Page 64 of Finding the Forward: Part One
With each passing day, it got more and more difficult to imagine life without him.
“I like you, too,” I breathed. Wherever we were going, I hoped we got there soon. I needed his body to crush mine as he speared me with his beauteous cock over and over until we exploded in ecstasy.
He exhaled sharply. “If my hand works under that dress, will your pretty pussy be soaking?”
“You know it is,” I smirked. Yeah, I was a sopping mess for that man.
His fingers slipped under the fabric. “No panties. You unravel me.”
They brushed the length of me. Withdrawing, he brought that hand to his mouth. Keeping his eyes on the road, he licked his fingers. “You're delicious.”
Could I ride him while he was driving? Probably not. I wasn’t as flexible as I used to be.
To keep my mind off whether or not fucking while driving was legal in New York, I checked in with Mercy, who was fine.
We entered a garage of a high rise and parked. Where were we going? A rooftop bar could be fun.
Putting my hand on the small of his back, we walked toward the elevators, my crutch making a soft thumping sound on the ground. He led me past the first bank of elevators to another bank and opened the far one with a key card.
My curiosity piqued.
“Where are we going?” There were no buttons. Was he taking me home?
He’d been over to my place, but I hadn’t gone to his. I’d also yet to meet AJ. It felt strange, but what did I know about functional packs?
The elevator doors closed. Grif pushed me against the wall. His warmth seared me as his mouth conquered mine. My arms tightened around him and I moaned.
About time.
His sweet kisses set every cell of mine on fire. The thrill of getting caught shot through me. If I pressed the stop button, would he take me now?
Adinginterrupted us. Grif picked me up, crutch and all, and carried me out of the elevator. It was dark, but a warm, inviting light came on. His mouth was still on me, one hand cupped on my bare ass.
He placed me on a couch. A couch?
“No one’s home.” He leaned my crutch up against a chair, on which he put my purse and wrap. He removed my shoes and his, putting them on a rack by the door.
“Ooh, are you going to chase me through your house and ravish me where you catch me? Maybe give me a head start?” Delight rushed through me.
“Mmmm, no head start today.” His eyes glimmered.
He pounced. In one swift motion, I was on my knees on the cushions, facing the back of the giant sectional.
I could see the elevator. It opened straight to his living room like something out of a movie.
The place seemed airy and nicely appointed—not that I could see much in the dimness, but the sconces and art seemed tasteful. The sectional couch was full of throw pillows and even larger than mine, with ottomans that possibly pushed together to make it even bigger.
Grif’s rain, Dean’s snuggly sweater, and Jonas’ moss permeated the air, along with a fourth scent. Vetiver. That must be AJ. Oooh. I liked that, too.
And the view of the city...
His mouth grazed my neck, not kissing, but nibbling and sucking hard. A hand brushed my hair, trailing down my neck, then found the back of my dress. Slowly, he unzipped it, the other hand moving up my inner thigh, teasing my dripping, needy cunt with the lightest of caresses.
My eyes closed as he slid my dress off my body. Those teases and nibbles made me burn with desire. There was the sound of fabric being thrown, as deft fingers unhooked my strapless bra.
A hand pushed my ass up, helping me into a slightly higher position.
“That doesn’t hurt your leg, does it?” His hot breath caressed my neck as two fingers entered me.
