Page 6 of Baring it All (Men in Charge)

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” It’s not an answer because the only thing I can think about is chasing a high, a high so tall and big that I’m dying to crash over. It’s as if my body is in the ocean, feet spread part, as I watch as the wave rolling closer, bracing for impact, and still, once it hits you, you’re not prepared. That is the exact feeling that’s overwhelming me right now.

“Mouth, baby girl, now.” Griff’s voice comes out harsh. There’s no brokering his demand, and that’s exactly what it is. It’s not a request, it’s a command, one I follow without pause. He takes over our kiss before it even begins while keeping up his ministrations on my clit. His thumb slides inside my pussy, and I pulse around him, my body greedy for the orgasm I’m finally going to successfully achieve without using my own fingers or toys. It’s never felt this good. Ever. His teeth nip at my lips, tongue lapping, and then he’s diving full steam ahead. His teeth nip at my lips, tongue lapping, and then he’s diving full steam ahead. Just like everything else with the man standing in front of me, he takes over in the best way possible.

“Please,” I breathe into his mouth, wanting more of his fingers inside me, wanting to feel the stinging burn when he pushes me to my limits with his thick fingers.

“More what?” Griff pulls on my bodysuit, using it as a seesaw, unbothered by the fact I’m sure it’s going to be destroyed. I’m going to keep it forever, look at it hanging in my closet as one of the greatest moments of all times.

“More.” I bear down on his thumb. “More everything.” My hands slide up until I’m using his shoulders for leverage to lift up, showing Griffin what I want, and when he pulls his thumb out of my pussy, I mewl, “Daddy,” leaving me feeling unfulfilled. Until his thumb leaving becomes two fingers. There’s no buildup, not that I need it. The sound of my wetness clues me in to the fact along with our labored breathing.

“Fuck, yeah, baby girl. Keep at it. Show daddy how hard you can come.” Jesus Christ, my body trembles with Griff surrounding me. This man does not shy away; if anything, he pushes me farther than ever. He adds another finger. My pussy has a tight chokehold on his finger, the way he’s working my clit with my clothes. A wetness like I’ve never felt before rushes out of me. I have no idea what it is or if it’s okay. All I know is it takes over and leaves me feeling incredible.

“Daddy.” It’s a guttural groan. My voice isn’t my own. I am fucking gone, so far gone that my eyes slam closed, my mouth rips away from his, and I’m tumbling like I’ve been caught in an undertow at sea. Only Griff isn’t the riotous ocean. His hold is secure, he’s my own personal life raft, and he doesn’t seem to want to ever let me go.

8

GRIFFIN

Hook, line, and sinker. I’ve met the one woman who can match me move for move. Stormy’s body is worn out from her orgasm, body lying against mine as I hold her tightly. No fucking way am I letting her go, not even for a night. I should have known the way she tossed back tequila, let go of her inhibitions, and had no problem tracking me down that she’d be it. I’m fucking gone for her in the best possible way. Add in the fact she’s tight, so goddamn tight, it’s a wonder Zach or any man before him couldn’t make her come. Yet I did. Yet I fucking did, and she squirted, too. Her thighs are soaked, so are my hand and forearm, and I’m pretty sure my jeans. Not to mention the desk beneath her bare ass. I’m never going to want to clean it up either. I’ll want the impression of her ass cheeks seared to the wood.

My brain quiets down. There’s no bar, no Barbie, no worries about what my family, especially my brother, is going to think. In this moment, the only thoughts that consume me are Stormy and how I’m going to get us the fuck out of this place without people seeing her look as beautiful as she is right now.

“Hmm, I don’t ever want to move.” Her face is planted in my chest, her lips kissing right where my heart is currently beating rapidly. I don’t want her to leave, and she clearly doesn’t either, so it comes as no surprise when my hand burrows into her hair, holding her there.

“No one says you have to, baby girl.” I kiss the top of her head, knowing we’ll need to have a discussion. There are things we need to iron out and we’ll need to make clear with one another.

