Page 29 of Handy

“I didn’t do any work for you today,” he says in a quiet rumble.

“Nope, you didn’t.” I’m curious to see where he’s going with this.

“So, anything we do tonight…” He reaches up to rub the back of his neck and catches my eye, nerves and heat dancing in his gaze. “It’s just for fun.”

“Are you saying the other two times I had you naked and panting for me weren’tfun?” I gasp with feigned offense, putting one hand over my heart.

His cheeks turn pink and his eyes widen a fraction.

“No, I didn’t mean—”

I step closer, putting both my hands on his belly and grinning.

“I’m fucking with you, big bear. I get what you mean, and yeah, no exchange here. Anything we do tonight is just for fun.” I bump my nose against his and lick my lips. We’re close enough that I can taste the sweetness of his breath on my tongue when I do it. “That cool with you?”

He makes a noise in his chest and then wraps both arms around me, his hands landing on my ass more forcefully than they have before. The other two times we’ve fooled around, I felt like it was kind of my show, like I was calling the shots and doting on my big, needy bear. I am definitely not complaining about that, but the look that flares in his eyes as his fingers dig roughly into my denim-clad ass cheeks is somethingverydifferent, and I am so fucking here for it.

“Yeah,” he growls. “It’s fucking cool.” Then he slams his mouth into mine like a starving man jumping on a steak, all desperation and hunger and lust hot enough to sear through me and leave me nothing but a pile of ashes.

Okay, big bear came to play.

Griff licks his way into my mouth with another growl that vibrates against my tongue and lips. I groan into the cavern of his mouth, sliding my hands under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin, his body hair tickling my palms. He uses his grip on my ass to keep me plastered to him as we stumble through the house blindly, our tongues tangling around muffled moans, our cocks hard and aching, dragging and grinding, with our jeans frustratingly in the way of any actual relief.

“What are you into?” he asks hoarsely in between rough nips of my lips and languid drags of his tongue against mine.

“Whatever as long as it’s not too freaky-deaky.” I let out a breathless laugh that turns into a louder moan as he dips his face into the crook of my throat, his beard tickling my skin, and sucks on my pulse point. “Vers bottom, so it’s all good on my end.”

He grunts against my neck, and I gasp as the backs of my knees hit his bed and I tumble backward into the pile of fluffy blankets that smell like Griff. He doesn’t follow me down right away, instead standing at the foot of the bed, raking his eyes over me. I’m still fully dressed, my cock straining in my jeans, my t-shirt rucked up to show the flat planes of my belly, but the way he’s looking at me, you’d think I was naked. He rumbles deep in his throat again, palming his cock through his pants, his nostrils flaring like he actuallyisa wild beast who can smell how fucking horny I am for him.

“Well, I’d love to fuck you, but someone stole my lube.”

It takes my lust-drunk brain a few seconds to process what he’s saying. Fuck. I don’t want to look too disappointed, but my shoulders sag and my lips turn down in a frown. Would I be showing my cards too much if I offered to run home and get the lube? Would it ruin the mood? What if I just begged him to eat me out until I’m spit-slicked enough to make it work?

The edges of Griff’s lips curve up and a spark of teasing flickers in his eyes, making the corners of them crinkle with honest-to-fuck smile lines. I gasp playfully, sitting up and wrapping my fist around the front of his shirt.

“Was that baby’s first joke?” I tease, dragging him down to my level and nudging my nose against his.

“Maybe. Why, did you want me to fuck you?” His lips are still quivering with a flicker of a smile, hovering so close to mine that I can taste every exhale.

“Yes, please.”

I tug at his shirt with a smirk, and he helps me pull it over his head, tossing it aside and then crashing into me all over again. The mattress shifts under his weight as he crawls over me, and we fall into a fresh, frantic rhythm with our lips and tongues and groping hands that feels completely different from the first two times we fooled around.

Maybe my idea to trade handjobs for handiwork wasn’t quite as brilliant as I thought. Not that I think he didn’t enjoy it, but now I’m wondering if he was indulging me more than anything. Memories of the way he melted under my touch and whimpered for me surge to the forefront of my mind and derail that sliver of a doubt before it can take hold. Maybe it was just the exact excuse he needed to let someone else be sweet tohimfor a change, and now he’s in the mood to show me a different side of himself.

If he wants to luxuriate in letting me pet him and play with him sometimes and be the big, dominant grizzly others, I am so fucking here for that. Enthusiastically, I might add.

We shed our clothes in a flurry of wandering hands and bitten-off moans. Griff’s soft, strong body pins me to the mattress, his hot, hard, bare cock rocking against mine as our legs tangle. His cockhead drags against mine, slick with the precum drooling from his slit, and a desperate spasm runs through my shaft. He moans, pressing his face into the crook of my neck, and thrusts against me again.

“You feel so good, Ledge,” he rasps, his voice hoarse.

“I’ll feel even better when I’m stretched around that thick cock,” I purr, reaching between us to wrap my fingers loosely around both our cocks. “I’m fucking needy for you, big bear. Don’t make me beg.” I flick my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he parts them with a whine, thrusting into my teasing grasp.

“Can I lick you?”

My eyes roll back and my hole flutters and clenches, already anticipating the wet slide of his tongue.

“Oh god, please,” I pant, already scrambling to flip over and bury my face in his pillow.

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