Code Name - Hacker (Jameson Force Security 4)

“So responsive,” he praises, moving his mouth to my ear. “So beautiful and wet just for me.”

I nod, practically riding his fingers he’s got me so worked up. “Griff… let’s go to the bedroom.”

He chuckles, the sound causing a tremor to run up my spine. “Why would we do that when we have a perfectly good kitchen counter right here?”

Before I can even begin to understand his allusion, he’s got me lifted up in his arms and my ass settled on the granite. His hands come to my jeans, and he starts to tug them down my hips. I have to lean back, plant my palms on the cool countertop, and lift my ass up so he can work.

They slide easily off over my bare feet. My panties follow, then his strong hand is on the center of my chest and he pushes me back. I slowly lower, glad for the wide counter, and flatten my back on it.

There’s no guessing what he’s about to do. Griff yanks my legs apart. As I stare at my kitchen ceiling, I feel his warm breath fan out over my inner thighs. He rubs his beard there a moment, the sensation ticklish and erotic at the same time.

Then that amazing mouth is on me, creating a vortex of sensations. He seems to be everywhere at once. Everything is so soft I can’t tell where his mouth ends and his tongue begins.

All I know is my body reacts to him swiftly. It’s clear he owns me. Every inch of me. And I’m okay with that ownership.

My pulse quickens, my breathing becomes erratic, and my sex is a throbbing, dripping mess of needful release.

Griff sucks hard on my clit, knowing exactly what I need without me having to say a word. I shatter with such violence tears leak out of my eyes, and I feel like I just experienced a religious event. How the man manages to drive me up so high, so fast, only to destroy me at the apex so I free fall with no care as to anything in the world is beyond me.

When my body is pulled from the counter, I’m as limp as a rag doll. Griff merely turns from the kitchen area to the sofa right behind us. He bends me over it, his hands warm on my backside.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. In this moment, I know he’s doing nothing more than staring at my naked body bent over with my ass tipped up in the air for his pleasure.

Cool air hits my skin when he removes his hands, but I hear the sound of a foil packet being opened and then his zipper coming down. My blood starts racing again, knowing that he’s going to be filling me up soon.

His hands go back to my ass, then I feel the tip of him probing against my entrance. He’s a big man, but not impossibly so. Still, I feel such a delicious stretch when he breeches me, slowly opening my flesh as it molds around him in invitation.

Griff groans as he pushes all the way inside me, his pelvis pressed against my ass. The zipper treads on his jeans bite lovingly into my skin, and who would have ever thought I’d enjoy a bit of pain with my sex?

This is something Griff and I discovered the other night, and there was a bit of spanking involved. If he wanted to let loose on me right now, I would not complain… but I would scream.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls his thick length out of me only to plunge back in ever so slowly. I can feel every amazing inch slide along my flesh.

Griff may have quickly thrown me over the back of the couch to fuck me, but he does it with such sweetness and deliberate motion it can’t be considered anything but lovemaking. It goes on and on, Griff’s motions building his own orgasm up. I listen to his ragged breathing.

The tiny grunts of pleasure he emits as he takes more and more of me.

Griff’s hand comes to my jaw and he leans over me, driving in deep. He pulls me up a bit, forces my face around to look at him for what I think might be a kiss. Instead, he just stares, our noses almost touching while he holds himself still inside me.

“We need to figure this out,” he murmurs in a liquid tone.

“Figure what out?”

“How we keep this going after it’s all said and done,” he replies simply before leaning in and giving me a soft kiss.

I get no chance to respond or come up with a solution. I don’t even have the opportunity to think about how happy it makes me that he’s even thinking of such a thing at a time like this.