. I catch her wrist in my hand and do the same with the other before she can swing it in my direction. Her laughter falters when I pin them above her head. I know exactly what body parts of mine the movement forces against hers.

  “Answer me,” I urge.

  “You are not proposing to me while I have a cum rag on my stomach right after we made love for the first time.”

  “I’m
not?”

  “No, you’re not. I need a story I can tell our children one day without them needing to bleach their ears.”

  I laugh, but her reasoning is sound.

  “Noted.” I kiss the tip of her nose and pull her off the bed.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, but she never gives me any resistance as I pull her back toward the bathroom.

  “I made you dirty; now I have to clean you up.”

  She freezes, pausing to make sure I’m not going to drag her under the freezing water again. Once it’s warm, she steps over the tub. I don’t miss the wince that crinkles the corners of her eyes.

  “Sore?” I feel both bad and thrilled at the same time knowing that every time she moves for the next day or so she’s going to be reminded of exactly where I’ve been.

  “I can kiss it and make it better,” I offer, my eyebrows wagging up and down at a comical rate.

  “It’s—” My cock stiffens as I watch her hand slide down her stomach and even lower until it disappears between her legs. The real pain on her face when she presses against herself brings me out of my fantasy. “It’s super sore.”

  “Let me help you.” With the gentlest hands I can manage, I soap her stomach and clean between her legs. As much as it turns me on to feel her slickness on my fingers, I keep my mind on helping her. It’s almost enough to keep my mind off of my thickening cock. Almost.

  “Do you want me to take care of that?” she offers, pointing at my stubborn cock when I rinse her and take a step back.

  “No, baby. Just ignore it.”

  She nods in agreement, and I can see tiredness setting in on her face.

  “Let’s get out and get some sleep,” I tell her after running quick soapy hands all over my body.

  She nods her head in agreement, standing still on the rug just outside of the tub as I dry her skin.

  “Here,” I offer her the same shirt she wore last night, and she takes it with a soft smile.

  Ignoring the stain on the bed linens, but making a mental note to take care of them myself tomorrow, I pull her against me when we climb in bed.

  “I love sleeping against your chest,” she says on a yawn. “Hearing your heartbeat in my ear is the best lullaby ever. I’m going to miss this when I go back to school.”