Page 27 of Fighting the Darkness

I keep my eyes locked on his as my hands make quick work of undoing his pants. Desire floods through me at the need in his eyes.

“Usually, when someone wants to be rewarded, they want their cock sucked—not the other way around,” Griffin says breathlessly as I release his cock.

I just grin up at him. “Oh, I definitely want that too, but first, I need to taste you.”

I lick my lips, stroking my hand up his thick cock. I keep my eyes locked on his as I lean forward and wrap my lips around him. Griffin’s mouth falls open, and I smile around his cock.

Fuck, I love this. I love h—

No. Nope. Not going there.

Forcing my thoughts away from my feelings for my lover, I focus on the task at hand. My eyes fall away from his as his fingers lace through my hair. He doesn’t push me further down on him—he never does. I slide further down his length, taking him as deep as I can before swallowing.

Griffin’s hips jerk, pushing him further down my throat.

Hell, yes. That’s what I want.

I pop off his dick, and he groans. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I’ve decided that as part of my reward, I want you to fuck my face.”

Surprise fills his eyes, though it’s quickly replaced with desire. One of his hands slides down until he’s cupping my face, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. “You’d be okay with that?”

“Okay with that?” I laugh. “I’d fucking love it. How long have we been sleeping together? Fucking years. You know I like it rough.”

Griffin shrugs, looking bashful. “I didn’t know if that would carry over to giving head.”

“Well, now you know, and I’ll expect it frequently.”

Not giving him a chance to answer me, I close my lips around him once more. His hands grip my hair as he slides forward on the chair. “You better hold on, Sor.”

And that’s the only warning I get before he gives me exactly what I asked for. My hands slap down on his thighs as his hips buck up and he uses my head to force me further and further down his cock until I’ve taken all of him. My eyes water, and I have to remind myself to breathe through my nose, but this is what I needed.

I’d told him he could go down on me after I was done giving him a blowjob, but there’s no fucking way I can wait that long.

Reaching down to my aching cock that presses painfully against my shorts, I yank them out of the way. As much as I’d love to draw this out, I won’t last long now that my hand is on my cock. If I’m honest with myself, I wouldn’t have lasted long even without touching myself.

“I’m close, Sor. Are you going to swallow like a good boy?”

Unable to answer him, I groan around his dick as he picks up his pace. I try to match my strokes with his, but I don’t last long enough to catch up. I explode, crying out around his cock as cum spills over my hands and abs.

“Sor,” Griffin roars, my only warning before he’s coming down my throat. I hum around him and he startles, eyes wide as he looks down at me. “Are you okay?”

Instead of answering, I lick along his cock until I’m sure I’ve gotten him cleaned of his cum. Standing, I offer him my hand which he quickly licks clean before leaning over to give my abs the same treatment.

My cock perks up as his tongue flicks across my abs, but there’s no way I’m going again.

I step back, out of Griffin’s reach, and shoot him a smile. “That was fun.”

“It always is,” he replies, but there’s a tension to his face that wasn’t there before. “You should probably head home. I’ve got some work to do. We’ll meet tomorrow about the plan for Freya.”

Feeling dismissed, I just nod as I tuck my cock away and leave him alone in his office.

Things between Griffin and I are... complicated, to say the least. We’ve been sleeping together for years, but we’ve never been monogamous—hell, we’ve never even dated. Really, it was just scratching an itch when there wasn’t someone else in our lives. Until it wasn’t. Or at least it’s not for me anymore. I’m the absolute idiot who went and fell for his fuck buddy. Such a rookie move on my part. I keep hoping that if I push them down far enough, the feelings will disappear, but no luck so far.

Shaking my head, I head for the locker room. I need to get changed and get the hell out of here. Maybe I’ll hit up the bar on the way home. Get drunk and go home with a stranger. Sounds like a good plan to me.

Even if I know none of it will help me forget that I’m one hundred percent in love with Griffin Remington.

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