Bebe
So, we’re essentially on a date tonight. At least that’s what we’ve both decided to call it.
And truth be told, I’m sort of in hiding, so when it boils down to it, it’s probably safer to stay inside the Jameson building. It would seem dating within the confines of our headquarters would make our options limited, but that isn’t the case. We could have chosen to watch a movie in the media room, rack a game on the pool table, spend time on the beautiful rooftop area Joslyn decorated, or even head to the indoor gun range and get a couple of rounds in.
But given the fact the entire facility is riddled with strategically placed cameras for security purposes, I didn’t want my date potentially televised to anyone. Not that there was anyone actively watching, but I could totally see Dozer pulling up the footage—perhaps (hopefully) seeing Griff kissing me—and making my life a living hell with teasing critique.
Which is why Griff and I are in my apartment, watching a movie while lying side by side on my couch like a couple of teenagers.
It’s odd, and I love it. The feeling of relaxation and security with him lying behind me, an arm casually draped across my hip, and his thumb lazily drawing circles on my jean-clad thigh.
We didn’t start out here. First, I fed the man by ordering Chinese. We ate right out of the box using chopsticks, switching back and forth between lo mein and steamed dumplings. We ate and sipped at our beers, me sitting cross-legged on one end of the couch while he had the other, his legs stretched out, sock-clad feet on the coffee table.
We attended to business first, and he filled me in on his meeting with Bogachev. I don’t think he left out any details because it was bad enough listening to him recount how he planted my USB drive into the man’s bedroom TV and was almost caught doing it. I had terrible images flashing through my mind of Bogachev putting a bullet in Griff’s brain for that little transgression, but it all turned out okay.
Not only did Griff successfully plant my device, but he also got Bogachev to send him on a fool’s errand of a mission to murder my son and mother. It bought Griff the time he needs to come back here so we can put our heads together to bring this fucker down.
After that, the conversation moved more naturally into other things that didn’t have to do with murderous Russian mobsters and computer hacking. It was when Griff gave a mighty yawn I suggested that we perhaps watch a movie and if he happened to fall asleep on the couch of this little one-bedroom apartment, he would be well served by getting some rest.
With Thor: Ragnarok on Netflix and both of us avid Marvel fans, it didn’t seem weird at all when he pulled me down into a supine position on the couch with my body in front of his. We’re so perfectly fitted, and I cannot pretend to be unaffected by his big body molded to mine.
I settle into him a little more, wanting more contact. Moving his arm around my waist, he pulls me in for a hug of sorts while nuzzling his nose into my hair. Electric shocks tingle along my neck in response.
“You smell amazing,” he murmurs, moving down to brush his lips across the sensitive spot right behind my ear. I can’t help the audible intake of air, a mixture of being completely turned on and a little startled, only because I wasn’t expecting it.
Griff continues to kiss his way down my neck with no hesitation whatsoever. His confidence is a complete turn on to me, knowing he wants this and he’s taking it without asking. He moves his mouth to my shoulder, pulling the neck of my shirt to the side to expose the skin there. His right hand snakes its way under my shirt, his large palm settling on the center of my belly.
I’m assaulted by sensations from every direction—the touch of his lips, the warmth of his palm, the intense arousal between my legs. I know without a doubt I’m already soaked from just that little bit of affection. Ten and a half years is a long time to go without the regular touch of another human, and even though this isn’t the first time he’s touched me, it’s still a new sensation to my body.
“Bebe,” he whispers, lips making their way back up my neck to my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
I groan, unable to articulate all the things I’m currently feeling. I want everything from him.
“Bebe,” he repeats. “I want to make you come, but I need to know if you want that too.”
“Yes,” I hiss, unable to articulate much more, and he chuckles in response. I think I might have fallen a little in love with him, because his only thought is to bring me pleasure. I’ve never known a man like that.
His hand moves from my waist to expertly pop the button of my jeans. As he slowly lowers the zipper, my heart rate kicks into overdrive, causing my ears to buzz. This man drives me wild, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the feelings he invokes.
Sliding his hand into my panties, he works his fingers down, gently brushing past my clit and easily slipping inside. Some sort of mewling noise breaks free from my mouth as he pumps in and out, then slides his fingers up to circle my clit. He alternates between the two, changing up the rhythm and the pressure, dragging out the delicious feelings he’s creating deep within.
