Griffin: Bad Boy MMA Romance

by Ashley Hall

  She was gorgeous…fucking gorgeous.

  And she was wet.

  The front of her panties were dark with arousal for me, and my cock jumped at the sight. She liked being treated like this.

  Being punished.

  Brusquely, I cupped the heat between her legs and she cried out sharply as I rubbed back and forth. “This is mine, Sadie.” I was staking my claim—and I had no plans to need to do it a third time. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it. But first…” With my grip on her hair, I forced her onto her knees in front of me until that hot little mouth was achingly close to my cock. “You’re going to make things up to me, aren’t you?” With my free hand, I stroked myself, just brushing the tip of my dick over those cherry lips. “A whole week without that sweet pussy. You made me lose my mind. I almost lost the fight,” I growled, mesmerized by the almost adoring light in her eyes as she watched me jack myself against her mouth. “So you’re gonna suck this cock until I’m satisfied, aren’t you?”

  When she nodded eagerly, I almost lost it right then.

  My sweet little Sadie wanted this just as much as I did—and she’d been hiding it from me all this time.

  When she opened her mouth to take my dick in, I groaned. Hot, wet, eager, her tongue slid from the tip and over each ridge beneath as I took hold of her hair with both hands, pressing deep.

  To my shock and fucking disbelief, she took it all. She took me down her throat, her fingers curling into my hips for more.

  Like I was going to deny that.

  I did just what I promised. I was rougher than I should have been, but that soft, perfect heat…the sight of her looking up at me as her tongue worked magic on my cock…it was too much. Holding her in place, I fucked my Sadie’s mouth slowly and deliberately; I could feel the muscles in my thighs tensing like I’d gone all day at the gym.

  Fuck. Fuck. It was enough that she swallowed and sucked like I was the finest thing she’d ever tasted, but that she let me all but shove my erection down her throat? That she took it all without missing a beat?

  I’d never wanted to come so badly in my life.

  But I couldn’t.

  Now that she’d gotten her punishment, I needed to make her scream.

  When I backed off, yanking her to her feet, she whimpered. Actually whimpered. Like I’d taken away her favorite candy or something. Tossing her over my shoulder, I carried her to the shower, the resounding smack I gave her ass echoing off the tile.

  The moment I set her down in a stall, I turned the water on and she gasped as it drenched her underwear. “Griffin!”

  “Shut up,” I all but snarled, jerking her panties down her legs as I worked her bra down to bunch at her waist. Her nipples were perfect and pink; despite the warm temperature of the water, they perked the moment they were exposed. “Or I’ll put my cock back in your mouth.”

  Her lips parted immediately to disobey, but I cut her off my pressing my tongue past them, kissing her until she was breathless with it, moaning and clawing at me like an animal.

  I liked this side of Sadie. She’d shed that demure, pretentious shell to become a creature of pure need—like hell I was going to deny her. She raised her legs to wrap around my waist as the water sluiced over us and I groaned as the wet heat of her wedged up against my cock. “Tell me you want it,” I demanded, just over the din of the water. “Tell me you need it.”

  “Griffin, please…” She was almost sobbing, squirming against me like a cat in heat. “Please!”

  “Please what?”

  She gasped as I took up another handful of her hair, forcing her to look at me. Her dark eyes gleamed with desire, and the heat from the shower flushed her cheeks a pretty pink.

  I watched her hesitate, struggling with the coy, shy little being inside her that wanted its propriety back. I’d let her have it over my dead body. “Tell me, Sadie,” I growled threateningly, “or I leave your pussy hot and aching, I swear to fucking God.”

  Her eyes flew wide in horror a moment before the words burst from her. “Fuck me! Please, Griffin, fuck me!”

  When I thrust home, she all but screamed my name, her fingernails drawing furrows down my already abused back.

  I pinned her against the water-slick tile with my cock, so deep I swore I could feel her pushing me out. She was scalding, tight as hell, and so mind-blowingly perfect that I had to think of every drill I knew of to keep from coming on the spot.

  I didn’t have it in me to be gentle.

  Not then.

  I fucked her hard, relishing in her cries as she bounced up against me. Every time I pressed into her sweet pussy, she gasped and moaned, water streaming down her chest to pool between her breasts until I had to take a sweet nipple between my teeth.

  She never had a chance—legs suspended in the air, completely open for me. I pounded into her until I felt her seizing around me, until her breath hitched and she came, hard, her entire body trembling. With a low curse against her shoulder, I stopped just long enough to groan at the feel of her squeezing me like a goddamn vice before I let her down.

  I didn’t expect her to be able to stand on her own two legs, and she couldn’t. A small sound of protest escaping her as she tried to catch her breath.

  So I helped her.

  Going down on my knees, I hoisted one of her milky thighs over my shoulder and covered her still sweetly spasming warmth with my hungry mouth.

  She squealed. It would have been cute if I wasn’t hard as nails. I smacked her behind sharply in warning as she tried to escape, tugging at handfuls of my damp hair. Her lower lips were almost sweeter than her mouth, and when my tongue found the decadent little bead of her clit, she came against my mouth again in a gush of nectar that made me groan.

