Page 29 of Gripp

SIXTEEN

APRIL

April ate the rabbit stew Aspen had made, trying to focus on the stories he was telling about his old friend Gripp. It had been years since the two men had seen each other, so there was an element of reconnecting that she enjoyed observing.

But at the same time, she felt Gripp looking at her every now and then, eyes wandering over her body at a rapid pace. She was needing him the way a human needs to breathe or eat. She had never wanted to fuck so badly in her entire life.

The stew they ate only made her sweat even more. She ran her hands through her hair and tied it up into a loose bun, the rush of air causing Gripp to whip his head in her direction.

He looked rabid, eyes brightening like sweet chocolate, nostrils flaring as he ingested her scent.

Looking at him, she trusted her intuition that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. It was the sexiest thing, being desired that intensely.

After feigning interest in Aspen’s stories for another ten minutes, Gripp took April’s bowl and stood from the cushion they were sharing.

“Thank you so much, my friend,” he said. “We’re going to have to get to sleep now, I think. A lot of men are after us, and we have to get up before the dawn breaks.”

His friend took the bowls, smiling and waving his hands with understanding. April thanked him with an embrace, then the two men embraced once more. Aspen showed them to their room, which was merely a small space with a curtain drawn between it and the main living space.

Aspen brought them some blankets and apologized for the size of the mattress on the floor. Gripp, of course, thanked him profusely, saying that the room was perfect as is. He finally left them alone by drawing the curtain and going about letting the fire die out.

April stood like she was sixteen years old again, playing with her thumb and biting her bottom lip. The only light in the rooms was a lantern placed off to the side and conducting very little light.

She heard Gripp grind his teeth, then he began laying out the blankets on the mattress. Even in the dark, his body was giant, making her mouth water.

“We should definitely get to sleep,” he said.

April nodded as Gripp removed his pants and T-shirt. He lay on the small mattress, so she did the same. She pulled off her T-shirt and pants, wearing only her bra and underwear.

Gripp eyed her. She felt a rush of confidence and knelt down on the bed, still hearing Aspen clanking around in the living space.

“I think there’s something we can do to help us sleep better,” April purred.

Gripp smirked, then cupped her cheek gently. “I think so too.”

She went in for the kiss like an animal. There remained some awareness that an old friend of the man she wanted to fuck was only a curtain away, but that seemed only to enhance the thrill.

Their passionate kiss was wet and ravenous. April reached down to his underwear to find his stone-hard cock, groaning as she felt its size. Gripp did the same, but as he dipped his fingers under the fabric of her underwear, immediately finding her soaking pussy with his fingers.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Baby, you’re so wet already.”

She nibbled on his lower lip and stroked his cock while he moved his fingers around her clit. The touch was light and teasing.

“I’ve wanted you all day,” she murmured. “I’ve been a patient girl.”

Gripp grunted as she bit down on his lip, then pulled her on top of him. She helped him yank his underwear down and then hers. Then he let her sink on top of him, so the length of his cock was teasing her sensitive folds.

“Then we must make sure you’re rewarded for that patience,” he whispered.

April leaned her body forward, her slick pussy rubbing up against his cock, and then he slid easily inside her. Her mouth gaped, opening silently as Gripp thrust slowly, grabbing hold of her hips and rolling his eyes back.

She was on the edge of sanity the second he moved inside her. She had been craving him, their flirting and light touches acting as foreplay. She leaned against his shoulders and met his thrusts with slow bounces, lapping up the way his cock perfectly hit her G-spot.

“Oh God, Gripp,” she moaned.

Beyond them, Aspen was still awake, sounding like he was cleaning cutlery. All he would have to do was push the curtain aside, and he would see him fucking like wild animals.

But April didn’t care. Gripp brought something out in her that she hadn’t ever encountered before … an eagerness for sexy adventure.

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