“That’s good because I’m not sure I can feel my lower extremities.” There’s a teasing to her tone. I look down at her with her skirt hiked around her stomach, her body suit contraption thing more or less a thong in the front and the back. I should have been more careful. Her legs are hanging freely off the edge of the desk. I’ll bet she’s got some tingling going on.

“Arms around my shoulders.” I wait until she does as I request before picking her up and off the desk. Her legs wrap around me immediately. It does nothing for my cock, who refuses to go soft. A damn near impossibility when it comes to the woman in my arms. I walk with her until we make it to the couch in my office. Many nights, I found myself getting a few hours of shuteye before making the trek home. Especially in the early days, coming off a shift, landing at the bar, working from noon until three o’clock in the morning. I was dead on my feet and didn’t need to be behind a wheel endangering myself or someone else. The couch has been a staple ever since, though now it’s newer, not the hand-me-down I once had, and it’s also deep enough that it’s more than comfortable to use on a rare occasion these days.

“You good?” I ask once I settle us on the couch, her knees at either side of my waist, her arms still holding on, and the only difference? She’s lifted her head, and I’ve got her pretty face looking up at me like I’m the keeper of her stars.

“Um, yeah, I mean, still kind of shocked. That was pretty intense. Are you okay?” She drops down, her cunt pressing on my cock. Her squirming causes me to hold her hips so she can’t do any more damage. As it is, I’m going to have blue balls with a permanent zipper etched into my dick.

“Ignore my dick. He can wait. We’ve got a few things to talk about before I’m taking you home.” I can feel the change in her when I utter those two sentences. When she tries to back away from me, I keep her firmly in my hold. “Baby girl, if you think I’m taking you to your place, you’re dead fucking wrong. You’ll be in my bed tonight. What we do will be up to you.” She settles down, no longer trying to get away from me.

“Okay.” She doesn’t argue the idea, so I figure it’s time to get this conversation taken care of so I can do something about my never-ending hard cock, whether that means a cold shower, using my hand, or getting Stormy horizontal, spread out on my bed, and sinking so deep inside her we have a repeat performance of earlier.

“You like what we did?” I ask.

“Ugh, yeah, more than like. Didn’t you get the memo?” She follows up a question with a question. I smirk, glad she’s pleased with getting off as hard she did.

“I got it, baby girl, loud and clear. I know you like for me to be in control, I know what you sound like when you come and what you feel like doing the same. I also know you went off even higher when you called me daddy.” Her cheeks pinken, her chest rises and then falls.

“About that. I’ve never, you know…” She fumbles with her words. That’s okay because I’ve got all the patience in the world when it comes to Stormy talking. It doesn’t matter if it takes her all night. I’ll sit right here, holding her close, till it’s all out. “Well, you know that I’ve never orgasmed with a man before. My drunken words were definitely sober thoughts. As for using the worddaddy, that’s a new level of myself unlocked, and yeah, I like it. A lot.”

“Good, I like that I’m the first man you’ve experienced both with. I’m going to give it to you straight. This isn’t me trying to take over your life or fulfill that role as a father. It’s yours, and it’s mine, no one else’s.” I let me words sink in, knowing she’ll have questions. I’m ready and waiting to answer anything she’s got, to navigate the newness that is taking hold between us.

“This, will it stay in the bedroom? Not that I’m against others having a full-time daddy thing. I just don’t want to lose a piece of myself.” The quiet time Stormy had coming down definitely gave her time to contemplate things. I shouldn’t be surprised, yet I am. She’s a strong, independent woman, got wrapped up in the wrong man thinking she was doing what most people her age need to do because society is a pain in the dick and dictates our way of thinking.

“No, baby girl, this gig is only in the bedroom. I’m not trying to staunch your personality. You’re still you, and I’m still me.” She breathes a sigh of relief. Her hands move from around my neck they are on my chest, kneading me like a kitten.

“I’d like that, a chance to navigate something new. And Griff?” she questions.

“Yeah, Stormy?”

“I should probably clean up. I’m kind of making a mess out of more than myself now.” I don’t give a Goddamn, but if we’re going to walk out of the bar with an audience, I can understand her worry.

“Bathroom is through that door. I’ve got a spare shirt you can wear, then we’ll head back to my place, yeah?”

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