Page 88 of Beyond The Break

Griffin finds a cozy booth in the back corner of the cafe, the soft glow of sunlight beaming its rays on our table. We both slide in and unwrap our sandwiches, devouring them in minutes.

“That was the best sandwich of my life,” I say, leaning against the back of the booth as I sip on my latte.

“It really was,” Griffin agrees, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “but it can’t compete with your homemade pancakes.”

A grin stretches the skin on my face, and he leans over with a chuckle, kissing me. I lean into the kiss as he pulls my body closer to his, sliding his hand under the table and across my thigh.

I suppress a shiver. “What are you doing?” I whisper as his hand slides past my skirt, his fingers playing with the edge of my lace panties.

“Stay quiet,” he says in a low voice.

His hand slides along the material of my panties, playing with my clit until the material is soaking. I keep my eyes on the red-head behind the counter as I bite my lip, my face growing warm. I don’t want us to get caught, who knows what this girl might say to the press if she recognizes Griffin. He begins kissing my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear and sliding his tongue across it.

A shaky breath escapes me as an electrifying feeling courses through my body, zapping its way straight to my nipples, and causing them to pebble underneath my thin bra. He moves his lips from my neck and watches me as he slides the material of my panties to the side and sinks his skilled fingers inside of me. My head falls back against the booth, and I close my eyes.

“You’re always so wet for me,” he whispers, working his fingers in and out, “almost like you get turned on just from being around me.”

I bite my lip harder, drawing blood, as the pace of his fingers grows faster. When I open my eyes to find the red-head, she’s nowhere to be seen, so I allow myself to relax as I near the edge, fire pooling in my core.

“I’m going to come,” I whimper.

He shocks me by slowing his movements, causing the build up to fade. My mouth drops open, and I frown at him, earning myself a low chuckle.

“Something wrong?” he asks, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Don’t tease me,” I say through barred teeth.

He leans in and kisses me slowly before pulling away slightly and looking into my eyes. “I like teasing you, it allows me to see how much you want me, sunshine.”

His fingers pick up speed but just like last time, as soon as I reach the edge, he slows down. I let out a frustrated groan.

“If you’re not going to make me come, then remove your fingers and I’ll do it myse?—"

He plunges his fingers deep, this time his thumb finding my clit and working it in circles.

“Shhhh…just a little bit more.”

My head falls back against the seat as I start to see dark spots everywhere. He lowers his mouth to my ear, nipping at my lobe.

“Be a good girl,” he whispers, “and come for me.”

The sound of his voice, so commanding and so aroused, is enough to tip me over the edge as I dissolve into pleasure. My thighs squeeze together, making it impossible for him to keep sliding his fingers in and out, as I ride out the rest of my orgasm, biting my lip to keep quiet.

When I finally stop, he slides his fingers out and instead of tasting them, he brings them up to my lips.

“Open,” I hesitantly open my mouth as he slides his fingers inside my mouth, “and suck.”

I close my lips around his fingers, tasting my arousal. Griffin makes sure to take his time as he slides his fingers back and forth across my tongue. I let out a soft moan, watching as his eyes light up.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so sexy.”

A clatter sounds from the counter and both of us glance in the direction to see the red-head watching us with an empty pan in her hands, cheeks aflame. My eyes stretch to their limits as her eyes lock on mine. Griffin quickly pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and she snaps out of her trance, her face still flushed as she drops to the ground and picks up whatever dessert it was that she dropped.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, covering my face in embarrassment as I sink down in my seat wishing the floor would swallow me whole.

I hear his chuckle before I feel his hand tug my wrist away from my face. “Let’s get cleaned up and leave,” he says, sliding out of the booth.

I pretend not to notice the tenting of his grey sweatpants as he stands up straight. He holds his hand out for me, and I take it, sliding out after him and allowing him to escort me to the ladies’ room before he walks himself into the men’s room.

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