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“That’s good to know.” I go quiet as I try to find the right words, “No one has ever treated, or even talked about, my disability the way you did just then. Thank you, Griff, thank you so much.”
His hand tightens around mine and, when I glance across, I find him frowning. “What? What have I said wrong now?” I don’t think I can deal with him blowing hot and cold.
“Your what?” Griff’s voice is low and hard. I start to speak but he cuts me down. “Don’t you ever call what happened to you a disability! Christ, Corrigan, do you even see yourself in the mirror? You are amazing, you had some shit happen that was more painful than most people ever have to think about, let alone have to survive. Yet you are so humble, so quietly unassuming. You possess every eye in the room when you enter and leave, and you aren’t even aware. I am in awe of you, I don’t think of you as anything other than the man I want to be worthy of.”
Luckily, we are pulling up the drive by the time Griff finishes speaking. I pull his car into the garage and switch it off. Offering the keys to him, he slides them slowly from my hand.
“Come on, Corrigan, there’s somewhere we need to be.” Griff’s voice is low and so full of promise, my dick fills and lengthens.
“I think you’re right.” I manage to gabble and we climb out of the car. “Where shall we go, Griff, this is your party.” I smile and catch hold of his hand.
“Your room, I think; we have some time to spare before dinner.” Griff winks as I disable the alarm then let him lead me upstairs.
We make it to the bedroom and I walk straight over to the bed, “Griff? Are you okay?” I watch warily as he looks around the room, taking in his surroundings.
“Yeah, I’m good. This is a beautiful room,” his eyes fix back on me, “but it’s nothing compared to you.”
“Do you want a shower? I know I’d like to get all remains of today’s make-up off me.” Even though the make-up girls clean it all away, I like to wash my hair and body. They tend to overuse the oil for chest shots.
“Yeah, I’ll go start it, this way?” Griff points to a door on the other wall and I nod.
I strip off my sweats and briefs then sit on the edge of the bed to unstrap my leg. “Shit! That hurts.”
Griff comes back in and looks at me and then at my leg. “What the heck has happened?” Walking quickly to me, he kneels and examines the red and chafed skin around the top of my thigh and the stump.
“I forgot to put the sock over it to protect it this morning, I knew I’d forgotten something. My head was all over the place.” I wince and flinch as Griff tenderly runs his fingertips over the sensitive skin.
“That’s my fault, Corrie, I’m sorry.” Griff grimaces as he looks down again then, to my utmost surprise, he kisses the sore spots.
“Hey, c’mon, this is nothing to do with you. It’s not the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” I can’t help running my fingers through the long hair on the top of his head.
“It is the last time, I’m gonna make sure of it.” Getting to his feet, Griff leans over, brings his face down to mine, and kisses me hard. “Enough talking.”
I lean back further so I’m flat on my back, Griff’s body presses down and holds me still. My dick, trapped between our bodies, gets hard, Griff’s still contained in his jeans. I can’t help rubbing against the stiff fabric, the friction making me moan.
Pulling away from me, Griff rushes back to the bathroom and turns off the shower, looks like that’s going to wait. I maneuver myself further onto the bed and twist around so my head is on the crisp, white pillows.
Propping my body up on my elbows, I watch Griff swagger back to me, his shirt is gone and I feast on the sight of his hard, ripped body. The tightness of his abdominal muscles, forming perfect squares, is enhanced by the V of his oblique muscles. As he pops the button on his jeans, he looks me over and I can’t help but grab my dick and tug hard. The zipper lowers and Griff pushes the denim down his legs before stepping out of them. The tight, white briefs are next and I moan at the sight of his dick bouncing against his stomach. A damp spot glistens on his skin as his dick leaks pre-cum.
“Get up here, Griff; enough with the show.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, dampening it, ready for his kiss. “I think I’m going to have to research positions for me to love you when I’m not wearing my leg but, for now, lie down, Griff. I want you in my mouth.” Smiling, I shimmy down the bed.
Griff clambers up beside me and sprawls on his back, a pearl of pre-cum on his dick’s slit about to leak over the large head. My mouth waters at the sight of him stretched out and waiting. I want him in my mouth; I need to taste him.
“Steady now, sugar.” I look up at him from between his legs, his hands clenched tight around the sheets, before I swipe my tongue over the head. “God, you taste better than I remember.”
“Shit!” Griff calls out as I flick the tip of my tongue over the slit, lapping at the juices weeping from his dick.
“You okay?” I know I sound smug but this is better than I imagined. Griff’s curses broaden my smile even more.
“I’m going to embarrass myself, I know I’m gonna blow so damn quick.” His body trembles as I slick my tongue up the underside of his cock, pausing at the crown.
“Griff, I promise you, I am so fucking turned on, I’ll be right there with you.”
Then I start, sliding my tongue over and around the crown, relishing the shudders running through his tight body. Griff’s eyes are screwed up tight as he tries to control himself. He cries out as I engulf him, sucking hard on the crown before taking him deeper. Working him up and down, up and down, my hand cups his sac and tugs gently, curtailing his imminent orgasm. My hand squeezes at the base before my mouth goes back to work, again gliding up and down his length, coating him with my saliva. Opening my throat, I take him deep.
Then, to my absolute delight, Griff’s body starts to react by slowly tilting his hips, pumping slowly deeper in and out of my mouth. Sucking hard, my cheeks hollow with each pulse. I can’t get enough of this, of him. The flavor of him, the steel-hard, satin-smooth feel of him, my eyes close as I savor his taste.
“Open your eyes, baby. You look fucking beautiful, Corrie; look at me, babe, you are perfect.” My eyelids flutter open at Griff’s voice and I gaze straight into his deep blue eyes.
When Griff pushes back into my mouth, I slink my hands under him and grab his ass, forcing him deeper. Loosening my jaw, I take him into my throat and swallow around him.
“I can’t hold on, Corrie, I’m gonna come. Damn, I’m gonna come so hard.” Griff exclaims as I press my finger against his hole, not entering, but applying enough pressure to heighten his pleasure. Feeling his ass relax, I push my finger inside him to the first knuckle; it’s enough to finish him off. His orgasm erupts in my mouth, ropes of cum bursting from him, flooding my mouth and throat. I suck harder as I swallow everything he has until I feel him start to soften. With slow, lazy licks and gentle sucks, I clean what is now a very sensitive head. Popping my mouth off, I watch as he lets go of the sheets and shifts his body down mine so I can kiss him. He moans as he tastes himself on my tongue and lips.