Illusive

by Nina Levine

  A growl came from his chest, and he deepened our kiss, his tongue growing insistent, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

  I love that I do that to him.

  He pushed his cock against me, sliding through me, but not pushing inside. My pussy clenched in anticipation.

  Oh, God, I want him.

  Now.

  I have to have him.

  I can’t wait any longer.

  “Griff - ”

  He growled again and pushed himself inside me.

  Yes.

  Hell, yes.

  As he pulled back out, I moaned his name, and then he thrust inside again.

  Hard.

  I cried out again.

  I couldn’t stop myself.

  He pulled out on a grunt, and slammed into me again.

  Hot damn.

  I clung to him, my fingers digging into his skin as he thrust in and out. His pace increased, and I held on tighter. My leg muscles would burn for days after this.

  “Fuck, baby…” he ground out as he pushed for what we both wanted.

  What we both needed.

  “Don’t stop,” I yelled out, and he thrust harder.

  And then I disconnected completely. I lost myself to the sex in a way I never had before. It was like every thought that sat in the back of my mind disappeared, and all I could focus on was the pleasure, and Griff, and reaching for that magical place he was taking us to.

  When my orgasm hit, I felt it from head to toe. Every single nerve ending lit with pleasure as it rocked through me. I gripped him hard, and a moment later, he stilled as his release shattered through him.

  We came together, and it was beautiful.

  Unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  If this was heaven, I’d be a good girl for the rest of my life.

  When he pulled me close to him afterwards, and held me tight, I knew I would do everything in my power to make Griff a permanent part of my life.

  It was official.

  I’d fallen, and I’d fallen hard.

  24

  Griff

  Sophia’s eyes widened. “You want me to wear this all day?”

  “Yes.”

  “Goodness, where do people come up with these ideas?”

  She stood in front of me in the bathroom, naked after our shower, and her naivety turned me on so damn much.

  “Trust me when I say that you will love this,” I said as I squeezed my hand around hers that held the ball. Smacking her lightly on the ass, I continued. “Now, go in the bedroom and let me watch as you put it in.”

  She shook her head as if she thought that was the worst idea. “I’ll just do it - ”

  “No,” I said, my voice firm. “I want you on the bed, on your back, legs wide. I want to see your face as you slide it in.”

  She stared at me for a moment, and I was sure as fuck she was going to argue with me over this. And it surprised me that I was turned on by that. Usually, I hated the women I slept with arguing with me. But if Sophia had proved one thing only to me, it was that I couldn’t get enough of her, any way she came.

  Finally, she snatched her hand from mine, and huffed. “Fine, but you’re going to regret this, Griff.”

  I raised my brows. “How am I ever gonna regret knowing that your pussy is being turned on all damn day? And knowing I’m coming home to that? No fucking way am I gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

  She raised her brows back. “Trust me when I say that you are going to spend today wishing you’d never made me do this, handsome.” And then she stalked past me and into her bedroom.

  I followed her, my eyes glued to her ass, and the sexy sway of it as she walked. When she’d shared her heartache over her weight with me last night, I’d hated listening to every word come out of her mouth. I’d do everything in my power to make her believe in her own beauty. If she could read my mind, and realise how often thoughts of her passed through it each day, she’d never again doubt how fucking sexy she was.

  She lay on the bed, spread her legs and inserted the ball just like I’d asked her to do. I watched from the end of the bed, taking in the absolute fucking beauty of her face as she did it. Her innocence was painted across her face like a magnificent piece of art. Sophia wasn’t a virgin, or a prude, or inexperienced when it came to sex, but she had an innocence about aspects of it that was rare to come across these days. The kinds of women I’d previously fucked had tried everything before, so to have Sophia in my bed made me the luckiest bastard around. And the trust she put in me blew my mind.

  I moved to the bed and sat next to her. Placing a kiss to her lips, I said, “I’ll take you to work and pick you up today.”

  She narrowed her eyes on me. “You just want the movement and vibrations of the bike to move this damn ball, don’t you?”

  I chuckled. “I hadn’t thought of that, but it’ll be a bonus.”

  Pushing me off the bed, she stood, and said, “You’re lucky I like you. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”

  I smacked her on the ass again. “Get dressed, woman. I don’t need you arguing with me while you’re naked. We’re already running late this morning; we don’t need to run even later.”

  “I’ll remind you that was your fault,” she said with a mock scowl.

  “Baby, you made us take the longest fucking shower known to mankind while you washed your hair and cleaned your face with all that skin care shit you have in there.”

  She placed her hands on her hips and glared at me. And fuck if her tits didn’t jiggle when she did that, sending desire straight to my dick. “I was regrouping after you made me come three times, Griff. And you didn’t have to stay in there with me.”

  “A man is hardly gonna leave his woman when she’s naked in the shower with him.”

  I’d expected something smart to come out of her mouth, but she surprised me when her eyes softened and she didn’t say a word.

  “What?” I asked.

  “What, what?” she asked as she took her hands off her hips.

  “What was that look?”

