Page 13 of Griz's Edge

I don’t realize we’re moving until I find myself being lowered, my back pressing into the seat of my couch. One of Griz’s legs nudges between mine and presses right against the heat of my sex.

He moves the hand he’d had around me to my side and slides it up under my shirt.

The touch of his fingers on my bare flesh feels absolutely amazing. The better part of it is when his finger slides over the curve of my breast. His thumb strokes over my nipple, sending a tingle of sensations straight between my legs, soaking my panties all the more.

Griz rips his lips away and drops kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“Fuck me, sweets, I can feel how wet you are for me. You’re soaking through my jeans,” he murmurs, pressing his leg more firmly against my pussy. “I’m looking forward to going down on you and fuckin’ you with my tongue. I bet you’d be just as sweet as this sweet mouth of yours.”

His lips cover mine again. Fingers join his thumb as he pinches and pulls. If not for his mouth on mine, I’d cry out from the pleasure of his touch. Instead, I moan into his mouth and writhe beneath him, grinding myself down on his leg. The friction of it against my clit is so good. More than good. But still, I need more. I want more.

Releasing my nipple, he jerks his arm out from under my shirt, only for him to yank it upward, exposing my body. A cry leaves my lips as he breaks it and pulls away enough to glance down at my chest.

“Damn, baby, your tits are a damn sight to see. Beautiful pink little buds just ready for me to suck into my mouth.” He brings his gaze to mine and lowers his head. “Want me to suck your tits, Marley?”

Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh my . . . yes. More than anything.

I don’t say any of this. Instead, I nod slowly and give him a breathing, “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want me to do, sweets. Tell me to suck your tit,” he orders, his lips a hairbreadth away from my nipple.

“Please, Griz, I want you to suck my nipple into your mouth.”

Never in my life have I ever spoken to a man like that. No one has ever demanded I tell them what I want. Or ordered to do anything sexual.

Griz flicks his tongue over one of my nipples, drawing a gasp from my lips. “Cup your tits, Marley, and hold them out for me. I want you to offer them up for me to devour.”

Releasing my fingers from around his neck, I do as he tells me. Feeling completely erotic and nervous all at the same time.

Slowly, Griz takes his time drawing one nipple in his mouth while twisting my other one between two fingers.

“Oh yes, Griz, please more. Harder. Suck my nipple harder.”

Griz does so, and it was absolutely amazing. I could come just from what he’s doing with my breasts. Between my legs, my clit throbs, and juices saturate my panties as I grind myself against his thigh.

He switches between breasts and curls his tongue around the tip.

Oh yes. It’s absolute heaven.

I’m so close. So, so close. I want to feel him moving inside me rather than just against me.

“Griz,” I whimper and release my breasts to wrap my fingers through his hair, knocking the hat he’s wearing backward off.

The two of us were in a perfect moment. That is until the sound of “Hail to the King” started playing.

Griz draws away with a curse. “Sorry, sweets, I’ve got to take this,” he says, sighing heavily.

I stare up at him, watching him through heavy lids as he pulls his phone out and answers it.

“Yeah?”

That’s one way to answer a call. What happened to hello or even hey?

“Yeah, I’ll head there now.” Griz is silent for a moment and grimaces. “Yeah, just tell Markus to hold up until I get there.”

Pulling the phone away from his ear, Griz shoves it back into his pocket. His eyes lock on my face. “Sorry to do this to you, sweets, but I’ve gotta run.”

I nod, shove my shirt back into place, and start to slide out from under him. “I guessed that from what you were saying.”

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