Or maybe that was just how it felt.
My hands were running through his hair, scratching at his neck, shoulders, and back. They tugged on his waist, holding him against me. Squeezed his ass through jeans that were entirely in the way.
I tried to pull from his kiss to speak and couldn’t. He wouldn’t let me get away. I didn’t want to anyway.
Even through our thoughts I panted.
His tongue swirled along mine, consuming me with heat I never wanted to escape.
I nipped at his lower lip and he startled, then let loose a rumbling laugh that was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.
I said.
He panted and jerked his hips against mine as if on instinct alone.
He groaned.
He rolled his hips against mine.
He pulled his lips from mine to murmur,
Poor choice of words, sure, but who cared? Definitely not I as I chuckled a rolling, seductive purr. —he sucked in a breath—
At normal times, Griffin moved fast, I knew that. Dude was agile and honed like an athlete. We’d been training together and tearing across these woods for as long as we remembered. I’d seen him move lightning-fast more times than I could count.
But apparently, he’d never been more motivated.
His t-shirt was torn from his body when I was scarcely starting to register that he was yanking it off. His belt was similarly gone in a whip of leather and clank of metal buckle landing somewhere on his carpeted floor. His fingers had already undone the button on his jeans and were reaching for his zipper when I halted them with my own.
“Uh-uh,” I said aloud. “I get to undress you the rest of the way.”
He stared at me, his eyes molten, their colors like an entire forest ablaze with the light from the sun nearing the horizon and shining its final glow of the day in a warming blast.
His entire body went completely still as he watched, barely seeming to breathe as I dragged down his zipper, spread it wide, and dipped my hand inside the fly of his boxers. With him as hard as he was, I’d have to tug his dick down to finesse him through the front, so I tugged on his jeans and boxers. They slid down his hips.
Griffin’s breath left him in a hiss, as I sucked in through my teeth in a sibilant gasp.
Griffin knelt between my legs. His strong thighs were like twin pillars holding up my prize.
His dick … by God, it was the most beautiful dick I’d ever seen. Granted, I’d only seen a few, but those other ones were veiny, crooked, ugly things surging from even uglier, saggy, hairy balls when compared to this one. Griff’s dick was a splendid, sculpted piece of art, smooth, thick, and standing proud. I found myself literally salivating.
Whereas I’d blushed when Layla teased about all the naked playtime Griffin and I would indulge in, now there was no hint of my former out-of-character timidity. With his dick inches from my face, I openly admired him … and admired him … and then just kept on looking.
He rasped out, “Now it’s my turn,” and reached for me.
I was faster. I lunged for him and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
He froze.
When I stroked the length of him, a shudder traveled up and down his spine before he pierced me with a stare so hot I felt ready to combust under its regard.
Incensed, I stroked him again. He wobbled atop the bed, then threw his head back.
