Page 53 of Cherry Picking
Griff is all kinds of relaxed laid across my bed. He’s got an arm tucked under the pillow resting at the headboard, and his thick thighs are spread as wide as he can get them with his legs rucked up and a hand kneading his straining dick.
He’s a fucking dream.
Hazel eyes track me across the room as I take off my shoes, slip my pants and boxers to the floor in one quick motion, and crawl up the bed to situate myself over his body.
That wrecked expression mimics what I feel in my chest: an unbridled need to be a part of him.
“I’m fucking you with that on,” I say, licking my lips and bracing my hands on his thighs. “Neither one of us is touching your dick. I want to see your cum soak it, baby.”
He throws his head back and moans my name, “Riley.”
I maneuver his legs to either side of me and raise them to my shoulders. Griff’s face twists with excitement, a grin spreading across it.
The limber ways I can bend him make it easy for me to spread him wide and hook a finger under the pretty red fabric covering his hole. I loop the slip of material around my thumb and spread his cheeks, shooting a glob of spit straight to that puckered rim and pushing it in with my thumb.
He trembles, moans, and reaches for his dick before I smack his hand away and press my whole thumb inside him. His face scrunches, but the more I move it in and out of him, the looser and more accepting he becomes.
After a moment of playing with his hole, Griff pulls a bottle of lube out from under the pillow and sets it beside me on the bed, but I only grin and shake my head.
He’ll get his lube before my dick penetrates him, but I have all intentions of enjoying my gift before I fully unwrap it.
It requires bending him a little more and scooting myself back to have room to lean down.
The first swipe of my tongue over his hole has him crying out with his hand flying to my hair. I don’t fight it; I love the way he tugs and steers me toward his pleasure.
I flatten my tongue over his rim and lap at it, feeling it quiver with the anticipation of more than just a few languid strokes. My path of play leads me up his taint and to his trapped cock. The one fighting the constraints that barely hold it in place.
“That looks painful.” But I smile and wrap my lips around the material, soaking it, tasting his precum but pulling away before he can have much relief.
Then, I’m back at his hole, breathing in the deep, musky scent of his evening workout, and sink my tongue straight through the tight rings of muscle that clench and welcome me inside.
“Fuck yeah,” Griff whines, both hands coming to my head this time as his legs spasm on my shoulders. “Taste me good.”
God, the mouth on this man.
The scratch of my stubble on his ass cheeks is turning the skin an angry red, and I take that as my cue to pull away, to let the saliva drip from my tongue into his open and ready hole until he’s clawing at me for more.
“Fuck me, Riley. Please.”
He’s always so needy and desperate for me.
I drop his legs and yank him toward the edge of the bed, backing myself off to stand on my feet.
I test the weight on my knee and use the bed for support.
Our eyes meet as I grip his thighs and pull them around my hips. “You better hold on, baby. This is gonna be rough.”
Griffin’s grin only widens. “Exactly how I like it.”
Grabbing the lube off the bed, I coat my dick with a generous amount, and then just let it drip between his crack as I hold him there. Open and waiting. Hard, wet cock straining the lace.
Fuck, I won’t last long.
It’s a quick and dirty fuck, me sinking into him only slow enough for him to adjust, and as soon as the worst of the burn wears off, I let loose.
Griff sometimes says I fuck like an animal. Like someone caged who’s only just been given the freedom to explore, and my favorite exploration is his body.
Outside.
