Of course, watching her in the throes of a self-induced orgasm wouldn’t be so bad.
“I like watching you.” Helen smiled broadly and rewarded him with a brief show, stroking the vibrator along her clit before she returned to her teasing.
“Goddamn!” Griffin gave a hoarse shout as Helen ran the vibrator along the underside of his cock. Helen jumped back at his exclamation and studied him briefly before deciding he wasn’t going to do anything else. Griffin tried to comfort himself with the thought that if he wanted to break free, the flimsy scarves wouldn’t hold him for long. His cock, on the other hand, wasn’t thinking at all and bobbed in response.
Before he could adjust to the teasing vibrating, the room fell silent, alerting Griffin that Helen was moving on to some of the other toys on the tray. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Are you hungry?” Helen turned back to face him with the small bowl of chocolate syrup in her hands. “Because I know I am.”
Eying her, Griffin licked his lips in appreciation. “Starved.”
“What would monsieur like to taste first? Berries…” Helen dipped a finger across her erect nipples, coating the tips with the sauce.
“Or maybe you have a taste for something down south.” Her fingers trailed down her breasts to her stomach, stopping just as she reached the top of her blonde curls.
This wasn’t going to be a hard decision at all. Chocolate-covered pussy always won hands-down. “I’m definitely feeling the need for some southern cooking.”
“Then as your hostess, it’s my duty to comply.”
“It’s about damn time.” Griffin muttered as Helen climbed back on the bed.
She knelt over him, like a sexual goddess, with one leg on either side of him, and her sex just inches away from his eager mouth.
With nimble fingers, she spread her lips with one hand while she pulled her fingers out of the bowl she had set near his head and covered her slick bud with her chocolate-coated fingers. It was decadent, sinful, erotic, and Griffin couldn’t wait to get a taste.
Helen eased to the side a bit to place the bowl back on the table before righting herself once more. Gripping the headboard, she looked down at Griffin and smiled. “Now you just lie back and indulge.”
A woman after his own heart. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll hold myself up as much as possible. I don’t want to put all my weight down on you.”
“Helen,” Griffin growled. “Will you please just sit this sweet pussy down on my face and let me worry about the rest?”
“I just…”
“Now, woman.” How fucking cruel. Being this close to heaven was pure hell.
“Fine.” Helen giggled as she lowered her mouthwatering prize to his awaiting mouth. “Don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.”
Griffin didn’t want or need a warning. He just wanted pussy.
The combination of chocolate and Helen was a dessert Griffin would be requesting for every special occasion. The sweetness of the chocolate and her own spicy musk made the perfect combination.
Griffin’s tongue swept the chocolate along her slit, delicately teasing her folds as she had been teasing him all night. Despite her earlier warning, Helen lowered herself, silently begging him to taste her deeper. He chuckled to himself and dove into the scrumptious offering.
Licking the chocolate, Griffin delved for the spicier juices underneath. He nibbled at her clit, teasing and taunting as Helen undulated above him.
“Harder, Griffin, please.”
Griffin was a man who aimed to please, and he alternated sucking her clit and lapping at her slit, even stiffening his tongue to probe deep in her pussy.
Helen cried out above him, arching her back as the force of her climax hit her before collapsing over him. Griffin wasn’t going to let his prize go so quickly, however, and continued to lick at her clit.
Surprisingly, she orgasmed again, her body shaking softly.
Helen eventually regained her composure and rolled away from him. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Wait,” Griffin called out to her, halting her actions. “Don’t, Helen. Just fuck me.”
“But don’t you want me to…”
“No. I just want you to fuck me.” Tugging on the bonds, Griffin pulled himself up. “Fuck me now.”
“You know, I’m supposed to be the boss of you right now.”
“A good boss knows when it’s time to allow her employees to have a say.”
“Fine,” Helen grumbled as she positioned herself over his aroused cock. “But I think you’re cheating.”
Right at this present moment, Griffin didn’t give a rat’s ass what she thought, as long as she fucked him. Despite what she said, Helen didn’t comply right away. Instead the little temptress grasped his cock and rubbed him along her juicy pussy, slightly grazing her clit with every stroke. It was maddening.
“Put me inside you.” Helen may have been the one in control, but Griffin knew he could break the flimsy bonds holding him with one rough jerk. He wanted her to experience the power of being in charge. Unfortunately he couldn’t keep the order out of his request.
Helen rocked back on her heels and positioned herself over him. Slowly, ever so slowly, she sank down, engulfing his cock in her heated core. Her eyes were closed, and the look of pure pleasure on her face erased all the frustration Griffin felt. She was happy. Happy with her body and her sexuality, which is what Griffin wanted for her.
“You look beautiful, like some ancient goddess.”
Helen blushed at his compliment. How the woman could blush when he was balls-deep as she was seated on his cock he had no idea, but it was endearing.
“I’ve never done this before.” Griffin’s cock jerked in response to Helen’s whispered words, causing her eyes to widen at the sensation. She had never made love in this position.
“Just do what feels natural, experiment. Try touching yourself.”
