Page 24 of Tan Lines & Trouble
He slides his index finger over my slit before pushing the single digit inside of me, fucking me with it in time with his kiss.
I claw at the fabric of his shirt as be bites at my lip. "That's right baby doll, show everyone here who you belong to."
"Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?" My words are choppy and dripping with pleasure.
"Or," Griffin whispers before licking my neck. "I could get you off right here, right up against this bar."
My eyes flare in panic. "People can see us!"
"All they see is me standing close to you. They don't know I'm a knuckle deep in your greedy pussy. They don't know you're dripping for me." His words are a rough whisper that send a pulse of need to my already throbbing clit. "They don't know how badly you wish it was my cock filling you. And if you can be a good girl and stay quiet, they'll never know. They'll just think we're two horny vacationers who like to makeout with an audience."
I'm panting. Dizzy. Desperate. "Yes," I whimper, wiggling my hips in search of friction. "Yes!"
"That's it, baby doll. Stay still and let me make you come."
I clasp my hands around his neck and pull his lips to mine for another brain-melting kiss right as he slides in another finger, pumping and curling them in a way that damn near has me levitating.
I'm hot, burning up really. Sweaty and trembling as my orgasm approaches. "So close," I murmur into his kiss.
"I can feel it. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Come, baby doll. Come and let me take you back to the room."
He presses his thumb to my clit, and like a rocket, I fucking detonate.
"Oh, my God,"I groan as I roll from my side to my back.
"How're you feeling?" Griffin asks, sounding far too chipper for my poor, soggy, hungover brain.
My ears ring with the sound of his voice. "Why are you yelling?"
"Not yelling, baby doll."
"Shh!" I fold my pillow up on either side to cover my ears.
"C'mon," he murmurs as softly as a freaking freight train. The bed dips. "Up and at 'em."
"No thanks."
"Do you really want to sleep away an entire day of your trip?"
Ugh. Damn him for making a valid point."Fine." I release the pillow and slowly peel back one eyelid and then the other. "It's so bright. Why? Why is it so bright?"
Griffin chuckles. "It's just the lamp Blue."
"With like a four-hundred-watt bulb."
"Pretty sure it's just your run of the mill sixty."
I glare at him and his lips tip up into a full-on grin.
"Gotcha some water, a Gatorade, and some Advil."
"What?"
He ignores my question. "Chug the water and take two pain killers. I'll start the shower for you and you can drink the Gatorade in there."
I blink my eyes before pinching my thigh. "Ouch!"
"What?"
