What is with this man? In the span of just a few days, he can’t get enough of me.
One of his hands moves down to my ass and squeezes as his tongue slides past my lips and I forget all about the bet and the meat bath I just rolled in outside and kiss him back. He turns me and pushes my back up against the wall, his hand sliding down to my bare leg, pulling it up around his hip.
He’s right; we really need to talk. About what he did to Alex, about the bet, about what the hell this thing is going on between us…
His palm slides up the back of my thigh until he’s clutching my bare ass.
Okay, talking can wait.
“Keep your leg there,” he demands softly against my lips.
I nod in acceptance, knowing full well that at this point, if he asked me to light my hair on fire, I would do it. My body is screaming for him to touch me, I don’t care if there are a hundred people outside the house right now, I just want his fingers on me.
Shit! There are a hundred people outside right now and his hand is sliding off my ass and over my hip, heading right for the promised land, while he licks some droplets of water off my shoulder.
“Griffin, there are people outside,” I moan as his fingers skim the inside of my thigh, inching closer and closer to where I want him.
“They’re busy,” he mumbles against the side of my neck as he kisses his way back up to my lips.
As if to punctuate his statement, I hear the crowd cheer outside right at the exact moment that the tips of his fingers graze between my legs with a featherlight touch.
First and ten.
I was wet for him as soon as he walked through the door and his fingers easily slide through my wetness and up to my clit, circling around it as the crowd goes wild again.
Forward pass.
He lets out a groan of desire when he feels how much I want him and finds my lips, sinking his tongue into my mouth at the same time one of his fingers pushes inside of me. I whimper into his mouth and wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders as his finger begins working slowly in and out of me. As I rock my hips against his hand, his finger pushes in deeper and the heel of his hand bumps against my clit each time I thrust forward. I feel myself losing control and my legs start to shake as I move faster and faster and his hand pushes in deeper and harder. He swallows all of my cries against his lips as I race to the edge. I can feel it building quickly as he works me over with his finger. I’ve never come this quickly in my life. I’ve never thrown caution to the wind and just let go. Everything I do is carefully thought out and planned. This is insanity. My orgasm is right there, just beyond my reach, but my brain is starting to interfere and I pull my mouth away from Griffin’s, letting my head thump back against the wall with my eyes squeezed shut.
His hand stills with his finger pushed as far as it will go inside of me. I feel his lips against my ear a second later and his warm breath washes over me as his thumb circles around and around my clit, ever so gently.
I let out a gasp and a low moan when tingles of pleasure shoot through me once again and I buck my hips roughly against his hand.
“Let go, Kennedy, just let go,” he whispers against my ear.
His thumb moves faster, back and forth, bringing me right back to the edge and when I feel him curl his finger inside of me, I tumble over, clutching him against me as I cry out through my release and the crowd outside once again starts cheering.
Touchdown.
This is the orgasm to end all orgasms and I don’t know if it’s because it’s Griffin who’s giving it to me, because I’m doing something so out of character, or a little bit of both.
“Ride it out, baby,” he tells me softly as another shout and round of applause is heard from out in the yard and he pushes a second finger inside me.
Two point conversion.
His fingers are stretching me and prolonging my orgasm until I feel like it’s never going to end. I never want it to end and I continue to whimper and gasp as the waves of pleasure just keep coming and coming.
I can’t catch my breath and I don’t even care. My hips keep moving and his fingers keep pumping inside of me until the pleasure eventually trickles away. Griffin kisses me softly on the lips as he pulls his fingers out of me and my leg falls limply from around his waist.
Holy Jesus. Who knew that coming along with a football game could be so amazing? More people should try this.
I feel his body move away from mine and I slowly open one eye to see him adjusting himself in his jeans.
I’ve never been much for blowjobs, but right now, there’s nothing else I can think of except sinking down to my knees and taking him in my mouth.