Barely Breathing (5 page)

She was the first woman he’d been with who he hadn’t felt
the need to hold back with, to be gentle. He was always a gentle lover. He took
his time, made sure the woman enjoyed herself thoroughly before he took his own
release. He’d almost blown it with Honor. One taste of her pussy and he’d
wanted to jerk up and shove his cock in. Then he’d dipped a finger in her pussy
and felt how hot and tight she was. It had taken all he had to keep eating
until she came for him. But her taste…she had the sweetest little cunt ever.

And she was the first woman who made him unsure. He never
questioned what to do or say with a woman. But Honor? Hell, he wasn’t prepared
for her. The only thing he was certain of at the moment was that once wouldn’t
be enough for him.

He eased away from her, gritting his teeth as his cock slid
free of her pussy. Looking at her, seeing her sprawled with thighs wide on his
bed, hair in disarray around her, his cock grew hard. He wanted her again. He
had great stamina, but he hadn’t recovered this fast since he was in his early
twenties. But Honor…damn. She just took his breath, knocked his feet right out
from under him.

He moved from between her thighs and eased off the bed. She
rolled to her side and curled her knees into her chest. He could see the pink
slit of her pussy and easily imagined taking her from behind. Just curling up
along her back and sliding his cock deep. He groaned and threw the sheet over
her. Christ, he was losing it.

He’d thought once he had her, the lust wouldn’t be so hot,
that a taste would slake his thirst. But it seemed to have done just the
opposite. He wanted her more now, knowing how good she felt around him, knowing
how unbelievable the sex would be. He wanted to feel her wet against his
tongue, wanted to suck those berry-red nipples of hers and thrust his cock
right back in her wet heat. He had it bad and he knew it.

What worried him was the way her sleepy words weren’t
sending him running for the hills, or at least to another room. As he tossed
the condom and cleaned up, he shook his head. If any other woman had said she
could fall in love with him, he’d have made his goodbyes and walked away as
quickly as he could. One taste of Honor and he was wondering if falling in love
would be so bad.

Honor woke with a moan spilling from her lips. Griff was
spooned behind her, his cock hard and thick against her. His mouth trailed
kisses over her shoulder and neck while his fingers snaked up and down her
side. It was the perfect way to wake up after last night.

“Morning,” he whispered in her ear before giving the lobe a
soft nip.

She shifted her legs open, catching his hand and moving it
down her body to her pussy. It was her turn to make him moan as she showed him
just how ready she was for that hard cock of his.

“God, Honor,” Griff groaned. “I want you again.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed her agreement as he fingers played
over her clit.

He shifted away behind her and she glanced back over her
shoulder to watch him grab a condom and roll it on. Then he was back, easing
into position behind her. She felt the nudge of his cock as he lined it up. One
thrust and he was tunneling in and out of her pussy. It felt so good, the way
he filled her, rubbing every sensitive inch of her channel. He slid one hand
over her hip, his thumb and fingers playing over and around her clit. He moved
the other one under her, lifting it to toy with the nipple of her right breast.

“Griff,” she moaned his name. This had not been her plan.
She was going to walk away today. Say thanks and just put her focus where it
needed to be. On catching Vince and stopping him. But this…this was so much
better.

“I love the way you say my name.” The warmth of his breath
against her ear sent chills down her spine. His voice was rough and carnal and
she wondered if he sounded this sexy every morning, or just those that started
like this one.

She moaned again as he plunged deep, slowly eased back and
thrust hard again. She could see herself becoming addicted to waking up with
him every morning. Especially if he was willing to let them all begin just like
this one.

“Roll over,” he urged her, using his hands to help guide
until she was on her stomach under him.

She knew what he was after and rose to her knees, keeping
her chest flat to the mattress. He shifted his legs forcing hers even wider.
His hands were both at her hips and his groan was the only warning she got
before he began a fast and hard pounding of her pussy. God, she loved doggy
style. It was definitely one of her favorite positions.

She muffled her screams in the pillow, fingers clenching and
releasing in the sheets. She knew he could hear her keening cries regardless of
her efforts to smother them and found she didn’t care. It was good, so fucking
incredible she wanted to shout and scream. She wanted to wrap around him like a
vise and sink her teeth into his skin. He made her fucking animalistic. He made
her so hot and horny that even as fantastic as he gave, she wanted more. And
more and more and…

She came with a wail she prayed the walls muffled if the
bedding didn’t. The pounding increased, harder and faster until he plunged so
deep he lifted her knees free of the mattress and held her there speared on his
cock. God, he was so fucking deep it hurt, which only intensified the pleasure
ripping through her body. Who knew she would like that edge of pain so much?