Damn, he really had the tendency to give orders, but Helen didn’t seem to mind. She reached up and cupped her full breasts, lightly brushing her nipples with her thumbs.
“If my hands were free, I’d be rolling those berries between my fingers, getting them nice and hard.”
Helen’s action mimicked Griffin’s words as she toyed with her nipples. Her breathing was labored as she worked her breasts, her head thrown back to expose the column of her neck. She looked like an erotic statue as she reached for her orgasm.
“Those berries look good enough to eat. Why don’t you lean down here and let me have a taste?”
She braced her hands on his shoulders as she leaned over, dangling her breasts in front of his face like an offering. Griffin’s tongue snaked out to curl around first one and then the other nipple, alternating back and forth. The taste of chocolate wasn’t nearly as sweet as hers. Helen’s nails bit into his shoulder blades as he sucked one breast into his mouth. Releasing it with a pop, he softly blew across the wet tip before moving his attention to the other breast.
“I want to move.” Helen’s shy words were like gasoline on a fire. Griffin felt ready to blaze out of control.
“Ride me, baby.”
Helen reached above his head and grasped the headboard, bracing herself as she slowly rose above him. Getting into her rhythm, Helen rode Griffin’s cock, squeezing her muscles on every stroke. She was slowly killing him with the gentle tempo.
Griffin began pushing his hips back at her, driving her to a faster pace. Instead of protesting, Helen angled her body, taking him deeper. He groaned with satisfaction as she tightened her legs around him.
Oh, damn, she felt so good, so hot, moist, and tight. It was the perfect pussy. She was the perfect woman, and she was all his. But more importantly, she was going to kill him. The way she milked his cock was pure torture, and Griffin’s body tensed from the exertion he was putting forth not to come.
Time after time, she pumped down on his cock, making him want to shout for joy. Gone was his shy baby, and in her place was the sexi
est woman he’d ever been blessed to make love with. Helen tightened her muscles around him as she dug her nails into his chest. “I’m going to … I’m going to …”
“Come for me, baby. Come for me,” Griffin grunted out as Helen sped up her rhythm, jerking his cock like the tightest of hands.
“Griff….Griffin…fuck!”
“That’s it, baby … that’s …” Unable to hold back any longer, Griffin gripped his silken bonds and ripped them from the headboard, shouting Helen’s name as he came in her velvety hot pussy. Helen dropped forward on Griffin’s heaving chest, her breathing as erratic as his own. Tired yet sated, Griffin wrapped his arms around her body, holding her close to him. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so many things he wanted to declare, but Griffin knew they would have to wait until he was clearheaded and they both were dressed.
He knew, just as surely as he knew Helen, that if he made any claims of love right now, she would chalk it up to wonderful sex. Even though the sex had been wonderful, Griffin knew that it was just sex. Everything else was love. Helen pulled her head from his chest and looked down into his eyes. “I see I’m going to have to buy stronger bonds.”
“Don’t worry, I have a pair of cuffs back at my place.”
“Cuffs. Now that has …”
“Oh, my God!”
“Mother!”
Griffin cursed underneath his breath. Her kids had lousy timing.
Chapter Seven
Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god. The mind-blowing orgasm she just had must have robbed her of all her brain cells, because there was no way in hell she was hearing the voices she thought she was hearing. Logan and Steven could not be standing in her bedroom. It just was not possible.
She refused to believe it for one second.
Helen felt like she was having this experience in slow motion. Briefly opening one eye, she turned her head and caught them still standing there, staring with their mouths hanging open.
While her ass was on display for everyone to see.
Helen screeched hysterically.
She couldn’t exactly roll over to grab the covers.
Thankfully, Griffin immediately took over the situation, reaching down and jerking the duvet up, covering them both.
“I know your mother had to have taught you better manners than to barge into a lady’s bedroom, so I must assume the house is on fire and you came to rescue us.”
“You son-of-a-bitch. I’m going to fucking kill you!”
“Logan, no!” Helen’s screams fell on deaf ears as Logan lunged at the bed, obviously intent on bodily harm. Steven, obviously torn between wanting to help Logan kill Griffin and keeping his brother out of jail, grabbed Logan and hauled him back toward the door.
“We’ll be in the other room while you get yourselves … decent. I think we need to talk.”
Steven pulled a cursing Logan out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
Unfortunately, even in a brand-new condo like hers, she could still hear the shouting in the other room. Hell, the neighbors could probably hear the shouting. If they could hear Logan and Steven now, the neighbors had probably heard her and Griffin earlier. She was never going to leave her house again.
“Come on, baby. I can practically hear the gears grinding in there. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I am never going to leave this room again.”
“As tempting as that sounds, I think we might get hungry.”
“You can leave and get us some food. I, on the other hand, can never face the world again. The neighbors probably heard me screaming, and they definitely heard the boys. Plus, there is no way I am ever going to be able to look them in the eye again. So, all things considered, I think I’ll just stay here for the next thirty years or so.”
Griffin guffawed at her before slapping her ass. “Get up, woman. It’s time to face the music. You had to tell them about us sooner or later. So I guess it’s going to be sooner.”