  As much as I wanted to be down there all night, my cock screamed for attention. Rising to my feet, I spun Sadie around to press her breasts against the cool tile and she gasped, her toes curling at the sensation. Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I squeezed sharply to ensure she was still paying attention. If I thought I had exhausted her, I had another thing coming when she pressed her behind back against me, impaling herself on my cock with a suddenness that stole my breath.

  And any sanity I had left.

  My grip on her hips almost bruising, I fucked her until her moans and gasps were all I could hear, until the sight of her scrabbling at the tile for purchase was burned into my mind. When her thighs started trembling, the sweet, delicate inner muscles around me contracting desperately, I knew she was going to come for me again.

  And I needed it.

  Reaching between her legs, I found the tiny bead of her clit to begin to circle with my thumb, my calves tightening as she clenched around me in response. “Come on, baby…let me feel it.” I nipped at her neck, each thrust making her whimper. “Come on my cock one more time. Come for me, Sadie.”

  She didn’t disappoint me. Rising onto her toes, Sadie seized so tight on my next thrust that I saw stars. Groaning her name against her shoulder, I pressed her against the wall as I came inside her in long, hot spurts that rendered me mindless for a full five minutes afterward.

  I fucking saw stars. Stars.

  When I finally came back down, it was to Sadie’s trembling form pressed against mine. I sagged against her, all but pinning her smaller form against the shower wall, and when we released, a low curse escaped me. “Fuck.” I propped myself up on an arm to allow her to breathe and she groaned softly. “You alright? Did I hurt you?”

  She shuddered before turning her head to look back over her shoulder with a lazy, breathtaking smile. “God, you hurt me so good.”

  Goddamn but the words were enough to make my cock jerk in interest all over again. When she felt it, Sadie sucked her breath in between her teeth. I’d created a monster. “Jesus, Sadie.”

  I pulled out of her, thoroughly enjoying the sight of my come staining her thighs before my hand cracked against her already red ass sharply, making her jump. “Keep talking like that and I’
ll give you another fucking helping.” Taking her arm more gently, I pulled her beneath the still warm spray as both our bodies cooled, running my hands over her soft skin.

  I’d missed her.

  She gazed up at me silently, with a well-fucked expression I was more than glad to have put there, until both of us were relatively clean. I took a moment to indulge, taking in her kiss-swollen lips, her still perked nipples, and the trembling of her thighs before swallowing a groan.

  We needed to get home. ASAP.

  Shutting off the water, I tugged her from the shower. “Come on.”

  Her honey eyes widened. “I don’t have any clothes! Where are we going?”

  I found a clean towel, wrapping it around her as I cut off her protests with my mouth, kissing her until she was soft and compliant against me. “Back to my place.” I nipped at her lower lip before sucking it lingeringly. “I need to unwind.” I kissed at her jaw, admiring the pockmarks I’d left, before biting her shoulder so she trembled. “And I’m going to need more of this,” I dropped the towel to expose one of her breasts, lapping at a nipple briefly, “this,” my hand dipped between her thighs to find her still wet and dewy and she mewled in pleasure, “and this,” I kissed her again deeply, until I was satisfied that she couldn’t think straight, “to help me do it.”

  I loved that look on her face. She’d been screaming literally ten minutes ago and now she blushed bright red as if I hadn’t just had my face buried between her silky thighs.

  I dressed her in one of my practice shirts and shorts—far too big for her, but they would do for now—and merely rolled my eyes at her protests against leaving her drenched underwear behind. “They’ll only get in the way.”

  Zipping up my jacket, I took her hand to lead her firmly from the locker room.

  Immediately, the press was all over us. Camera bulbs flashed and questions flew, but I couldn’t care less. I had one thing on my mind as I shoved through them, and that was getting Sadie to where I could have her all to myself. I shoved my fucking temper down as we made our way out of the building and to the waiting car before I shoved her inside.

  When I joined her, it was blissfully silent.

  Sadie just stared at me, her eyes wide. “We’re going to be all over the papers tomorrow. Again.”

  The side of my mouth kicked up as I tugged her into my lap. There went that flush again. “Sweet, the way you were screaming, I don’t think we’re going to need a fucking news bulletin to inform on what we were doing.”

  She was cute, hair still damp, face flushed. “That was your fault.” She tried to pluck up a little courage now. “I just came to talk and you…you—”

  “Fucked the bejeesus out of you.” I cut her off curtly. “Consider it the second of many.” Leaning forward, I shifted her to reach down and pull a bottle of champagne Riley had thoughtfully placed in the cooler in anticipation of my victory. He had never doubted me, at least. “I think next time I’m going to pour this all over you and lick it off so you’re all sticky sweet. Then you’re going to bounce on this dick until you can’t see straight. What do you have to say to that, Miss Warner?”

  I’d never get tired of that shocked, affronted look on her face. Like she didn’t love it.

