Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I don’t do anything, though. I’m frozen, caught between my common sense and my desire. Griffin’s warm breath on the insides of my thighs drives out coherent thoughts, and when his tongue touches the dripping-wet center of me, an explosion of pleasure goes off between my legs. I press my head back into my pillow, moaning wildly as he licks and laps at my pussy. Reaching down, I grip his hair, pulling it hard as he plunges his tongue into me.
“Oh my God,” I stutter. “Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.”
Griffin buries his face deeper into me, sucking and nipping at my swollen, sensitive button. I draw in a sharp breath and squeeze my eyes shut, gritting my teeth and doing my best to keep from screaming. The last thing I want is to have Maddy pounding on my door right now. Not when I’m so close to the very first orgasm I didn’t give myself.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. He licks me with a wild abandon that leaves me shaking and breathless. He pulls me closer to him, driving his tongue deeper into me as he strums my clit with his fingers. He brings me to the brink in an instant, and I bite the side of my hand to stifle my cries, but my body shakes so hard it’s like I’m having a seizure of some kind. Through it all, Griffin keeps using his tongue to pleasure me, sending bolts of electricity shooting through my veins.
Slowly, my orgasm ebbs, leaving me panting and wrung out. At the same time, despite being a little nervous about it, I’m looking forward to what comes next. I’m already picturing having him inside of me, thinking about what it’s going to be like to have him filling me up with that deliciously long, hard cock. He looks up at me with my juices, making the stubble on his face glisten, superheating my sex.
“Come here,” I say.
As he gets up and starts to unbuckle his belt, I hear the key in the lock a moment before the door flies open, and Lila comes stumbling in. There’s a moment when time seems to stand perfectly still as we all exchange awkward looks with each other. Nobody speaks. Nobody moves. I’m not sure anybody is even breathing. And then Lila screams.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she shrieks. “I’m so sorry!”
“What are you doing here?” I shriek back.
“I live here! Oh my God, put some pants on!” she says and laughs.
“Stop screaming, or Maddy—”
“You stop screaming!”
We’re laughing hysterically with each other as I struggle to maintain some bit of dignity and wiggle back into my yoga pants. All the while, Griffin stands there looking at us like we’ve lost our minds. Lila finally rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind her, but I can still hear her cackling as she runs down the hall. My face red and still giggling, I turn to Griffin.
“Well, that was awkward,” he says.
“Sorry.”
“I think I should go.”
“Yeah. Probably,” I say. “Text me.”
He flashes me that cocky grin again, then leans forward and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue, and there’s a part of me that wants to throw caution to the wind and finish what we started. But the fear of Maddy bursting in like Lila had keeps me from acting on it. The last thing I need is to get thrown out of school.
“Talk soon,” he says.
“We better.”
He gives me a wink as he slips out of my room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving me alone with a racing heart, a churning belly, a hot, wet burning between my thighs, and an unfulfilled sensation of desire coursing through me.
But Griffin also leaves me thinking that maybe he does care about me. That perhaps, everything I thought about the connection we shared the other night wasn’t just all in my head after all. It’s a thought that puts a smile on my face, so I guess that’s something.
8
GRIFFIN
“Thanks, Griff.”
“Yeah, you got it,” I say. “Good work tonight. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
As Gilbert, my last appointment for the night, leaves, I sit down on the bench, towel the sweat off my face, and take a breather. While I do, I read Grace’s text and smile to myself. It’s been a couple of days since our mishap in her dorm room. We’ve been texting constantly, though. It’s been fun. She’s playful and witty. She’s also flirty and suggestive, which is even more fun. For being a virgin and, as she tells me, not experienced with men at all, she’s a lot dirtier than I would have ever expected. And I like that about her.
Gilbert and I are the last ones in the gym, so after he goes, I take a quick shower as I ponder whether to pop by Grace’s dorm tonight or not. I’m tempted. At least, I would be if I wasn’t paranoid about her roommate walking in on us again. Getting out of the shower, I towel off and throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, resigning myself to the fact that I’m probably going to have to make do with her teasing over text for a couple more days. She’s busy, and as much as I’d like to spend some time inside her, I don’t want to interfere with her education.