“I meant special, and, you know, appetizing.”
His gaze drops to my core, his eyes going hooded.“This is more than appetizing.”He swipes a finger over my crease, knocking ever-so-gently against my swollen clit.“I’m fucking starving for this cunt, Casey.”
My entire body flushes hot at the surprise dirty talk, and suddenly I couldn’t care less if I take a shower or get myself perfect for this.He’s ready, and he wants me now.Who am I to argue?
He swipes his tongue over the length of my pussy, and a deep, grumbly sigh escapes him.Like he’s actually been waiting for this.Is this man real?He actually cares this much about my pleasure?My head is spinning as he dives in.He’s urgent, hungry.There’s nothing restrained as he quite honestlyfeastson my pussy.My head falls back as he sucks and licks and lavishes me with more attention than I could have dreamed of.
But Griffin isn’t content just eating me out.His hands roam my legs, my belly, up to my breasts.He squeezes my tits, worshiping me with his mouth and his hands.
He brings one hand between my legs and eases a finger inside me as he sucks my swollen clit.Then he eases a second finger in.A low moan shudders out of me, and I flop back against the couch.I’m entering the jelly phase of things, and he’s only getting started.
“You like that, Case?”
I can’t even answer him in anything but a whimper.“Like” is a galaxy away from my feelings on the matter.I am wild about this man and this sensation and every single thing he brings to my life.To say I liked it would be offensive.
But words are not wording right now.
“You need more?”he asks.He pushes a third finger inside me and flattens his tongue against my clit.I sink my fingers into the couch cushions, desperate to grab onto something.The pleasure threatens to carry me away, dismantle me entirely.He pulls back, gaze fastened between my legs as he drags his thumb back and forth over my clit.Each time he does it, my thighs tense and I jolt.
Jesus Christ, this man knows what he’s doing.
“How do you feel now?”His voice is a husky whisper.
“So…fucking…yes.”Not quite perfect English, but close enough.“More.”
I reach for his hair, tangling my fingers in his thick, hickory tresses.I buck against his head, desperate for that contact with his soft lips and that punishing tongue.
“More,” I gasp.
“You’re close.”It doesn’t come out as a question.There’s an evil glint in his eye.
I whimper, grinding against his face.“Yes.”
“But you’ve never come on anyone’s tongue before,” he reminds me.I huff, rocking my hips as though reminding him to return to the task at hand.“You said you weren’t able to.”
“Griff,” is all I can manage to say.My brain has shut down, and my body is in control now.Now is not the time to start shoving my own words in my face.He’s being cocky and he knows it.“Please.”
“I don’t know if I want to break your little track record,” he teases.He nudges my clit with his nose and everything inside me goes taut.I am so fucking close to bursting, and he knows it.He has to know.
“I swear to god, Griffin,” I moan, fisting his hair.“I need it.I need you.”
He flattens his tongue against my clit again, his hooded eyes swirling with desire.“Who makes you come?Tell me.”
He eases his fingers back inside me as he covers my clit with his mouth.He’s devouring me again, and the tension inside my body finally snaps.
“Y—you do,” I gasp.“Fuck, Griffin.It’s you!”An electric wave courses through me and I’m saying his name, over and over again, giving him exactly what we both wanted.
The pleasure rolls through me and I’m rendered useless.Pure jelly.A puddle of satisfied need, made possible by Griffin Keegan.My eyes flutter shut, and a smile curls my lips.
He presses one kiss to my inner thigh but stays right where he is.
He doesn’t rush me or press for more.He just lets me bask—in the pleasure, the perfection, the absolute ease of this thing that has blossomed between us.
It all seems so simple.
But come the end of the summer, I have a sneaking suspicion it will be anything but.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