As the sensations build and I edge closer to breaking, he continues to kiss any skin he can reach. My shoulder, neck, ear, chin, and my cheek. And as I fall apart under the expertise of his fingers, he whispers in my ear, telling me how beautiful it is to watch me come apart.
It’s amazing the feelings another person can conjure within someone just by their words and gentle touch. Because what Griff just did to me was extremely gentle, and I loved it, but now I need more. So much more.
“Griff,” I say with a little too much urgency if the way his head pops up is any indication. “I need you inside of me.”
His nostrils flare as he sucks in a startled breath. “I’m only going to ask this once, then I’m going to take you at face value. Are you sure?”
I nod, reaching behind me to grab his impressive hard-on. And then it happens so quickly I’m not even sure how he managed it, but he’s up from the couch, holding me in his arms and moving toward the bedroom.
Setting me gently on my feet next to the bed, he stares for a beat as if he’s trying to determine his next steps. Then he breaks the stare, and a lecherous grin breaks across his face.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” he says gruffly, and my body shivers at the raw desire in his tone. And while I’m not necessarily one to obey orders from someone who isn’t my mom or my boss, this is one with which I’ll gladly comply with.
I start disrobing while Griff does the same. After what feels like an eternity but was likely no more than a minute, we’re both naked and I’m back in his arms, his lips on mine.
He devours me as he gently leans me back and down on the bed until I’m lying flat and he’s bracing himself above me. Breaking the kiss, he makes eye contact.
“Bebe, I’m going to take this as slowly as possible, but if I get caught up in the moment and you need me to slow down, just say the word.”
Then he’s kissing my bare skin again, starting at my neck and working his way down. Across my collarbone and down to my breasts, where he spends a little extra time sucking and nipping and building a feeling of complete euphoria within me. I never realized how much I missed skin-to-skin contact until now. Or maybe I never missed it at all until he came into my life.
He continues his descent, worshipping my naked body. And that’s exactly how it feels. Like he is worshipping me with his hands, his mouth, and his tongue.
“I’m going to taste this sweet pussy, but I’ve got all night to do that. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
He reaches for the condom he tossed on the bed earlier, ripping it open and sliding it down his impressive length. Hands on my knees, he spreads me wide as he lines up to my opening. My eyes are glued to where my body waits for him.
“Eyes on me, Bebe. I want to see you as you take every inch of me.”
When I snap my eyes to his, he starts to slide inside. Slowly. Deliciously slowly as my body opens and accepts him. Adjusts to his size. Molds around him. Welcomes the pressure of having him within me. Fuck, that’s good. I forgot how good.
“You okay?” he asks.
“So, so good.”
And that’s all he needs to hear as he slowly pulls out before pushing back in. Rhythmically. Slowly. Too slowly.
“Faster,” I encourage.
The expression on his face shifts, and he knows I’m fine. I can take it, and, more importantly, I want it.
His pace increases and he leans forward, placing his left hand by my hip while using his right to lift my knees, spreading me even wider. He plunges deeper, hitting the perfect spot within.
“Right. There,” I huff out in staccato to match his pace. I brace myself by grabbing his right bicep with my left hand and a firm hold to his ass with the other, encouraging him to give it to me harder.
He continues to pound into me, my body willingly taking all he has to give. His right hand comes to my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, providing the extra stimulation I need to fall over the edge. My back arching, his mouth finds my nipple as he sucks hard, shooting another jolt of pleasure right to my core. I scream his name as I come, not caring at all that my teammates may very well hear.
One, two, three more thrusts, and Griff is following me over. His body stiff, he plants himself hard, buries his face in my neck, and groans out his release.
We lay there for a few moments, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the air, my hand leaving his ass to rub lazily up and down his muscular back.
“I should take care of the condom,” he says into the side of my neck. “But fuck if I want to move.”
“It’s fine for another minute,” I reply. Because I don’t want to move just yet either. I want to soak up every second of this moment.
“I could get used to hearing you scream my name,” he says as he lifts his head to make eye contact.
“Funny, because I could get used to screaming it,” I respond with a laugh, leaning forward to drop a quick kiss on his full lips.