  She gave me one of her amazing smiles. “You called me your woman. I liked being called that,” she said softly.

  Fuck me.

  The pure honesty she gave me never failed to amaze and surprised the fuck out of me.

  “I’ll be sure to call you that more often, sweetheart. Now go and get dressed. You’ve got a date with my bike.”

  She shook her head in mock irritation at me, but she did as I’d said.

  And I began counting down the minutes till I got to see her again.

  * * *

  Later that day I headed to Josie’s for lunch. I took her steps two at a time, and met her at the top of them. She sat in her chair and smiled at me. “Michael, what a nice surprise.”

  “I brought some lunch. You hungry?”

  “Depends. What you got?”

  I chuckled. Typical Josie – she never held back with me like she would have if it were anyone else who’d brought her food. “Oh, I don’t know…just your favourite from Subway, but if you don’t want it, I’ll eat it.”

  She stood and swiped the bag from me. “I see that woman is bringing out your sarcasm again. It’s been too long since I’ve seen that, and while I thought I missed it, I may have been mistaken.” Turning to walk inside, she threw over her shoulder, “Be a good man and get an old lady a drink, will you?”

  Laughing, I grabbed cold drinks from the fridge and joined her at the table.

  We ate in silence for a few minutes, but Josie was never good with silence. “I’m glad you two got yourselves sorted out. It’s good to see a smile in your eyes again.”

  “We never really stood a chance against you, did we?”

  She didn’t even blink, but just kept eating her lunch, and said, “I know a good thing when I see it, and as soon as that girl tripped through my front door, I knew she was made for you.”

  “Jesus, how long have you been planning this?” Nothing would surprise me with
Josie.

  She shrugged. “The day she moved in, she came over to ask me if I had any milk. I invited her in and she tripped, and when she got all embarrassed she began rambling – I’m sure you know what I mean by that – and with all the honesty that came out of her mouth, and the vulnerability that fell from her, I knew you would love her as much as I did.”

  I raised my brows. “How the hell did you know I would love that about her?”

  She put her lunch down and stared at me. “I know a few things about you, Michael. Number one – you loved your mother more than most sons love their mothers. And your mother used to ramble like that. And, number two – some woman broke your heart so badly somewhere along the way that you don’t trust women anymore. It was always going to take a woman who bared her heart easily and spoke with blatant honesty for you to even consider trusting her and letting her in. Sophia is that woman, and the minute I saw it, I had to make it happen, because if there’s one thing I want to see before I take my last breath, it’s my sister’s child happy.”

  I sat back in my chair as if some unseen force had shoved me back into it.

  Fuck.

  I’d forgotten my mother rambled like Sophia. How the fuck could I have forgotten that? And everything else she’d said was so damn true. I’d just never realised it or put it all together. What I did know, though, was that Josie was a smart woman.

  I leaned forward again, and placed my elbows on the table. “So the night you sent me over there for gravy powder was a set-up?”

  She scoffed. “Do you think an old woman like me doesn’t know how to make gravy from scratch? My boy, for a smart man, there are times you are easily manipulated. I only hope Sophia works that out.”

  I chuckled. “I have no doubt she will,” I muttered.

  She drank some of her drink. “Bring her to dinner soon. I’ll cook you roast with gravy.” The woman winked as she said gravy, and I shook my head as I laughed.

  Jesus, I could see how this was going to go down, and I wasn’t convinced it was safe to bring the two women in my life together.

  But a man never said no to his aunt. “I’ll bring her over on Sunday.”

  She smiled at me, and I couldn’t be anything but grateful for her.

  Without Josie, I wouldn’t have Sophia.

  * * *

  As I was leaving Josie’s, my phone sounded with a text.

  Sophia: You have no idea how wet I am for you, handsome.

  Fuck.

  Not the kind of text I would have expected from her, but more than fucking welcome.

  Me: I see you’re enjoying the ball.

  Sophia: Every time it vibrates, I imagine it’s you in there.

  Me: Jesus.

  Sophia: Oh, is this getting you all hot and bothered?

  Me: You’re not even sorry, are you?

  Sophia: Not in the slightest. Gotta run…like, literally, cause that shit is amazing.

  I shoved my phone in my pocket and adjusted myself. My dick was hard now, just thinking about how wet she’d be for me tonight.

  * * *

  I was on my way to pick Sophia up from work when she rang to say she’d finished early and a work colleague had dropped her at home. However, she asked me to drop into the supermarket to collect a few items, and while there, I ran into Magan in the car park as I was leaving. She stood a few cars away from my bike with her head in her hands, sobbing. She didn’t hear me approach until the very last minute when she abruptly lifted her head out of hands and stared at me, her mascara-stained face a mask of bewilderment.

  Fuck.

  Dealing with teenagers was not something I was equipped for, but she looked like she was in desperate need of help. “Do you want me to call Sophia for you or take you home?”

  Her eyes flared for a moment in what seemed to be surprise. “No,” she said, her voice catching on a sob. Her hand flew to cover her mouth as if that would stop her from falling apart again.