Was he really this obtuse? “Griffin, there is a world of difference between telling them about us and giving them an eagle-eye view of us.” Which reminded her of her earlier horror. “Oh, my God, they saw us. My sons saw us naked. Me, more so than you. I’m going to be sick.”
“After you get off me.” Acting quickly, Griffin shifted Helen over and off him, sitting up in the process. If it weren’t for the situation at hand, Helen would have been highly amused at the look of horror on his face. Facing a woman’s angry kids was nothing to him, but the idea of her getting sick on him was enough to make him turn green. Men were such idiots.
“I think you should leave.” Helen sat up as well, grasping the sheet to her nude frame.
“Think again, Helen.”
With a sigh, Helen ran her fingers through her tousled hair. There was no question about it, he was thickheaded. “Griffin, this has nothing to do with you.”
“I think your sons would disagree.”
“Do you really want to go out and face them right now? They’re like a bunch of rabid dogs.”
Griffin tossed the covers to the side as he stormed from the bed. “Which is why I won’t leave you alone with them.”
“Wow.” Helen smiled despite herself. “I didn’t know it was possible to be a knight in shining armor without the armor … or clothing, for that matter.”
“This isn’t funny, Helen.” Griffin grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand and turned his back to her. “You need me out there, and if you’re too stubborn to realize that, oh fucking well. I’m still going out there with you.”
“I do need you and not just to face the two stubborn mules I call sons.”
The stiffness went out of Griffin’s shoulders, and he turned back to face her with a distrusting look on his face. “Don’t try to butter me up.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Helen lied. She wasn’t trying to butter him up, but if it worked, who was she to complain? Actually, the more she sat in the room with him, the less apprehensive she became. This was her home, and this was her lover. Helen didn’t need anyone’s approval or permission to do as she pleased in her own home.
She was a grown woman, and it was about time her children started treating her like one.
“I’m going to take a shower.” Helen stood and dropped the sheet she had been using as a shield. “Care to join me?”
Griffin grinned. “Why not? It’s not like we can piss them off any more.”
*
After a quick shower and change of clothes, Helen felt ready to go out into her living room. Okay, not really ready, but as ready as she was ever going to get. Griffin’s hand clasped in hers, they walked into the living room together, facing the wrath of Logan and Steven head-on. Surprisingly, after his earlier display, Logan was sitting calmly on the sofa while Steven was pacing around the room. He turned to face them when they walked in the room.
“What the hell took you so long?”
“You need to treat your mother with more respect.”
“You need to shut up right now.”
“Stop it. Everyone just needs to shut up right now.” Although she didn’t raise her voice, Helen’s firm tone got her message across, and Steven sighed audibly before joining his brother on the sofa. Helen and Griffin sat together on the loveseat.
Logan, silent up to this point, finally broke the ice. “Is it okay to talk yet?”
He sounded weary, and Helen worried that something else was going on with him. “Of course it’s okay to talk. I just didn’t want any more shouting.
“Does he have to be here?” Griffin bristled at Logan’s comments, but thankfully stayed silent.
“Yes, he is involved, and he’s going to remain. If you have a problem with that, you can leave right now.”
“Mom, how can we talk to you with him here?” Steven had the same look on his face that he used to get as a little boy when he would ask her if everything was okay after his father had slammed out of the house. She didn’t want the boys to worry, but it was time they re
alized that they didn’t need to protect her from Griffin.
“Why don’t we just get to the point? What are you both doing here?”
“Lily called us. She was worried about you.”
“Yeah, and now we know why.” Logan stood and walked over to the window, staring out into the night.
“That’s wonderful that you know, Logan. Maybe now you can explain it to me.” Helen released Griffin’s hand and crossed her arms over her chest. She was just as frustrated as they were, but she wasn’t going to allow them to treat her like a child. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve all lost your collective minds.”
“I wonder where we get that from,” Logan fired back. “Just look at you. You’re acting like a …”
“Woman in love.” Helen’s words managed to do what nothing else could have. It shut her sons up in a heartbeat, but Logan and Steven weren’t the only ones staring at her like she had two heads — so was Griffin. A little hurt by his amazed stare, Helen turned her furious gaze to him.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.” A huge grin took the place of his open mouth and slack jaw.
“Great.”
“In love?” Steven parroted, still in shock. “You hardly know him.”
“No, you hardly know him.” Sighing, Helen rose from the loveseat. “I know him just fine.”
“Like you knew Mike?”
Logan’s angry words were like a backhand. Stunned, Helen could do nothing but look at him with hurt in her eyes. He was never going to forgive her. “I … I think you two should leave.”
Griffin stood and placed his hands on her shoulders in comfort. Their united force only seemed to spur Logan on more. “This reeks of familiarity. You taking the side of a man over that of your family.”
“Logan, let’s go.” Steven grabbed his brother’s arm, but Logan shrugged him off effortlessly.
“I think you should listen to your brother, son.”
“I’m not your son.”
“No, you’re not,” Griffin agreed. “But you are your mother’s, so act like it.”
“I’ll act like a son when she learns to act like a mot—”
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