Page 22 of Cakewalk
You were always so well-behaved.
But that was my problem. I always followed the script. I got with the “nice” boy who everyone approved of, who turned out to be a total piece of shit. I went to some prestigious college despite it putting me in debt. I tried to help with the family business out of a sense of obligation, just further putting my life on pause.
Griffin here, with his fingers down my underwear and his eyes full of insatiable hunger, was curing me of all of that.
With his magical fingers, apparently.
“Sweet Jesus!” I gasped when he rubbed me just right. My hands clamped around the grass, ripping the blades from their roots.
He glanced about to confirm nobody was around, then he started tugging down my panties. I felt exposed, vulnerable as he looked at me, but those feelings washed away as he lowered his head to run his hot tongue up between me.
My back involuntarily arched, and I looked over my chest to see my nipples peaked against the dress. I hadn’t worn a bra; thought the built-in shelf would be enough, but clearly I hadn’t planned on being this aroused. And cold yet hot at the same time. The mist from the fountain settled on me gently, cooling the rest of my body as all my heat concentrated between my legs, where his tongue slipped inside me just right, flicked over my clit on occasion, a tease of what was to come.
I hadn’t been attended to like this before. At best, my first and only boyfriend could only bear fingering me, but oral had always been off the table. For Griffin, it wasn’t even a hesitation. I grabbed his hair, squeezed and pushed him in closer.
In the back of my mind, I knew neither of us were keeping an eye out for onlookers at this point, but part of me didn’t care. All I wanted was release after years of built up frustration and disappointment, finally getting the undivided attention I didn’t know I had craved.
He had turned his attention fully to my clit now, sucking and flicking with his tongue as two of his fingers slipped inside me. I was completely soaked for him, pulsing for him as I whimpered, the sound drowned out by the fountain. Realizing I was safe to make some noise, I let it out, whimpered every single time he sent a wave of pleasure through me, the stimulation taking me higher and higher.
I shuddered against him as my release shot through me, starting from my clit and ending in my sprawled limbs. I was so wide open for him, defenseless, and yet all his attention was honed in on pleasuring me, not taking any for himself.
God, he could have me right now, have me however he wanted.
He lifted his head up and our eyes met. “I should tell you something,” he panted.
It could wait. It had to wait if he thought it was something that would make me want this to end. “What is it?” I rasped, despite not wanting to hear it.
Griffin moved upward until his mouth hovered above mine. I could smell myself all over him. “I’m fresh out of prison, Jade.”
Uhhh.
“For tax fraud.”
Oh. Okay. I mean, that was still douchey, but it wasn’t a violent crime. Later I’d ream him over for it, for not paying his fair due to society and all that. But right now I didn’t care. Right now, I was ravenous. We had already established that he wasn’t boyfriend material, anyway. He didn’t have to be perfect, and I didn’t have to be either.
And that was what made this entire situation work. What made it beneficial.
“Fuck me, Griffin, you bastard.”
“It’s been five years,” he whispered against my neck.
What was he getting at? That he was nervous? Thought he might be rusty?
“It’s been so long, I’m worried that…” He breathed hard against my neck, let his hips drop just a little and I felt then how huge and hard he was. It made me jump, it was so unexpected.
What did you expect, Jade?
“I’m worried I’ll go hard on you,” he whispered against my neck, his breath wet and hot. “So fucking hard I’ll have you screaming.”
Yes, please.
I gripped his hair and turned his head to whisper into his ear, “Unless I say no, you keep going, Griffin. And you don’t stop.”
He looked me in the eyes again, the hunger of an animal behind his gaze. He then pulled away, sat back and unzipped, releasing his cock, untouched by another for so long. It pointed up, hard, an impatient pulse running through it as he pulled something out of his pocket.
Of course, protection. At least one of us was using our brain.
He slipped it on and hovered over me again, his hooded eyes locked with mine as his tip rubbed against my clit, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through me. He buried his face against my neck and his right hand lowered to my hip as he slipped his cock inside me. I gasped when he slowly entered, my tightness around him making his breath catch, making his fingers dig against my skin.