  I watched as she gulped and tried like fuck to get herself under control but she failed and a moment later the sobs began again. Not being able to help myself, I took the few steps between us and pulled her into my arms. I was surprised as hell when her arms wrapped around me and she sobbed even harder against my chest. We stayed like that for a long time until finally her crying subsided and she pulled out of my embrace.

  Looking up at me, she said, “Sophia’s lucky to have you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because even though you guys have just gotten together, you seem to be the kind of man who would always be there if she needs you.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed because it was true. And then I pushed for more. “Are you gonna tell me why you were crying?” Fuck knew if this was the right course of action, but I was concerned for her.

  She started crying again. Looking up at me through tears, she said, “My boyfriend…” A sob caught in her throat and she stopped talking.

  I frowned. “What did he do?”

  Her body was wracked with sobs as she tried to answer me. “He thinks I’m interested in other guys…and he just told me off…”

  Fear was written all over her face, and I figured I knew the type of guy she was dating – the type who had no issues with pushing a female around. “Did he hurt you, Magan?” I demanded to know, my fist clenching.

  Her eyes widened. “No…well, he did push me up against the wall, but he didn’t mean to hurt me!” She rushed to defend a guy who had no right being defended.

  “Jesus.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “Has he done this kind of thing before?”

  She shook her head. “No, Griff, he’s always been amazing. Like, he’s thoughtful, and caring, and he goes out of his way to always know where I am, and who I’m with so he knows I’m safe. He’s always made me feel special, like I’m the only girl in the world.”

  “Have you got your phone?”

  Frowning, she nodded. “Yes. Why?”

  “Pass it here. I am gonna give you my number, and I want you to call me if he ever does this again.”

  She stood staring at me, not moving, so I held my hand out, indicating she should give me the phone. Eventually, she did, and I keyed my number in.

  Passing it back to her, I said firmly, “Magan, tell me you’re going to call me if shit goes bad. Guys like this don’t usually just do this type of thing once. And you never deserve to be treated that way. Ever.”

  Nodding slowly, she said, “I will.”

  I was only half convinced, but I let it go for now. “You sure you don’t want a lift home?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure, but thank you,” she said before giving me one last glance, and walking away.

  I watched her for a moment, and then headed to my bike. I had no doubt that asshole boyfriend of hers would threaten her again, but I’d be watching to make sure he never got away with doing that shit again.

  Just before I headed out of the car park, my phone buzzed with a text.

  Blade: The Bond hit failed. He’s still alive. I’m aiming to set up another.

  Fuck.

  But at least we had some time now that the trial had been delayed.

  Another text came through.

  Sophia: I’m ready for you, handsome.

  Me: I’m on my way.

  Sophia: If you’re gonna be a little while, maybe I should get started without you.

  Me: Don’t you dare.

  Sophia: But I’m so damn wet.

  Me: Don’t test me, woman. Do not touch yourself.

  Sophia: I love it when you’re bossy.

  I’d just placed my phone away when it buzzed again.

  Sophia: That being said, I also think you kinda like it when I defy you…

  Jesus fuck.

  I was beginning to think she didn’t need any help from Josie to learn all about the fine art of male manipulation.

  25

  Sophia

  Griff stalked into my house with a determined look on his face. I sucked in a breath at the level of bossy that
was radiating from him today.

  I stood in my kitchen as he came down the hall, and my core clenched when he hooked his arm around my waist, pulled me to him, and growled, “Those text messages of yours today have earned you a lot of punishments, Sophia. Punishments that I may spread across days.”

  Letting me go, he backed me up against the wall, and bent his lips to mine. His kiss was long and deep, and it had a sense of urgency to it. I moved my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt to take it off, but his hand stopped me. Lifting his face from mine, he said, “Not yet.” His voice had that bossy tone to it that signalled he meant business so I moved my hand away from him.

  His gaze dropped to my chest, and he began unbuttoning my blouse. He undid it effortlessly, and a moment later opened it to reveal my body to him. Sliding my blouse over my shoulders, he let it fall to the floor as he bent his face to my breast. He pushed the cups of my bra to the sides and took one of my nipples in his mouth.

  I dropped my head back against the wall and closed my eyes as he ran his lips and tongue over my skin. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I let out a soft moan.

  He reached around and undid my bra, letting it join my blouse on the floor. Then he moved his hands to my skirt and stripped me of that, too. Finally, I stood in front of him naked except for my panties.

  Dropping to his knees, he spread my legs apart and ran his hands up the insides of my legs until he reached my pussy. One hand then slid around to cup my ass, while he slipped his other hand into my panties to run his fingers through my wetness.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he said before pulling my panties down.

  When he had them off me, he stood and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He then stripped out of the rest of his clothes, never taking his eyes off me. Once he was naked, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into my bedroom.

  He placed me on the floor, sat on my bed, and pulled me across his knees, my head on my bed, and my ass in direct line of his hand. The rough movement caused the ball inside me to vibrate, sending sparks of pleasure through me. Then he rubbed my ass, and growled, “It’s time for your punishment.”