“Yes. Yes, definitely, sir. Absolutely, yes.”
“Mick, what are you trying to say?”
Michael laughed and leaned into Griffin, who wrapped his arms around him.
“Yes, sir!” Michael shouted the words and laughed as Griffin gave him a wide-eyed look of shock.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you raise your voice at all.”
“Yeah…” Michael shrugged. “I didn’t know I could do that.”
Griffin cupped Michael’s neck with both hands.
“I like it. I like hearing you. I always want to hear you,” Griffin said and dropped a quick but sensual kiss on Michael’s lips. “I want to hear you talk.” He dipped his head and kissed Michael’s throat. “And I want to hear you shout.” He bit Michael’s earlobe. “And I want to hear you beg.” Griffin reached between their bodies, slipped his hand into Michael’s boxers and took him in his hand. “And I want to hear you come.”
Michael shivered at Griffin’s words. Closing his eyes he lowered his head and leaned against Griffin.
“And…” Griffin said, running his hands up Michael’s back. “I want to hear you laugh.”
With one shove, Griffin pushed Michael and sent him sprawling across the bed. Michael laughed riotously as Griffin crawled on top of him and pinned him hard to the mattress.
“Good boy. Now don’t move. I’m going to f**k you in a few minutes.”
Griffin moved away again and Michael tried to do his slow deep breathing that Nora had taught him. But nothing could get him to anything remotely resembling a place of peace or Zen. He’d never wanted anything so much in his life like he wanted Griffin inside him. Fuck Zen.
Michael watched as Griffin came to the side of the bed with two black silk sashes and some gauze.
“Tying you up is going to be a lot easier when the damn tats heal,” Griffin said, grinning as he gently placed gauze pads over Michael’s wrists. “I’ve got leather cuffs, handcuffs, rope cuffs…and I plan on using every last one of them on you. For the next month though, we better stick to gauze and silk.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Michael said as he let Griffin bind his wrists. “You don’t have to tie me up.”
Griffin grinned. “Of course I don’t have to. I want to. And you want me to. Don’t you?”
Michael blushed but couldn’t deny the truth.
“Desperately.”
“Desperately, huh?” Griffin repeated as he tied the silk sashes around one of the bedposts. Michael had to turn onto his side to get into a comfortable position. On his side…okay, so this was how it was going to happen. “You’ve been spending too much time with Nora and her damn adverbs. Comfortable?”
“Yes, sir,” Michael said, looking up at Griffin, who laid his hand briefly on Michael’s face.
“You’ll be okay. We’ll stop if it hurts. You talk to me the entire time. That’s an order.”
Michael’s heart clenched at Griffin’s tender concern for him. So this is what being loved felt like? Like somebody out there cared more about what he wanted and needed than what they wanted and needed… Weird.
Griffin climbed into bed again and sat at Michael’s hip. Slowly Griffin eased Michael’s boxers down his legs. As Griffin stripped him completely naked, Michael stared off into the corner of the room. Even the night of their threesome, Michael had kept his boxers on during the sex. Griffin had never seen him naked before.
Michael winced at his boxers hit the floor by the side of the bed. But Griffin made no comment. Instead he kissed the side of Michael’s thigh and worked his way up to Michael’s hips.
The featherlight kisses on never-before-kissed parts of his body sent Michael trembling on the edge of orgasm.
“I want you to come first,” Griffin said, taking Michael in his hand again and lightly stroking. “You’ll be more relaxed. Relaxed is what we want.”
Griffin’s hand did amazing things to him. Nora knew how to touch a guy. He had no complaints where her technique was concerned. But Griffin was so strong and yet the way he touched Michael so gentle.... Griffin’s other hand gripped the back of Michael’s neck. Griffin put his mouth on Michael’s shoulder and bit down hard. The mix of pleasure and pain did Michael in. With a gasp he came in Griffin’s hand with an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
“Oh, God.” Michael leaned forward and breathed into the sheets.
“I plan on practicing that until I’m making you scream when you come.”
“From the orgasm or the biting?” Michael asked.
“Both.”
Griffin lay down next to Michael and pressed his chest into Michael’s back. For a few minutes they did nothing but lie silently spooned together as Griffin ran his hand over Michael’s body. The rhythm of Griffin’s touch lulled Michael into an almost hypnotic trance. Every muscle in his body started to unknot. Every ounce of anxiety seeped out of his skin and into the sheets.
When Griffin opened the bottle of lube, Michael barely heard it. Nothing registered except Griffin’s touch, his nearness.
“Just fingers first,” Griffin said. “I’m sure you did this with Nora.”
“Yeah. I’m good there,” Michael said, lifting his leg to his chest as the cold liquid met his warm skin. Almost torturously slowly, Griffin’s fingers slid inside Michael. “Very good.”