Page 100 of Accidental Husband
But also drawing more attention to my thighs.
And I…
No.
I'm not thinking about this.
I'm fucking my best friend in view of the entire city.
That's the risk here.
Not the scars on my skin.
This is… It's really fucking hot.
"Fuck, Jules." He pulls something from his pocket. "You're gonna kill me."
"Yeah?"
He nods into my shoulder. "You're too fucking sexy."
The compliment makes me blush. I close my eyes. Let the praise spread to my chest, stomach, limbs.
I'm here. In this moment. Not worrying about yesterday or tomorrow or anything except coming.
And making Griff come.
I really need to make him come again.
"Speak for yourself." I rub my ass against his hard-on. Fuck, that feels good. It's primal. I need his desire. His need. His passion.
All right, I need his cock.
It's not poetic, but it's true.
"Fuck me." I rub my flesh against him.
He groans into my ear. "Not until you come."
I swallow hard. I can do this. I can forget.
He shifts his hips backward. Pulls the toy from his pocket. Turns it on.
The steady buzz fills my ears.
"Have you ever?" He shifts his hips, pressing his crotch into my ass.
"No." I arch my back to meet him. Fuck, his cock feels so good against my flesh. There's all this fabric in the way, but I can still soak up his warmth and hardness.
"Let me know if it's too much." He brings the toy to my inner thigh. Presses it against my skin.
The buzz is intense.
And his hand is so, so close to my scars.
But his fingertips aren't brushing my skin.
The toy is.
