Page 24 of Narrow Margins
“Because you’re scared it wasn’t that good?” I watch as he nods, “Trust me, babe, it was that good.” I whisper and reach up to kiss his cautious face. “Wanna check?” I wink, expecting him to laugh and shrug it off.
“Yeah, I do.” I watch as he swallows hard. “But not tonight, I’m exhausted and have taken another painkiller, but, when we’re both ready, we will.”
Anxious butterflies wake up and bluster around in my stomach. Shit, what if it’s not as good as he remembers?
“Why are you suddenly looking so nervous? Are you having second thoughts? Because, we can back off.” Corrie looks as if he expected this.
“No! No, I’m just worried that maybe it won’t be as good for you. That it won’t be what you remembered it to be. It’s narrow margins again, the difference between reality and memory, of expectations and disappointments. Y’see, I remember it as being that good, too.”
Letting him take control, I melt against him and my fingers tangle with his. When he breaks away, his eyes flare with lust as they burn into mine.
“We need to stop, Griff; I want to do this right. I’m not going to rush it.” His expression is so honest, I can only nod. Dipping his head, he kisses me softly. “Good night, Griff.”
I lie in his arms for a long time, listening to his quiet breathing. Every now and then, his fingers twitch and tighten around my body. My head is full of thoughts and images of my life or, more specifically, my sex life. Is this why I never felt a connection with the women I fucked in the past? Have I simply assumed I’m supposed to be straight? No, it’s not that: I like women. I like the softness of their bodies, I like the way they smell and taste. But none of them compare to the feel of Corrie’s skin, and the hard muscles underneath, or the flavor of him. The scent of his clean sweat is all man; he has a rich, slightly spicy, woodsy scent that makes my mouth water. The rough stubble on his chin excites me as my fingers scrape over his jawline. Still, I feel like I should be freaking out, I’m lying virtually naked with another man. Why does this feel so right?
Am I ready to show the rest of the world that I’m with a man? If I go back to racing, am I going to be happy having Corrie with me? Yes! That’s the first thought in my head, thank God. Am I ready to hold his hand if he wants to? That gets another thumbs-up. Damn, I want this. I’m ready to have someone take care of me. No, that’s not true. I’m ready for Corrie to look after me, it can only be him.
Feeling like I’ve made the right decision—the only decision, if I’m honest with myself and I know I am. Sleep seems to creep up on me and, with my face pressed to Corrie’s wide chest, I breathe in deeply, taking in his scent, and let sleep take me.
I wake and find we have spooned in the night, Corrie still has his arms wrapped around me as his body is pressed against my back. His breath tickles my neck as he exhales, but what disturbs me is the huge erection pressing against the crease of my ass. I have a tough time not wriggling against it. Shifting slowly, I extricate myself from his warm embrace and slip out of bed. Turning to face him, a goofy smile spreads my lips as I watch him sleep soundly. No nightmares for him last night. Dragging on a pair of sweats, I quickly go and pee, then, as I wash my hands, I look in the mirror. I’m not sure what I expect to see there. I’m still me, I’m only a me that now has a man in his life, and his bed. That makes me laugh as I head off downstairs to make us a coffee.
Stretching my body, my eyes slowly open, confusion flooding me as I gaze around the wrong room, then I remember. The space in bed is empty but still warm so, Griff can’t be too far away. Smiling at the memory of last night, I feel my dick twitch in agreement, then shock runs through me like freezing water. Griff’s not here. Did he regret it all and leave?
The bedroom door swings open and Griff walks in, carrying two mugs of coffee. I drink the sight of him in. His sweats hang off his hips, leaving the delicious V on show and my dick stirs again. He smiles at me when he watches me run my eyes over his body.
“Something here you like?” Griff chuckles.
“Yeah, coffee.” I joke and hold out my hand to take one of the cups. I smile as he passes me mine. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thank you for asking. Luckily, my bed partner doesn’t snore. Even if he does twitch and fidget, that’s better than snoring.” Griff sits on the edge of the bed and looks at me. “What’s happening today? Do we go back to the photoshoot?”
“I think that’s what I’m expected to do, I think they may be waiting on your decision as to whether you will be included.” I take a sip of my coffee while he thinks.
“I thought I made it clear to you last night that I was going to be with you so, if that includes being dressed in cool clothes and made to look pretty, I guess that’s what’s going to happen.” Griff raises an eyebrow, challenging me.
“I guess it does. But, trust me, sugar, you’re very pretty already.” I purse my lips and pout, fluttering my eyelashes.
“Fuck off! I’m ruggedly handsome, you’ve got the pretty, all-American boy looks.” Griff smiles.
“Baby, I can get my hands around your waist. I’m just a well-worn vet. I’m sure Raff only keeps me because he can’t get rid of me.” I’m messing with him—I know Raff doesn’t feel like that—but, when I see the scowl on Griff’s face, I know he doesn’t agree.
“Your brother had better treat you with the respect you deserve. He may be married to my boss but I won’t put up with disrespect.” Griff stands and walks quickly to the balcony door. Opening it, he steps into the sunshine.
“Griff, I was joking; Raff is good. I promise you. Come back in.” He turns back to me, “Please?”
“I mean it, though, Corrie; if we’re together, I look after what’s mine.” Griff paces back to me and brings his mouth down to mine for a deep, passionate kiss that quickly sets me on fire.
As my hands tangle behind his head, knotting in his soft, dark hair, Griff runs his hand down my chest and under the sheet, stroking me over the fabric of my sleep shorts. My dick reacts to his touch and lengthens, getting harder with every caress.
“Ahh! God, that feels good.” I break the kiss to try and get myself under control.
“I think it’s time, baby, don’t you? I want to be able to feel you inside me throughout the day, the stretch and burn that will keep me wanting more all day long.” Griff’s voice is rough in my ear. I can’t say no, I want to feel his tight ass clenching me.
“Fuck, shit!” My cellphone shrills loudly. As I reach across to grab it, Griff holds me back.
“Leave it, Corr; we’ve got better things to do.” Griff growls as he pulls the sheet down before starting on the waistband of my shorts. In seconds, I’m naked, my dick hitting my stomach as Griff takes a deep breath, the air hissing between his teeth. “That’s one big dick you’ve got there.” He clasps it.
“No. That was my alarm, we need to get ready. We can’t be late again. We can do this later.” I know we have time but I’m not ready yet, I need to be sure of him. Not only in the bedroom, not merely when we’re horny. I want to see if he’s as committed to me when we are surrounded by our peers and our bosses. I know I shouldn’t be testing him and I should trust him. But is he going to be happy and affectionate in front of others?