Page 30 of Handy

With his body still pressed close, I feel the rumble of his laughter more than I hear it. He rummages for something in his bedside drawer, I’m assuming condoms and lube, and thenhis lips find their way to the back of my neck. The kiss is sweet and gentle, his cock nudging the curve of my ass as he takes his time tasting my skin. I sigh and relax into the unexpected role reversal.

His beard tickles my skin again as he takes his time making his way down my spine with slow kisses, kneading my ass cheeks and making rumbling, purring sounds in his throat. The way he massages my ass cheeks tugs slightly at my hole, just enough to make me squirm and swallow down impatient whimpers, my cock throbbing beneath me, spilling slicks of precum against my skin and onto his sheets.

Griff reaches my ass and nips at the upper swell of each cheek. I rock my hips and let loose an eager whine. I’m pretty sure I asked this man not to make me beg. As if he can read my mind, he chuckles and parts my ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” I shout, shoving my ass towards him like a bitch in heat at the first slick drag over my twitchy, aching hole. “Please, please, please,” I pant, getting my knees under me so I can rock against his tongue.

He moans, the sound vibrating through my rim as he tongues me again, eager and just as ravenous as his kiss. He laps and swirls his tongue around my hole, my cock swinging between my thighs as I bounce and thrust and grind myself against his face shamelessly gasping his name. There’s an empty ache inside me, an itch that needs to be scratched or I might go out of my fucking mind.

I twist my fingers in his sheets and cant my hips. He wriggles his tongue inside me, and I see stars.

“More,” I groan.

I can barely hear thesnickof the lube bottle being opened over the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears and the harshness of our breathing, but it’s enough to make my ballstighten and send goose bumps skittering across my overheated skin.

I knew there was something I liked about Griff, and right now that something is that he doesn’t waste his time pussyfooting around with one finger. He pulls his tongue out of my hole and replaces it with two thick, slippery digits in a single thrust. I wail and clench around him, savoring the electric heat that rushes through me from the stretch, the weighty, satisfying fullness of having any part of Griff inside me.

I spread my thighs a little wider and rock myself on his fingers just like I did with his tongue. He wraps an arm around my waist to still me and my breath catches at the brush of his cock against the inside of my thigh, his cockhead nudging at my tight, full balls. He works his fingers in and out with purpose, his calloused knuckles catching on my rim, his grunting, growling sounds making my cock leak and my eyelids flutter.

Griff crooks his fingers, finding my prostate with his next thrust, and I let out another banshee cry of pleasure, my legs shooting out straight and my cock spasming with the threat of an untouched orgasm. It’s only the grip of his arm around my middle that keeps me from face-planting right into the pillow.

He lets out a pleased rumble and nuzzles the back of my neck, his hips rocking to grind his cock along the hot, sweaty inner crease of my thigh as he taps my prostate again.

“Fuck me,” I gasp, clawing at his sheets. “Fuck me, Griff. Fuckingplease.”

Fine, I’ll beg. For a man like Griff, I will goddamnbeg.

He groans and nips at that same spot on the back of my neck, then eases his fingers out of my tender, throbbing,needyhole. I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, and the quiet sounds he makes in his chest as he puts it on and then lines himself up, one hand digging into my hip.

I crane my neck to look over my shoulder at him, needing to see the look on his face the first time he enters me more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire damn life. The shadows play over his rugged features, his brows furrowed and his forehead wrinkled with concentration. Of course, there’s an adorable scowl marring his lips. Gah, I wish I could reach him to kiss that expression smooth.

His eyes dart to mine and linger for just a few seconds, boring into them in the dark, sharing a silent moment of glorious fucking anticipation before he rocks forward and fills me in a single thrust. I manage to keep my focus just long enough to see the twisted lines of his expression go slack, his lips falling open with an almost pained sound of pleasure and his eyes going hazy. Then, my own eyes roll back and all I can think about is the perfect fullness of his cock stretching me open, the angle he finds as he splays himself over me, his cock hammering my swollen, throbbing prostate with every thrust.

I try to brace my hands on the bed, but it doesn’t take long before my muscles are quaking too hard to hold me up and I let myself go slack, my face in his pillow, my hips held up by his punishing grip. Will I have finger shaped bruises to remember this night by tomorrow? Fuck, I hope so.

My cock slaps against my belly with every one of his thrusts, leaving streaks of precum on my skin, my balls pulling tighter and tighter as my moans become a constant stream of incomprehensible pleasure. I’m in such a daze that I can’t even get my throat to work, and drool pools on his pillow as I lose myself to the rhythm of his deep, satisfying strokes.

He keeps nuzzling and kissing the back of my neck, his skin feverishly hot against my back, the slap of the thrusts and the combined sound of our wild moans filling the bedroom. My name falls from his lips over and over like it’s the only word he can remember.

His thrusts become more frantic. Harder and deeper. My toes curl and I clench around him hard, stars dancing in my vision as my sac constricts. Griff bites down on the back of my shoulder and wraps his hand around my cock, and I’m fucking done for. I shout so loud I’m sure all the neighbors can hear, and my legs start to tremble, my cock spasming wildly in his grip and then starting to pulse, my inner muscles squeezing around him in the same dizzying rhythm as I gasp and howl with pleasure.

More saliva runs down my chin, but I can’t be bothered to wipe it away. All I can do is fuck myself on his cock, chasing every scorching wave of my orgasm. I can feel the exact moment Griff follows me over the edge, his cock jerking and throbbing inside of me, his whole body convulsing around me. He slams into me one more time and then holds me still, his cock buried deep, pulsing with his orgasm as he presses his face into the crook of my neck and fucking whimpers like the sweetest baby bear I’ve ever heard in my life.

I make soothing sounds, finding enough control of my muscles to reach back and tangle my fingers in his hair, still rocking mindlessly on his cock, eking out every last aftershock I can find until my limbs are numb and my balls are drained.

We collapse together onto his bed, his softening cock slipping out. He tugs off the condom and tosses it aside, then pulls me into his arms, making me the little spoon and wrapping himself around me while we catch our breath.

“Ledge?” he says eventually, his voice rough.

“Mm?” I brace myself for him to politely ask me to get the fuck out. It’s okay, I’m being patient. Emotional intimacy takes time.

“You said TP was contraband. How come?”

I let out a sleepy laugh and wiggle out of his tight grip so I can turn to face him. He makes a grumpy sound and clings to me alittle tighter, but he settles as soon as I lay my cheek on his chest and start to stroke his belly.

“It’s illegal to rehab raccoons in Wisconsin because of rabies. I found her when she was just a newborn though. The rest of her litter didn’t make it, and her mom was nowhere to be found, so I smuggled her home and raised her from a cub. Her eyes weren’t even open yet. Cutest little thing you’ve ever seen in your life.” I smile and nuzzle his chest, petting him in slow, drowsy strokes.

He grunts and it sounds just as sleepy as I feel.

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