Page 15 of Fighter Daddy's Girl

“You really are.”

“Well, thank you,” I mutter. “That’s sweet.”

He favors me with that smile again, and I am half-afraid I’m going to soak through my panties and yoga pants.

“If you’re worried about your RA finding me here, we should probably go picnic in the quad downstairs,” he offers.

“No, it’s fine,” I say quickly. Too quickly. “It’s probably better if we just eat here.”

Griffin nods, then sits down on the floor and leans back against Lila’s bed. As he opens the bag and starts taking out the containers, filling the room with a hundred incredible aromas, I take a seat on the floor in front of my own bed. Griffin lays out all the containers and two bottles of Diet Dr. Pepper, which makes me laugh.

“Wow. You really did do some social media stalking, didn’t you?” I ask.

“Yes, I did.”

For the next couple of hours, we eat, talk, and laugh together, picking up right where we left off at the diner the other night. Griffin makes me feel seen. Heard. It’s crazy, given how little time I’ve known him, but he makes me feel like I can tellhim anything, and he’ll listen without judgment. There’s just something in the way he looks at me that makes me feel safe. Other than with Lila, it’s something I’ve never experienced before, and it’s really nice.

“Well, I should probably let you get back to your paper,” Griffin says as he gets to his feet. “It was nice spending some time with you.”

“Yeah, maybe this time you’ll actually call or text me.”

He grins. “Yeah, I might just do that.”

“You better.”

I follow him to the door, and he turns, as if he has something to say, but when our eyes meet, it’s like I just grabbed onto a live wire. Griffin grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me up against the door to kiss me. His tongue is like velvet, and his mouth tastes like the spices from the Thai food, raising goosebumps all over my body. As he presses forward, I melt into him and feel his long, thick cock pressed against my belly. I gasp and stare into his dreamy eyes as a quiver runs through my body that lights me up from head to toe.

I know I should stop this. I’ve never had sex with anybody before. I’ve honestly never even touched a man’s cock before, and the size of Griffin’s has me a little intimidated. But a fire burns between my thighs, I’m wetter than I ever have been, and my body responds to his touch in ways that I can’t control. Everything he’s doing—from kissing me to grabbing my hair and pulling my head back so he can bite my neck—sends molten heat through my veins and feels so good, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.

As if I weigh nothing, Griffin scoops me up and carries me over to the bed, laying me down gently on top of my comforter. With my heart beating so hard I’m sure the RA from hell can hear it, he kisses me and, with his eyes twinkling mischievously, slides down my body. I gasp as he slides my yoga pants down and bites my bottom lip, ten thousand thoughts and emotions colliding inside of me all at once. As he parts my thighs, he looks up at me with his eyes glittering in the soft lighting of the room. If I want to stop things before they get out of hand, this is my last chance.

I don’t do anything, though. I’m frozen, caught between my common sense and my desire. Griffin’s warm breath on the insides of my thighs drives out coherent thoughts, and when his tongue touches the dripping-wet center of me, an explosion of pleasure goes off between my legs. I press my head back into my pillow, moaning wildly as he licks and laps at my pussy. Reaching down, I grip his hair, pulling it hard as he plunges his tongue into me.

“Oh my God,” I stutter. “Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.”

Griffin buries his face deeper into me, sucking and nipping at my swollen, sensitive button. I draw in a sharp breath and squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth and doing my best to keep from screaming. The last thing I want is to have Maddy pounding on my door right now. Not when I’m so close to the very first orgasm I didn’t give myself.

“Don’t stop, baby,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He licks me with a wild abandon that leaves me shaking and breathless. He pulls me closer to him, driving his tongue deeper into me as he strums my clit with his fingers. He brings me to the brink in an instant, and I bite the side of my hand to stifle my cries, but my body shakes so hard it’s like I’mhaving a seizure of some kind. Through it all, Griffin keeps using his tongue to pleasure me, sending bolts of electricity shooting through my veins.

Slowly, my orgasm ebbs, leaving me panting and wrung out. At the same time, despite being a little nervous about it, I’m looking forward to what comes next. I’m already picturing having him inside of me, thinking about what it’s going to be like to have him filling me up with that deliciously long, hard cock. He looks up at me with my juices, making the stubble on his face glisten, superheating my sex.

“Come here,” I say.

As he gets up and starts to unbuckle his belt, I hear the key in the lock a moment before the door flies open, and Lila comes stumbling in. There’s a moment when time seems to stand perfectly still as we all exchange awkward looks with each other. Nobody speaks. Nobody moves. I’m not sure anybody is even breathing. And then Lila screams.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she shrieks. “I’m so sorry!”

“What are you doing here?” I shriek back.

“I live here! Oh my God, put some pants on!” she says and laughs.

“Stop screaming, or Maddy?—”

“You stop screaming!”

We’re laughing hysterically with each other as I struggle to maintain some bit of dignity and wiggle back into my yoga pants. All the while, Griffin stands there looking at us like we’ve lost our minds. Lila finally rushes out of the room, slamming the doorbehind her, but I can still hear her cackling as she runs down the hall. My face red and still giggling, I turn to Griffin.

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