He blew out his frustrated answer. “I didn’t.”
I debated getting up and latching the door shut, but I really didn’t want to cool the moment. So I threw caution to the wind and whispered back, “Well then, if anyone comes in, I guess they’ll be getting a good show.”
I started to kiss down his neck. When I slipped my hands between us and began to unbuckle Griffin’s belt, he groaned. “Fuck.” His head fell back against the couch, and the desire in his voice fueled me. I wanted to make him feel desperate, as desperate as he’d made me.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I dipped my head and licked my way from his chest down to his taut abs. I could have spent all day tracing the sculpted lines of his muscles, but I had more pressing things to get to. Sitting up again, I leaned back and unbuttoned his jeans. The sound of each tooth separating as I dragged the zipper down filled the air around us.
Griffin watched me as I lifted from his lap and knelt on the floor in front of him. Yanking at the waist of his pants, I slid them down his thighs. The thick bulge that greeted me from his tight boxer briefs heightened my arousal, and I unconsciously licked my lips.
“Fuck, Luca,” he groaned. “That mouth. That fucking mouth.”
It was seriously a toss-up who wanted this more. I couldn’t wait to make him feel good. The two of us grabbed for his boxers at the same time, both pushing them down in haste. Griffin’s erection sprang loose and my mouth salivated. Oh my.
Of course he had to be that big. As if his gorgeous face, flawless body, and sexy voice weren’t enough—God seriously pulled out all His tricks when He made this man.
Leaning up on my knees, I wrapped my hands around the thick girth of him and looked up before lowering my head.
Griffin’s voice was strained when he spoke. “You’re so beautiful right now.”
I smiled and, without a word, wrapped my hand around the base and took him into my mouth—our eyes staying locked the entire time.
“Jesus Christ.”
I bobbed up and down a few times, finding my rhythm, and fluttered my tongue along the underside of his crown. Griffin groaned and fisted handfuls of my hair. I loved how his lust made him grow rougher. His bound hands guided my head down farther and then tugged to make me rise again. I’d started this, but he was definitely taking over control. “Fuck. Just like that. That feels so good.”
Griffin lifted his hips and began to pump into my mouth. I was so turned on that I was certain if I reached down and touched myself for even two seconds, I’d set myself off.
“Luca . . .” Griff gave my hair a slight tug—a warning. But I fought against it and kept going.
He spoke louder, likely thinking I hadn’t heard him the first time. “Babe. I’m gonna come.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his, letting him know that I’d definitely heard him, and then sucked him as deep as I possibly could.
“Fuck . . .”
Griffin gripped my hair even harder and pumped twice more before stilling my head. His entire body shook as the heat of his orgasm spurted into my throat.
After, his chest heaved up and down. I was the one performing neck aerobics with a full mouth, yet he was panting like he’d just run a marathon. Griffin released my hair and struggled to catch his breath. “Jesus, Luca. You’re really fucking good at that.”
I felt gratified at his praise. “I told you, the For Dummies series of porn.”
He laughed. “What else do they have? I’m ordering every movie they ever produced as soon as I get the strength to lift my arms and take out my phone.”
I got up from the floor and snuggled up against Griffin’s side. “Pretty sure they had Anal for Dummies, Sixty-Nine for Dummies, and Ménage à Trois for Dummies, too. But I only watched the one.”
“I’ll be buying the first two but not the Ménage one. Not sharing you, babe.”
Warmth spread through me, but then a thought hit me and a chill pushed back whatever comfort I’d started to enjoy. Groupie and rock star. This was the life that Griffin led. I was certain he had a line of women who would do what I’d just done for him after every performance. They probably believed he was singing to them, too.
I’d gone quiet and Griffin noticed. He stroked my hair. “What’s going on in that head of yours, babe?”
“Nothing.”
He pulled up his jeans and boxers and turned to look at me. “Talk to me, Luca. What just happened? We were good, and then we weren’t.”
I shook my head and looked down. “Sorry. It’s stupid.”
Griffin tilted my chin to look up at him. “Spill it, Vinetti.”