  That particular time, however, her expression was edged with a bit of mischief. A bit of the new, darkly sexy Sadie that threatened to make me ruin the expensive limo’s interior. “Can I get started ‘winding you down’ now, then?”

  Before I could answer, she’d already slipped to her knees between my legs on the floor of the car, and nimble fingers were reaching for my very interested cock.

  By the time she took me in her mouth, every single protest had slipped my mind. Fuck the paparazzi. Fuck the driver, who was probably going to have some damn interesting stories to tell his wife.

  All that mattered was the gorgeous vixen between my legs and how, inexplicably, I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Sadie

  I had no idea what had come over me.

  Well, I suppose that wasn’t exactly true. Griffin had come over me. When he was around, my brain tended to scramble and my body overheated. Everything I had been taught about holding out, how to be ladylike and let a man come to you…all that was forgotten.

  I wanted him, every part of him. His kiss, the musky taste of his skin, how helpless he made me feel…it was like a drug.

  At least until I recovered my head a bit.

  The salty, male taste of him was still in my mouth as we slid out of the car in front of a high-rise apartment building in downtown. I stared up at it, slightly awed as I took in the glistening column of crystal and steel. I’d seen the building going up over the past few years and thought about how luxurious it must be. It was a multi-billion-dollar number funded by one of the mot moneyed architects in the city.

  And, apparently, Griffin lived on the top floor.

  “Sweet Sadie.” He breathed against my neck as I gazed up at the structure in awe. “Let’s get you comfortable upstairs.”

  Knowing Griffin, comfortable might mean anything from flat on my back to actually sleeping. It had been a long day, but the wanton part of me hoped that he wasn’t done with me just yet.

  I didn’t know quite what to say on the way upstairs in the elevator, and Griffin must have noticed my quiet. One of his muscular arms wound around my waist to pull me close as he tipped my face up to look at him.

  Why I was so suddenly bashful, I didn’t know. I’d had the man’s cock all but jammed down my throat less than ten minutes ago and now I didn’t know what to say?

  In all honestly, I was still reeling from our encounter in the locker room. “Something the matter?”

  Slowly, I shook my head, embarrassed to feel my cheeks flushing. Had I suddenly become bipolar? I went from being hot for the man to being embarrassed because I wasn’t sure how to feel at all. “I just…well…I…” I swallowed thickly, trying to figure out if there was any way to rescue myself from seeming like a complete wanton. “Griffin, I don’t usually…do this. I’m not the type of girl who jumps into bed with guys…who…”

  “Blows guys in the back of cars?” If I had been pink before, now I was scarlet. But the look on Griffin’s face somehow wasn’t mocking. If anything at all, it was almost like he was…fond of me. “Sadie, trust me, I know exactly what kind of girl you are.”

  The elevator dinged on the top floor and before I could step out, Griffin wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me into the air.

  I had to admit, even though I didn’t want to be, I was impressed. The masculine way the man threw me around was more than a little gratifying for my sex drive—and it also unleashed a part of me that made me feel more woman than any man I’d ever been with before. “So…what kind of girl am I?” I managed, as he carried me down a long hall with plush red carpet and only three single doors. His was the last one, and he shifted me to one arm for long enough for him to unlock it.

  When he opened it, he carried me in without hesitation to set me on the first available flat surface—which happened to be a marble countertop in the foyer. My seat placed me at about eye level with him so he could cup my face, brushing his thumb over already kiss-swollen lips. When he spoke, his green eyes burned into mine. “You’re mine.”

  He took me right there, with little pretense, if any at all.

  Griffin took a handful of my hair, pulling my neck taut in a motion that sent butterflies of anticipation winging through my system. He kissed and bit his way down he column of my neck until I was all but trembling with want for him.

  And then, with a complete lack of ceremony, he shucked the shorts down my legs, leaving me naked on his counter from the waist down.

  It didn’t take much rearranging for him to free his own erection from his pants, and when he pushed into me, I was wet and willing.

  I wondered if it was within Griffin’s capacity to be gentle during sex. Every one of the few guys I’d been with before him held me close and told me how beautiful t
hey thought I was. There was a lot of lovemaking, caressing and intimacy.

  Griffin’s brand of loving was hard, almost punishing. Each thrust of his hips against mine drove my ass into the counter and cleaved deep enough to make me gasp. It was so delicious, so hot and depraved that I barely had a split second to wonder if it was right or not. Griffin made me forget all the preconceived notions I had about sex until I was forced to just feel.

  Within minutes, I was clawing at him, moaning his name, all but begging him for release as he pounded me into the surface, and when he gave it to me, I screamed. It was like I was coming apart and there was nothing I could do but let it happen and trust him not to drop me.

  We moved to the couch after that, and I lost what little clothing I had left. Under the pretense of wanting to “look at me,” Griffin had me stretch out on top of him and let his hands roam where they would. Of course, that was the point at which the shy, demure, uptight part of me left and I just let the man do whatever he damn well pleased.