Page 48 of Under One Roof

Griffin

My hands are on Andi as soon as I shut the back door at home. My lips on hers, my palms on her jaw, and her back against the wall. Our kisses are messy and desperate, all clashing teeth and tongues. Her hands tunnel into my hair, mine grasp her thighs and ass, pulling her closer, needing every inch of her against me. Our breaths are ragged, panting, like we’ve been running for miles, and fuck, maybe we have. We’ve been dancing around this for weeks, and now, it’s exploding all around us. Uncontrollable, that’s how I feel.

Wild, that’s what we are.

She moans into my mouth, and I can’t get close enough, so I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the jeans she changed back into after our dunk in the water, and it’s driving me out of my mind.

“I have to get you naked,” I tell her, and she nods, searching for my lips again, her tongue gliding against mine. Holding her, I stagger my way through the kitchen and upstairs, our mouths still locked, my hands still gripping her ass cheeks. I’m not graceful or smooth, too fucking riled up to care about tripping over the steps. I have to get her to my bedroom. The sooner, the better.

When I do finally make it, I toss her on the bed, and she lands with a laugh, her hair splayed out around her, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. She’s a goddamn vision. I crawl over her, capturing her mouth again, my hands roaming her body, over her perky little tits to her waist and down her thighs that she pulls me closer with.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this,” I confess, and she weaves her fingers into my hair, directing my mouth to her throat.

“Probably not as many times as I have.”

I pause and set my palms on either side of her head so I can meet her gaze, her dark eyes alight with lust. I imagine mine are the same way. “Every time I jerked off, I thought of you.”

She licks her lips, her voice a low rasp when she says, “Every time I used my vibrator, I thought of you.”

I bury my face in her neck with a groan. “Fuck, Andi. Don’t tell me that.” I lower my weight on top of her, angling my hips to rub my cock over her pussy, up and back, and I know I’ve hit her clit when she exhales harshly. “You’ve been downstairs getting off with that big pink thing when I’ve been here with my hand on my cock. You could’ve had the real thing.”

She claws at my T-shirt, ripping it over my head. “You told me we had to keep it professional.”

“I’m an asshole. Why’d you listen?”

She cups her hands on either side of my face, stroking her thumbs over my cheeks. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this before, but you can be kind of intimidating.”

“You’re the last person I want to intimidate,” I tell her honestly, and I’m offered a smile in return.

“You’re the last person I want to disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.”

At this, her good humor flees, tension taking over her features, and I sit back, giving her breathing room. I don’t like the uncertainty in her gaze or the way she suddenly seems nervous. My skin pricks with annoyance. Not at her, but at whatever has made her feel this way.

“What’s wrong?”

She nibbles on her lip, looking anywhere but at me.

“Andi.”

She slants her eyes to me, her throat working on a swallow. Still, she remains quiet, and I know I’m going to hate whatever she is going to tell me. Because she will eventually.

I rub my hands over the sides of her thighs, trying again. “What is it?”

After a moment, she props herself up on her elbows and takes a deep breath. “I’m not very…experienced.” She drops her focus to my fingers at her hips. “With sex. And I don’t…”

I lean forward so she’ll meet my gaze. I don’t want her to be embarrassed about this, but I know she is. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

When she chews on her lip again, I tug it out from under her teeth and hold her chin in my hand so she has to look at me. I need to hear whatever it is she has to say.

It’s a long time before she finally says, “I don’t orgasm with other people. I never have.”

I shake my head in confusion. “What do you mean, never?”

“I’ve only had sex with two people, and I’ve never…” She shrugs. “I don’t want you to be, like, upset or something.”

I smooth my hand up her face, burying my fingers into her hair. “You won’t. I don’t care that you’re not experienced. It doesn’t matter to me. I only care about you and how you’re feeling.”

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