Page 35 of Handy

His cheeks pink and his eyes take on a smolder that lets me know he’s thinking about last night too.

I fill our plates and carry them over to the table. As soon as I sit down Griff nudges his foot against mine under the table, his eyes fixed on his plate and a shy expression on his face. I love how much he craves touching me, even if he hasn’t figured out how to ask for it yet. I scoot my chair closer to his, screeching across the tile floor without an ounce of subtlety until I can put one hand on his thigh while I use the other to eat.

He makes a contented rumbling sound in his chest as he picks up his fork and digs in. I watch him take the first bite, obsessed with all his micro expressions, like the flutter of his eyelashes and the little twitch in his cheek. He groans and everything about the sound lights up my insides.

“Good, right?”

“Better than some sex,” he says, his lips twitching and then curling into a cheeky smirk for half a second before he takes his next bite.

Satisfied that he’s enjoying the food, I finally dig into my own.

“Do you ever go to the county fair?” It might be a non sequitur, but I defy anyone to come up with a smooth way to sneakily set up a date like this.

He chews slowly for a second then nods. “Stone has this obsession with farm animals, goats in particular, and he usually ends up dragging all of us along.”

“Did you see they’re doing a goat lingerie show there this year?” I laugh, and Griff’s face screws up with confusion.

“What in the hillbilly fuck is a goat lingerie show?” He shakes his head without even waiting for an answer. “Whatever it is, I guarantee Stone is going to want to go.”

“There’s always good food there too.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to drop hints or trying to give him more reasons to go. He nods and grunts in agreement. “Maybe we’ll see each other there?”

He scrunches his eyebrows together and stares at me. He darts his tongue out to lick some stray sauce off his lip and grunts again.

“Maybe…” He clears his throat. “Maybe we could go together.”

“That would be awesome. Honestly, the way you’re selling it, I feel like I need to be there to see Stone enter the holy land of goats.”

“Trust me, if anything I’m underselling it.”

“Count me in then.” I slide my hand a little farther up his thigh and take another bite of my food.

You can lead a bear to the carnival, but you can’t make him ask for a date. This is pretty damn close though, even if he’s not actually going to use the word date, I’ll take it.

Once we’re finished eating, an awkward silence descends between us for just a minute. Griff looks at me with shy, eager heat in his eyes like he’s dying to ask whether I’m going to ‘pay’ him for his work tonight but doesn’t want to be rude or presumptuous. I lick my lips and inch my hand up his thigh, my attention fixed on the flutter of his eyelashes and the way the muscles in his face slacken. He presses into my touch and squirms subtly in his seat.

My cock throbs impatiently, but I ignore it, giving Griff a filthy smile and then slipping under the table. He makes a surprised sound that’s muffled by the table between us. I crawl between his legs and run both hands up his thick, denim-clad thighs this time. He spreads his legs and grunts, his stiffening cock straining against his zipper.

I lean in and press my nose against his bulge. He gasps and clenches his thighs around me, his fingers tangling in my hair as I nuzzle his erection, his jeans chafing against my cheeks and the heat of his body teasingly muted. My ass is still aching in the best way from last night. I clench around the phantom feeling of fullness and my cock spasms and drools precum.

“Ledge,” Griff pants my name in a strangled voice.

I grin and lick the seam of his jeans right over his sac, then reach for his zipper. He whines and lifts his hips, fumbling to help me free his cock. It springs out and sways just inches from my lips, his mushroom head red with arousal and just begging for my mouth. The scent of his musk hits me full force too, making my mouth water and my own cock ache with need.

I lean in and hover with my lips millimeters from his cockhead, close enough to taste the salty tang of precum when I inhale. He whimpers and squirms again, tugging at myhair without any force behind it, just impatience and horny desperation. He can’t see anything I’m doing under here, all he can do is guess my next move. There’s something kind of hot about that. Will I tease him with little flicks of my tongue or open wide and swallow him down whole? All he can do is wait to find out. I chuckle and my breath puffs against his erection, making it twitch and drawing another throaty sound from him.

I dip down a little lower and bury my nose against the base of his cock, feeling his balls tighten against the brush of my mouth. Then, I unfurl my tongue and drag a long, slow lick from root to tip. Griff lifts his ass off the chair again, clenching his fingers in my hair and moaning. I do it again, feeling his cock twitch and throb against my tongue.

“Please,” he rasps. “Ledge.”

I hum at the sound of my name on his tongue like a prayer, then wrap my lips around his crown. I lap over his cockhead and fist the base of his shaft, coaxing a burst of fresh precum out that makes me moan around him. Fuck teasing, I want to devour this man.

I slide my hands up, slipping them under his shirt to run them over his soft, sexy stomach and tease his belly button. Griff whimpers and his hips twitch as I ease down onto his cock, relaxing my throat and lapping at his shaft with every inch I take. The weight of his erection on my tongue has my balls pulling tight and a needy, horny feeling heating up my gut.

I bob my head, taking him deep over and over, my throat convulsing around him every time I swallow him down. Spit dribbles from the corners of my lips and I hum and groan, making muffled, hungry sounds that vibrate through his shaft. His balls pull up closer and closer to his body and his thighs quake on either side of me, curses and praise falling from his lips as he gets lost in the rhythm right along with me, rocking his hips to meet my downward thrusts. I jerk and squirminvoluntarily, cursing the all-wrong friction of my throbbing cock trapped inside my jeans still, soaking my briefs with precum.

I hum and slurp, making filthy noises around his cock. Griff’s belly tightens and quivers under my touch until his entire body is trembling and his hips are snapping wildly, chasing his orgasm as his cock grows stiffer and stiffer against my tongue. I take him as deep as I can one more time and he shouts my name, grinding his hips against my face, his pubic hair tickling my nose as he lets out a shout and starts to pulse. I coax my tongue along his spasming shaft, my cock aching in sympathy as he spills down my throat.

I suck and lick him until the pulsing slows, the last few dribbles of his cum landing on my tongue as he eases his oversensitive cock out of my mouth. I wipe the back of my hand over my wet, messy lips and crawl out from under the table. Griff meets my gaze with wild eyes, and before I can even think of anything cheeky or flirtatious to say, he shoves our dirty dishes out of the way, the silverware clattering noisily to the floor, and hoists me up onto the table.

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