Page 134 of Mess With Me

“Exactly. Though you do make me laugh.”

His hands are still bunching up the top of my underwear, his thumbs circling the sensitive flesh on my lower belly. “All I’m saying,” I continue, a little breathy now, “is when you laugh, Griffin, it turns me on. When you smile, it turns me on. Hell, when you do your little grunt thing, it turns me on.”

“What grunt?” he grunts.

I laugh, tipping my head back involuntarily, and he descends on my neck with hot kisses. “Okay, I see why that asshole wanted to make you laugh.”

I groan as he reaches my ear, breathing warm air into the sensitive shell, but I’m still smiling. I suddenly understand what people mean when they say they’re deliriously happy. That’s what I am right now.

Griff’s hands, still at my thin cotton underwear, slide around to the sides, working the elasticized fabric down my hips. I lift myself off the counter to help, and he slides them down my thighs.

My dress is still pulled up high.

I groan as he grabs my ass and slides me fast to the edge of the counter, and I cry out when his fingers find my wet heat.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

“I want you like this,” I breathe, already melting under his touch. “I want you inside me first.”

He works my clit, and I moan, bucking my hips.

“I need to get a condom,” he rasps.

I shake my head. “Don’t.”

Griffin’s eyes snap up to meet mine. He pulls his hands away, gripping my thighs.

“I’m protected,” I say. “And tested…”

I hesitate, disappointment at the ready. I know his past relationships were short and to the point. But we’ve never talked about it.

“I’m clear,” he grunts. “I never have sex without a condom. It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

I shouldn’t be hurt. But I get it. “Then go get a condom,” I breathe as his hands bring my dress up around my hips. Now I really am bare-assed on the counter. We’ll have to sanitize it later, I think asininely.

“No,” he grunts.

“I don’t mind waiting, Griff.”

“No, I mean I’ve been having sex since I was a teenager, and I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom. I’ve never wanted to. But now, with this fucking beautiful pussy ready for me”—he brings a hand over my center and strokes his thumb against me once more—“your beautiful pussy, so ready for me, Sasha.”

I whimper as he presses circles into my clit with his thumb, shockwaves of pleasure jolting through me.

“I want to feel you,” he says. “I want to know how you feel bare against my cock.”

I thought I was weak with pleasure. That I was dialed all the way up. But when he says those words, a liquid heat spreads hot all over my lower abdomen.

Griffin makes a groaning sound, almost like he’s in pain. “Did you just fucking squirt for me, Sasha?”

“I don’t know.” All I know is I’m losing it with him talking like this while administering those soft wet circles on my swollen clit. All I can manage is little pants until he takes his hand away, dipping his thumb into his mouth. “Fuck,” he groans.

I shrug out of my jacket, then slide the thin straps of my dress down over my shoulders. I free my tits for him, arching my back. “Put your mouth on me.”

He obliges, bending down and pulling my nipple into his mouth. He teases me, toying at the tight bud with his tongue. First one, then the other. Then back again. He dips his fingers into me, tugging at my G-spot, and after a moment of increasing pressure, I feel myself teetering at the edge. “Coming!”

This time I feel the release of liquid onto his hand as I cry out.

Griffin lets out a loud groan as I writhe under his touch. “Fuck yes, Sasha. That’s so fucking hot.”

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