“We barely know each other,” I insist. “It’s way too early to start talking about forever.”
“Mark my words, Piper.” She rests her hands on my shoulders. “Griffin looks at you the very same way Dane looked at me right after we met. That man is falling fast.”
Chapter 34
Piper
“Christ, Piper. Your fucking mouth.”
Technically, Griffin should be saying that he’s fucking my mouth, but since I dropped to my knees on my apartment floor and unbuttoned his pants, he hasn’t formed full words.
It’s been mostly grunts, moans and the occasional hiss of air between his teeth.
I look up into his face. His hair is a mess from where I tugged it when he kissed me in the restaurant. We sat in a corner booth, with one plate of spaghetti to share between the two of us.
We barely ate because both of us were in a rush to get back here.
I inch back until only the wide crown of his cock is in my mouth. I trace circles over the tip with my tongue while my hand strokes the thick length.
“I swear to fuck this is the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
My core aches with those words. I’ve done this for men before, but it was always a prelude to more. With Griffin I want this to be everything for him. I want him to come.
I brace my hand against his thigh as I suck him deeper, working on a swallow.
“Holy shit,” he pants. “Do that again.”
I do it again, twice. I’m gifted with a litany of curse words from his lips.
I suck harder, quickening the pace as his hips circle in rhythm to my movements. He takes over, slowing me with his hands in my hair as each pump takes him deeper.
My eyes burn, tears well in the corners from the sheer girth of him.
“Tap my thigh if you need a break, baby,” he whispers.
I won’t. I can’t.
I glide my hand up and down the shaft, smoothing my tongue over the crest.
He thickens beneath my touch. I want to reach down and touch myself. I could come just from the taste of him and the look on his face.
I shake my head when he starts to pull back and as I feel the tension rush through his body I close my eyes to ready myself for his release.
It’s hot, thick and as it hits the back of my throat, he calls out my name in a voice laced with desire.
***
“That was one of the most incredible experiences of my life.” He’s in my kitchen now, his dress shirt unbuttoned, his pants still hanging open and his semi-hard penis in view. He looks like a man who couldn’t wait to fuck.
I like that. I love knowing that I’m the woman he was so desperate for.
I reach for the glass of water in his hand. I down half of it before I refill it under the tap. “Mine too.”
“I’m staying the night,” he announces as he slides the shirt from his shoulders. “We’re taking a shower and then I’ll return the favor.”
“It wasn’t a favor.” I move closer to him, cupping his cheek in my palm. “I did that because I wanted to. I don’t expect anything in return.”
His eyes meet mine. They’re fiercely focused, stirring with something I can’t place. “If I was too rough, I need you to tell me. I know it’s...” he looks down at his now hard cock. “More than a mouthful.”