Page 38 of Meant For Love
“I mean, a side hug”—Stone throws up his hands—“how could you not drag her to the altar?”
“Right,” Nash agrees with him, not even caring if the comment was sarcastic. “So I did.”
“You two,” Caine says, pointing at Nash and then me, “are out of your minds.” He rolls his finger in a circle near his head. “And I’m going to be here for it. Just like he was when I was out of my mind for this one.” He motions with his head toward Grace.
“Once he found out I sold feet pictures,” Grace teases, putting her arms around his shoulders, “he was a goner.”
The whole table bursts out laughing, and I look over at Nash, who is watching me instead of paying attention to what is going on at the table. He leans in and kisses my lips softly, his thumb rubbing my chin. “You okay?”
I nod. “I’m okay,” I admit to him, “for now.”
Sixteen
Nash
“Nash,” she whispers as she throws back her head.
“I can feel it, baby,” I say, my hands at her hips as I help pull her up and then slam her back down on my cock. I watch her ride my cock with my back against the headboard. “I feel you all over me.” I move my hands from her hips to her juicy fucking tits that are swaying in front of my mouth, twisting both of them at the same time. Her body jolts as she rides me faster. She woke me up with this mouth, swallowing my cock. I didn’t want her to feel left out, so I dragged her up and set her right on my face, my tongue sliding straight into her pussy as she fell forward, taking my cock again in her mouth. I waited until she came on my face before I sat up and told her to ride me.
“Nash.” She says my name again, this time her mouth against my lips as she slides her tongue into my mouth before arching her back. “I’m coming.”
Her hands go from my forearms to my shoulders where she holds on to me, fucking me faster. She rises all the way up to the tip of my cock before she slides back down. “Hold it off, baby,” I urge her, and she shakes her head. “You come harder when you take your time.” My hand lifts to the back of her head, fisting her hair in my hand and pulling it back. “Baby, don’t make me take you off my cock.”
“Don’t you dare.” Her words come out breathlessly. “I need you,” she pleads.
“What do you need?” I ask, my mouth over hers. “You have my cock.”
“I need your fingers,” she says, slamming down on me and grinding her clit against me, “and your mouth.”
“What my baby wants,” I say, letting her hair go, “she gets.” I move my hand between us, my thumb rubbing through her folds, her wetness on the tip now. “Damn, baby.” I look down at her pussy swallowing my cock. “I thought my cock in your mouth was a good view.” I rub her clit side to side, and her back arches. “But watching you ride my cock.” I slide my tongue into her mouth. One hand reaches behind her, gripping my thigh, her nails scoring into the skin as the other hand comes up to hold my face. Her pussy gets so tight around my cock, I’m surprised she can even pull it off me.
Her forehead stays on mine as she pants, “I’m so close.” Right before she sucks my tongue into her mouth like she was sucking my cock. “It’s coming.” My thumb moves even faster, matching her thrusts as my hips lift off the bed. “It’s so good,” she says right before she slams down on me, her back arching, her legs trembling, and my mouth absorbing her moans. “Nash.” I close my eyes, feeling her pussy spasm around my cock and her wetness dripping all the way down my balls. “Nash.” She says my name again, and because I’m sitting up, it makes it easier for me to wrap one arm around her waist and the other around her back before I flip her to her back mid-orgasm.
“Legs.” I clench my teeth mid-thrust as she puts her legs over my shoulders so I can get deeper inside her. “Fuck,” I curse as I drive into her harder than I have before. “You were fucking made for my cock.”
“I think I’m going to”—her eyes roll in back of her head—“again.”
“Tell me, baby.” I slam into her. “Who were you made for?” I’m not going to last much longer. Being inside her is my fucking kryptonite. I’d give away everything I have to slide into her. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, I was made for you.” She barely has the words out of her mouth before my mouth crashes down on hers, and I come in the middle of the kiss. My thrusts slow down until I empty everything in her, and only then do I let her lips go. “How the hell does sex get even better?” she asks me as I slide out of her to the side. “Like for real.” I look over at her as she looks over at me, lying naked on the bed. “Like I thought last night was over here.” She puts her hand up. “But then now.” She sits up. “Over the top.”
“Better than the night we got married?” I ask, and she has to think about it.
“I mean, that is as high as last night, the day after, however.” She turns to get off the bed. “Now that is, I think, the highest.”
She walks around the bed to the bathroom and stops by my side of the bed. “I will say on the record, your cock is the nicest cock I’ve ever seen”—she winks at me—“and used.”
“I’m flattered.” I fold one of my arms under my head as I watch her go to the bathroom. My eyes move from her to the open window, seeing the sun starting to come up. The sound of the water hitting the rocks is outside the open window.
“Nash.” She sticks her head out of the bathroom with her toothbrush in her mouth. “Want to order room service?”
“If it means spending more time in bed with you”—I sit up and reach over to grab the phone—“I’m all over it.”
The woman answers the phone after one ring, “Good morning, Mr. Griffin.”
“Morning,” I reply. “I’d like to order some pancakes, scrambled eggs, some sausage and bacon.” I look back, hearing the shower turn on. “Also some coffee and orange juice.”
“Sounds good,” she says, “would you like some champagne?”