Page 109 of Mess With Me

I shimmy up his body, clinging to him and forcing him down so his face hovers over mine. “No what? You can’t stop now, Griffin.” It’s not so much a command as a plea. I rock my pussy against his slick cock. “Please, Griffin. I don’t want to stop, I—”

“I’m not stopping, Angel,” he says, his hand gripping the back of my neck. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with an urgent need, like he’s been away for years. He breaks the kiss just long enough to rasp, “How could I ever stop with you?”

He gets onto the bed, gently easing me onto my back.

His cock hovers over my lower half now, hot on my abdomen. I open my legs, wrapping them around his hips, needing him so badly I don’t care if we do it just like this. No care, no thought. No safety whatsoever.

“I missed you, Griffin. I don’t like it when you’re gone.”

“Do you think I can stand to be apart from you for more than a fucking second?”

I smile. “You’re getting sappy on me.”

He grunts, closing his eyes as I reach down and draw his length along my opening. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Sasha.”

His vulnerability makes my chest ache.

I know this feeling. I’ve been here before, but not like this. This feels bigger. Wider. More dangerous.

Like if I fell, I’d be gone forever.

“Come here,” he says, seeing something on my face. He rolls over, taking me with him. I lie on top of him, feeling the beat of his heart under my ear. “You okay?”

I nod against his chest. “I am now. I’m better than okay, Griffin.”

I sit up.

Will you take care of me, even when the danger is gone?

I don’t say the words, but I wonder if he sees them in my eyes, because his expression shifts to something so tender it makes my breath catch.

“Do you care about me?” I ask. The words are pathetic, but I need to hear him tell me. I need them like a balm on a wound.

“Sasha,” he says, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Christ, you’re the only thing I care about right now.”

“That’s not true.”

“It’s true.”

I rise up onto my knees, soaking up this open version of him, knowing tomorrow he’ll be a vault again. Only maybe, hopefully, a vault with the door cracked open just a little.

I smile, blinking away the tears that were threatening to come. That maybe already came and I was too wrapped up to notice. “Show me, then,” I whisper. I’m straddling him now, and I rise up on my knees.

Griffin makes a feral sound then. “I thought you’d never fucking ask.”

He slides down, hooks his hands over my hips, and pulls me down onto his face.

I cry out as his tongue hits my slit, toying with the place I had my fingers moments ago, thinking only of him.

I let myself fall into him, grabbing on to the headboard and holding on for dear life as he devours me. He may be a man of few words, but he knows exactly what to do with his mouth.

I come hard almost immediately, the pleasure so intense I go ramrod straight. I’m so loud he reaches a hand up to press his fingers against my mouth.

I can see the smile in his eyes, though, as I come down off my fall, shaking into a heap over him.

“Chester’s going to think you’re in trouble,” he says, laughing softly against me.

“I am in trouble,” I say, unable to fully form a thought just yet, except that I’m not ready to be done. “And so are you if you don’t fuck me properly, Griffin Kelly.”

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