Page 84 of Gross Misconduct

“Uh huh.”

“And even though your garage isn’t connected to the house, it’s still considered part of the house, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then Griffin, I want you to fuck me in the back of your truck.”

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JACK

Call me old-fashioned, but there’s something about a man with a pickup truck that’s hot. I won’t lie; it’s a bucket list sex fantasy to do it in the back of one.

I climb into the bed of Griffin’s truck. The metal is cold, but Griffin’s arms warm me right up when he joins me. I’ve had sex in more uncomfortable places. He pulls me onto his lap and delivers another exquisite kiss, learning all of my lessons and excelling perfectly. The glow of the moon and far-off streetlights streak through the garage windows.

“Good idea coming here,” he says while kissing my neck.

What can I say? Being horny and resourceful is a potent mix.

I trace my finger over the border where his beard meets his bare cheek. I want to be a cartographer mapping every detail of this gorgeous face.

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

“I do, but it’s always nice to hear.” He smiles.

I think about how fucking good he is with his daughters, how much they adore him, how much he adores them. Who knew good parenting could be a turn-on for me?

I whip off his shirt, letting my hands glide through his hairy chest. I breathe in his scent, muzzle my face into his muscles. Things I never got to do in our previous instances. There was always a rush. Now we could settle.

I raise my arms and let him undress me as I grind my ass into his poking erection. Our chests grind together in harmony, mine smooth and his a beast. Griffin won’t stop kissing me, touching me, every move bursting with tenderness.

“Stand up,” Griffin says, his voice choked and husky.

I do as I’m told, getting on my feet, holding onto the cab of the truck while Griffin undoes my pants. His thick, hot hands graze over my crotch then my legs as he pushes down my jeans, then my boxer briefs.

He takes me in his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Your mouth feels so good. So damn wet. I can’t fucking wait to have you inside me.”

His beard rubs along my shaft, making me shiver. He takes me in his mouth, teasing the tip. Within seconds, I’m so damn close to the edge, my body tight and coiled with pleasure ready to spring out. I want nothing more than to blow my load down his throat. My balls are begging for it. But I must hold out because I know what’s coming. Griffin’s thick cock fully inside me.

“Swirl your tongue around my shaft. Just like that.”

Griffin goes to town on my dick, taking it all in his mouth, making the ability to stand up really hard right now. He is playing me like the world’s most turned-on fiddle. I want every part of me electrified by him.

I turn around and shove his face against my ass. Sex is about give and take, and I am in the mood for taking. I demand that glorious tongue in my hole. His strong grip holds me in place as he eats me out.

“Tongue that hole. Fuck, you are so goddamned good at this.” I bite my lip, wanting to scream in pleasure.

His prickly beard adds a new layer of pleasure to the process as I feel his tongue flick in and out of me. His thumb circles my hole and dips inside, making me shudder with want.

“I didn’t think of myself as an ass man until I met you,” he says, giving my ass a slap. “But watching you in your uniform. Damn.”

“All that hockey playing. It’s good for the legs.”

“That it is.” His hands skim down my legs, making the hairs stand up. Griffin kisses down my thigh behind my knee, making me laugh with ticklishness. He smooths a hand over my calf muscles and kisses them, too.

“What are you doing? You’re into calves?” I laugh. I’d never been with someone who gave a shit about legs or calves.

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