She could feel his cock flexing and filling the condom, felt
the heat of his semen through the thin layer of protection he wore. His hips
flexed, lifting her just a bit higher and then her knees met the bed again and
his weight collapsed over her. He adjusted just enough so he wasn’t crushing
her chest but was still on her, buried in her. His head was beside her on the
pillow and she could feel his breath fanning her hair.

She couldn’t have stopped herself from turning to look at
him if she’d wanted to. And she didn’t. His blue eyes were bright and warm
reflecting the smile that spread across his lips. He leaned in and kissed her
softly on the tip of her nose.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.”

“My mornings have never been so good. Waking up next to you.
A man could get addicted to having you in his bed.”

Her eyes widened a bit in surprise and Griff pressed his
lips together. Shit. Was he uncomfortable with what he’d said? Or had her
response prompted it? She was so out of her element here. He just took her feet
out from under her.

She cleared her throat.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She tried for a playful tone,
then worried for a moment about her breath. Christ, she didn’t do mornings
after. She had sex. She left. She woke up alone in her bed. The end. Now she
was not only with someone, but in his bed. It left her uncertain of what to do
or say.

“Who’s Vince?”

“What?” She jerked a bit, wondering where that question had
come from and felt his cock slide out of her. She grit her teeth and hissed as
he slid free. She hadn’t had sex in a long while and twice within twenty-four
hours had her pussy reminding her of that fact.

“Did I hurt you?” He moved and a hand smoothed down her
spine while his eyes did a visual scan as if searching for bruises or damage. Her
research had hit the bull’s-eye with him. He was as great a guy as it seemed.

“No, it’s just been a while.”

She didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up and she almost
snorted a laugh. What was it with guys getting all macho if they thought they
were the cause of you doing something you hadn’t? There was no missing he was
happy she hadn’t been with anyone in a while. But what about him?

“Thanks for thinking of protection. I’m on the Pill and my
last checkup showed I’m good. No diseases or anything.” She couldn’t help the
blush that stained her cheeks. This was important though. Hell, life and death
even with some of the things people shared now. Pregnancy was often the least
of a modern girl’s concerns. “It’s been a few months since I had sex.”

“Glad I could persuade you to break the dry spell.” He
grinned, looking cocky and unbelievably gorgeous. “I’ve got a clean bill of
health as well.”

She could tell him it was just because she’d been so busy
lately, but why deflate his ego? “I can’t imagine many women tell you no.”

He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “A gentleman
never kisses and tells.”

“A gentleman wouldn’t be cocky about breaking my dry spell.”

“Touché.” He laughed. “I guess I can’t imagine a woman as
beautiful and sexy as you not having men beating your door down to get to you.”
His gaze ran over her appreciatively. “Especially if they’ve ever seen you like
this.”

“I don’t do mornings after.” The confession was out before
she could bite the words back. His eyes flared and held hers captive.

“You’ve never spent the night with a man?”

“No.”

There was no missing the cocky smugness that filled his eyes
again. She did snicker this time and sent an elbow to his side as she shifted
out from under him.

“Don’t get any ideas, Romeo. I don’t exactly have anywhere
to go right now.”

He didn’t seem to like that reminder and her heart beat a
little funny. She was not going to fall for him. She refused. She didn’t need
the heartbreak, which was certain to come as he got to know her better. They
all fell for a pretty face, but show them the substance and brains beneath and
it was a different story. Better to understand that from the get-go.

He cleared his throat, eyes all over her as she rose naked
from the bed. She could grab at something, but he’d explored every inch of her
already. What was the point? And she didn’t play coy. Ever.

She cleared her throat and his eyes lifted back to her face.
She could feel her nipples tingling from the heated look he’d been giving them.
She smiled when she saw the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks.

“I’d like for you to stay with me while you’re here.” She
had to give him props for holding her gaze as she moved around the bed to sit
beside where he still sprawled. And she had to give them to herself for not
letting her eyes rake over him from head to toe. “I like you. You said you like
me. And we already know the sex is amazing.”

“Amazing?” She couldn’t help the smile.

“Fantastic.” He nodded. “I want you.” He nodded down at his
cock and she gasped when she saw it was already hard again. “Even when I’ve
just had you, I want you.”

“I want you too.”

His eyes flared and he reached down, gingerly pulling the
used condom off. His cock shone with the residue of his last release and she
licked her lips. Before he could do more than tie it off, she turned and took
the tip in her mouth. She heard his hissed breath and let her tongue slide over
the head. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pumped him while she
took her time exploring with her tongue.

