Page 68 of Holding Out

She grinned at him and nodded.

On the drive out on Route 26, the anticipation was sweet, the two of them side by side in the dark cab, knowing what was going to happen.

“Are you thinking about it?What it’s going to feel like?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me.”

“I think about me being really wet and you being really big and how good it feels when you first come into me.”

“I think about that, too.”

“I think about when you’re in all the way, like really all the way, so you’re stretching where it feels best.”

“God, Becca.”His voice was rough.

“I think about you kissing me and fucking me at the same time.And being really wet both places.”

“It’s probably not safe for me to drive while you talk like that.Because there’s no actual blood in my brain.”

She laughed.She hadn’t really talked like that to anyone before, and she liked it.A lot.She figured there wasn’t anything she and Griff could do that she wouldn’t like.

She laid off the dirty talk, then, knowing he was right about it not being safe, but she didn’t stop thinking about what was coming.

He spread blankets for them in the back.He boosted her up onto the bed and came in after her.They lay down together face to face and he kissed her and kissed her, his mouth hot in the cool night air.There were stars overhead, a scattered mess of them across a black sky.

His fingers found her—her nipples, then her curls, her slit, her clit, her wet heat, bringing pleasure everywhere.He kept kissing her.She went to work on his jeans, button, zipper, working them down, freeing him so she could wrap a hand around his thickness and squeeze.“Yeah,” she said.“Yeah, yeah, yeah.Love this.”

She felt a little self-conscious about having said love, even if it was just about his penis, but she figured it was probably okay, because he kissed her again, even deeper, after.

He produced a condom from somewhere in the depths of the blankets and covered himself, then kissed her some more.His tongue teased and probed and promised.Then he was nudging her open with his hands and his cock, and she rolled onto her back to give him better access.She kicked his jeans down further, which made him laugh.Then he was inside her.His tongue tangled with hers and his cock was buried in her pussy and she groaned her satisfaction into his mouth.He growled back.Or really it was more of a grunt.His hands were much rougher on her nipples now, but she didn’t mind.She liked it.He was kissing her gently.And he moved slowly in her, a sweet glide and retreat.Tension was gathering itself, not so much between her legs but in some complicated space in her belly that was taking feedback from everywhere else in her body.Her mouth was sending pleasure there, and her nipples.Her clit, and the walls of her pussy.

Everything was going to that one spot and coiling up and getting ready to unleash itself on her, and she felt, suddenly, a little afraid.She grabbed Griff’s arms.Clutched him around the back.Like whatever was coming for her was bigger than she knew how to contain, and he was the thing that could keep her safe.

And that was just how it felt, when the orgasm broke over her, like surf breaking over her head.Like it was bigger than her, too big for her body to contain so it had to get outside of her and she couldn’t stay serene in its turbulence.Like her hands in his hair and grabbing handfuls of his clothes and her voice calling his name were the only things holding her to the earth.

He was holding on, too, hurting her with the strength of his grip, and her name on his lips was a crooked, broken sound that unleashed itself into the dark night.

33

Griff knocked on CJ’s door the next afternoon, and the kid opened it.“What doyouwant?”

“I’m sorry about the Becca thing.”No point in beating around the bush.

“Some wingman,” CJ said, giving Griff a hard look.

“I should have told you right off she wasn’t available.That’s where I screwed up.”

CJ must have caught something in Griff’s voice, some measure ofno bullshit, because instead of snapping back, he nodded.“So it’s like that.”

Was it?He wasn’t sure.Lately it felt like there was so much he didn’t know, like he couldn’t get his bearings.And last night hadn’t helped.He’d come so hard that the stars had spun overhead, and afterwards, driving Becca home to her sister and Nate’s house, he’d wanted something he didn’t want to want.

More time.

He left it at that, though, and said, “I gotta go to Home Depot.Thought you might want to come along.Kill a few hours, do a favor for Jake?”

CJ nodded.

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