Stitches

I swallow down the lump of nerves in my throat. “Do you want me, Griff? Is that what this is all about? Can you stay if you have me?”

“Moira…”

I feel vulnerable, sitting here half-exposed to him and him not even looking. I know he’s just confused and doesn’t know what the fuck is happening, but it still doesn’t feel good.

So, I throw the sheet off me completely.

He can’t resist that temptation. He turns his head, his hungry gaze roving over my bare breasts. Like a magnet, his eyes are drawn between my legs and he groans.

In a split second, he’s on top of me. I scoot down on the bed and he braces his weight on top of me, looking at my breasts again, then dragging his gaze to my face. “What are you doing, Moira?”

My heart hammers so loud, I’m worried he can hear it. “Sebastian said… he said he’ll share me, if that’s what you need.”

He holds my gaze for a moment, but I can’t interpret the turbulence in his gaze. Then he palms my left breast and I gasp, taken off-guard by the contact.

“You think I’m some charity fuck, Moira?” he demands, his tone low and gravelly. I think he’s offended.

“No,” I say on a gasp, as he squeezes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Of course not, Griff. That’s not what this is.”

He dips his head and catches my hardened nipple between his teeth. My stomach sinks, but falls straight into a pit of arousal. I throw my head back against the pillow as his mouth fastens over my nipple, sucking and then circling, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud.

I grab at the sheets beneath me, fisting my hands in the soft fabric. He releases my nipple, kissing my breast, then turns the same attention on the other one. The rough pad of his thumb moves back and forth over the other one to keep them both stimulated. I can’t keep my head straight. There’s probably more talking to do, but I can’t think with his mouth leaving my breast and moving down my abdomen.

I’m supposed to be the one pleasing him, I’m certain of it, but he drags his hands down my body like I’m something precious, then positions himself with his face between my legs.

“Oh, God, Griff.”

He gives me a searing look that unleashes a whole new swarm of butterflies in my tummy, then he buries his face between my thighs and tastes me.

This is a mistake, it has to be. My stomach pitches with nerves and excitement as Griff’s tongue moves up and strokes my clit. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me and I twist, trying to turn away from it. He grabs my hips hard and holds them in place so he can explore my pussy without interruption.

Oh, God, he feels so good. He’s so tender, while at the same time pushing his will. His will is to please me, to taste me, to make me feel good. He hasn’t thought of his pleasure once yet.

It makes me desperate to give it to him. I want him… I want him inside me. I want to know what Griff is like as a lover. I want to know if he holds me down and drives his cock inside me, if he watches my face for every sign of pleasure so he can learn just what I like.

I already feel the climb toward intense pleasure. He’s relentless with his tongue and he won’t let me move away. It turns me on more. I’m used to Sebastian’s dominance—it’s so much different from this. Griff holds me here to please me; Sebastian holds me here to please himself.

Turns out, I can see myself liking both.

I cry out as pleasure erupts within me, arching up off the bed and reaching down to tangle my hands in Griff’s hair. He comes up and I fall back against the bed. I’m sated for the moment, but it feels intensely erotic the way he’s still fully dressed, while my body is completely bare beneath him. The fabric dragging across my sensitive breasts, the roughness of his jeans on my smooth legs. I want him nearer. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close. He leans his head on my shoulder briefly, then begins kissing his way across my shoulder, toward my neck.

My mind drifts to Sebastian’s kisses, to his lips on my neck. It’s like ice water being dumped over my prone body. I try to push it away, but now my husband’s face is in my head. I imagine how he would feel watching this. It was his idea to begin with, but I didn’t expect my body to fall so easily into wanting it.

I just had another man’s mouth all over me. Lavishing attention on my breasts, kissing his way down my body, putting his mouth on my pussy, making me come.

Griff’s rough hand brushes my hair back off my forehead and I realize he’s looking down at me, watching my face. “You okay?”

I manage a bright smile and nod. “Yes. Thank you.”

At that, he laughs a little. “You don’t have to thank me.”

He remains above me, but he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. He doesn’t drag his shirt over his head or free his cock, at the very least, so he can push it inside me and take his pleasure now. He runs his fingers across my abdomen, just touching me. Tenderness swims in his eyes, like he’s dreamed of being able to do this forever.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he requests.

I swallow, knowing I can’t say what I was really thinking. Or maybe I can. I don’t know where his head is at in all this, either. “Have you two ever shared a woman before?”

“Not intentionally.”