His fingers tunneled in her hair and he moaned low and long.
“Fuck, Honor. You feel so good.”

He tasted good. Not salty, not sweet, but some unique
combination of the two. He smelled of them and sex with a little of the scent
of the condom he’d been wearing mixed in. It was good. She shut her mind off,
refused to think of anything beyond this moment. When the end came and it was
time to move on, she’d deal with it. But for now, while she was here and alive,
she would indulge every moment, every act he desired.

He hissed. “Fuck, baby, it’s so good. I love the way you
suck my cock. The way your hot little tongue strokes. Yesssss!”

She took him deep, matching the stroking of her hand to the
up and down suction of her mouth. She took as much of his length as she could
and still there was so much left. His cock was certainly proportional to his
size and she was just the girl to take it. Every inch of it. He’d said even
after having her, he wanted her. Truth was she felt the same. Hell, she’d
wanted him when he was nothing more than a picture in a file. The
flesh-and-blood man was almost more than she could handle.

She swirled and sucked, used her hand to squeeze and rub.
She moved her other hand down to fondle the taut sac of his balls. He lifted
his hips into her and she felt the tangle of his fingers in her hair. She’d
given her fair share of blowjobs. Usually it had been because she didn’t want
sex. So she’d give a little blow and go. Guys liked that and didn’t seem to
care what you did once they got off.

But Griff… Damn, he tasted so good. She would suck him off
any time. Hell, she even wanted to swallow him, wanted to give him the ultimate
pleasure, and that was something she never did. She couldn’t share it with him
though. He’d looked cocky enough earlier after her months comment. Which reminded
her, she should torture him a little bit for that. She reluctantly pulled her
mouth off his cock and switched her hand movements to include the head.

“Ummmmmmm,” she purred, licking her lips. “You taste so
good.”

“What?” She felt a little pride at how out of it he sounded.
There was no way for him to hide just how much he was enjoying her.

“So good, Griff, that I want to swallow you whole.”

“Fuck.”

She didn’t miss the mutter or the way his hips fucked his
shaft up into her pumping hand. She squeezed, gave the head a light twist and
stroked back down to his balls.

“You like that idea? Want me to swallow that cock, baby?”

“Anything,” he groaned. “Anything you want if it gets your
mouth back on my cock.”

She bent her head back down and let her mouth consume the
head of his cock. Her tongue found the notch just under and rubbed him. She
loved the way the broad head rose over the shaft of his cock, so much wider,
like a crown. His cock had a mushroom shape to it, which her pussy thoroughly
enjoyed.

Her hand sped up, working and rubbing his shaft. She sucked
hard and flicked her tongue. She felt the flex of his ass, the jerk of his cock
and knew he was close to coming. She slid the hand working his balls down to
the skin just behind his sac and rubbed him there, pressing her fingers into
him.

His fingers clenched in her hair, sending tingles of pain
through her scalp. His hips surged high and the head of his cock bumped the
back of her throat, making her gag just a bit before she adjusted the angle and
eased back a little. She sucked hard and tapped the tip of her tongue against
the slit as his cock flexed and jerked.

The first wash of his cum hit her tongue and filled her
mouth. She swallowed him down, not having the time to savor as he spurted
again. He filled her mouth three times before it dwindled to a tiny drizzle of
cum. Now she rubbed her tongue over him, finally able to fully taste and savor
his unique flavor. She’d never enjoyed giving a blowjob so much in her life.

She’d never swallowed. The few times a guy had managed to
spurt in her mouth, she’d quickly spit it out. But Griff… Damn, she could suck
his cock every day. She was afraid she might build up an appetite for his cum,
a craving. She eased her mouth away at the thought. Not smart.

“I think you may have just killed me.” Griff’s groan had her
smiling as he panted. He slid his hands to her shoulders and the next thing she
knew she was plastered against his chest. “You could become an addiction for a
man.”

His comment mimicked her unspoken one far too closely and
she felt a shiver go down her spine.

“Are you cold?” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged
her tighter to him. His body was a furnace. There was no way she was cold but
she’d let him think so.

“What time is it?” Focus on the day. She’d never had to
remind herself before. Griff Daniels was fucking up her world and knocking it
off its axis. And if this was her response with less than twenty-four hours
with him… How was she going to feel tonight when they returned to his bed? Or
tomorrow? Shit. She was in big trouble here. It said a lot when you feared the
man making you feel things more than the one trying to kill you.

“We’ve got another hour before we need to head in to meet
Jack.” His hand was running up and down her spine, brushing over the curve of
her ass before running back up.