Page 66 of Finding the Forward: Part One
The hand on my nipple lowered, massaging my clit, bringing me toward my apex.
“Yes, yes, please.” I tilted my head so I could kiss him. The taste of me filled my mouth as I kissed him.
My pussy muscles spasmed, warning me that I was not only close to orgasm, but wanted to lock.
“Should I lock you? Or would you like me to hold back?” I breathed.
“Lock me, Gorgeous.” His lips slammed into me again, as did his cock, as he continued to take me hard and fast.
I clenched down on his dick, hard, as the orgasm ripped through my body. “Grif.”
“Oh, Kitten.” His own body trembled.
Our entwined bodies tumbled onto the couch, him spooning me.
“That was fantastic,” I murmured, a little aftershock shooting through me as his hand brushed my breast.
He got comfortable behind me, arms tight. I felt like I was floating on a warm, soft cloud. My hip and leg twinged a little more.
Grif didn’t have much of a refractory period. About the time my lock was done, which was only a few moments, he’d be ready to go again.
My pussy finally unclenched. Slipping out of me, he carried me out of the living room.
“You might need to clean that couch,” I whispered, spying a balcony off that incredible view in the open kitchen and dining area.
“Clean it? That’s going to be Dean’s favorite spot until the scent fades.” He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
I could see that. But I didn’t want to make anyone else uncomfortable.
We went down the hall and past several open doors. I got glimpses of things. A den. A bedroom with an art desk and large windows.
The dark room we entered smelled of Dean and Grif. Moonlight spilled onto the oversized window seat. The messy bed wasn’t quite pack-sized, but definitely enough for a couple of alphas.
He brought me into the spacious bathroom and set me gently on the closed toilet lid. Grif made quick work of the condom. I saw some folded washcloths and got one, holding it up to him to ensure it wasn’t decoration.
When he nodded, I turned on the faucet. Taking the washcloth, I carefully washed his face and beard, cleaning it of my juices. I lowered myself so I could wash his cock.
He looked beautiful in only a white button down, his eyes gleaming in the way only someone satisfied could. His scent had intensified with desire and exertion—which I adored.
Running the cloth back under the water, he squeezed out the excess, then ran it along my pussy. He swept me off my feet and returned to his room.
I saw a chair, as well as a bookshelf filled with photos, memorabilia, books, and action figures. Something hung in the corner. A hammock chair, maybe?
Grif laid me down on the bed and I fell into the sumptuous softness of the rumpled plaid comforter. He took off his shirt.
“Ride me, Gorgeous.” He opened the drawer of his nightstand and handed me a condom. Then he laid down in the center of the large bed, on top of the covers.
My leg twinged as I straddled him. Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I made a show of rolling it down his cock. I licked my fingers, then ran them over my pussy, my other hand running over my breasts.
My breath came out in a hiss as I moved the wrong way.
“Are you okay?” He sat up on his elbows, concern in his voice and scent.
I grimaced. “Yellow. We might have to save our cowgirl dreams for another day. I really want to ride you.”
Please you.Disappointment rang through me.
“That’s fine. Another time,” he soothed. Grif drew me closer to him, his hand rubbing my hip and upper thigh. “I have an idea. Ever been railed in a sex swing?” His eyes gleamed as he rolled over and turned on one of the bedside lamps.
