Page 81 of Into the Night

Lazily, I tug Griffin’s length free and then stroke from base to tip, loving how the muscles in his legs tense, and he throws his head back to stifle a groan.

Griffin’s left hand reaches out and wraps the ends of my blonde hair around his fingers. He attempts to pull me up to straddle him, wanting to take back control, but I have other ideas.

“They’ve got that tour coming in this weekend, but the second they’re gone, he’s going to be on your case.”

Instead of going back to work in the bar, I’ve taken a part-time job helping Ben and Jack run their fledgling tour company. I’d love to go back to the Devil’s Claw eventually, but for now, a corner office with a laptop is about as much excitement as I can handle.

Peeking up at him from my spot on the floor, I shuffle closer, taking a firm grip of his cock and then licking up along his bulging vein before swirling the head in my mouth like a lollipop. When Griffin’s eyes roll into the back of his head, I smile, feeling smug from the heady mixture of lust and power.

Griffin’s voice is deep and husky as he pulls himself together enough to speak until I take him in my mouth, my tongue working the underside of his cock, as I bob my head up and down, slowly, using my hands wrapped around the rest of him to make it seem like I’m taking it all.

“If I’m going to be gone for a few days, you need to stay with Evan and Holly. Either that, or Ben has to wait. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Griffin’s big hands cup the back of my head, and he rocks his hips, picking up the pace.

I swallow around him when he hits the back of my throat and he curses, holding me to him, my nose pressed to his groin, while my throat convulses around him.

I’m gasping for breath, saliva spilling from my lips when he releases me and eases back.

He strokes a thumb along my chin to clean the mess, his tender touch easing the bite of his bossy words.

He’s right. It’s not safe yet.

“I can do that, but I’m going to be lonely.” I pout, sticking out my bottom lip sulkily before I let him slide past my lips again, savouring the taste of him as he leaks cum onto my tongue.

“Maybe I’ll just have to make sure you’re too tired to think about it.” Griffin leans down, about to haul me up his body, when there’s a sharp rap on the cabin door.

“Fuck,” he mutters, taking one look at my rosy cheeks, swollen lips, and the dribble running down my chin, before he makes a decision. Instead of pulling me up, he pushes me back under the desk, just in time as the door opens, and two sets of heavy footsteps enter the room.

Oh god.

Hidden behind the desk, I take a deep breath, relieved to find they’re human. They won’t scent me here if I can stay out of sight.

“What can I do for you gents?” Griffin asks, voice strained as he remains seated instead of getting up to greet them. With his cock still rock hard and hanging out of his trousers, there is no subtle way of tucking him back inside.

“I’m Officer Healy, and this is Officer Jessop. We just wanted to talk to you about Leonard Holden.”

Griffin shifts in his chair, and his cock bobs, wilting slightly at the mention of that name.

I’m not having any of that. I’m not done with him yet.

“Oh really? What can I help you with?” Griffin’s voice catches on the last word as I take him in my hand again and give him a slow pump.

He’s still slick from my mouth, so my hand slides up and down easily. “You’re a long way from home.”

The two policemen take another two steps into the room, but that’s it. And they don’t close the door, which hopefully means they’re not staying long, because I need Griffin… and soon.

I slide a hand between my thigh and press my clit through my jeans, the stiff material giving me some delicious friction as I rub it hard.

When the scent of my arousal hits Griffin’s nose, he coughs to hide a growl.

“We wanted to come up here to let you know we’re closing the case. Turns out he was a nasty piece of work, and not just a peeping tom, like we first thought. His DNA was matched back to some unsolved sexual assault cases. Could have been any number of people who wanted him gone, and with enough evidence now to try him, it looks like they’ll get their way. He’ll be spending a long time behind bars. Thought you’d be happy to hear that.”

I let my hair tickle Griffin's crotch as I trail my tongue around the crown of his magnificent cock, flicking the V lightly before taking the head in my mouth and then sucking gently.

Griffin’s leg jerks, and his knee cracks against the underneath of the desk with a loud bang. “That’s… fucking incredible.”

If the officer’s think anything of Griffin’s odd demeanour or strange choice of words, they don’t say it.

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