Page 40 of Narrow Margins
“Corrie, baby, there’s no thinking about it. It’s happening. If it’s because of hospital floors and shit memories like that, then there’s no problem. I’ve looked it up and it’s just a change in tiles, that’s all. I can’t believe it hasn’t been done before anyway.” Griff’s words should irritate me but he speaks quietly as his hands run softly through my hair.
I lift my head and see nothing but concern, but I shake my head, “How did you know that was what I was thinking about?”
“Corrigan, I know you. Look, we seem to get stuck in the shower whenever we need to say something important. Let’s get washed up and we can carry this on when we are dressed and eating bacon. Everything is better with bacon!” Griff smiles and laughs when I chuckle and shake my head.
We wash each other tenderly, soft touches and sweet kisses, but don’t take it any further. “C’mon then, Griff, put your money where your mouth is and cook me some bacon.”
I dry off quickly and then head back to the bedroom. Griff follows me and I hear him laugh. “What’s got you smiling again?”
“You really have got the hottest ass I’ve ever seen. I could bite it.” Griff smiles as he watches me.
“Well, if the bacon is good enough, I may just let you.” I wink and watch his eyes darken at the thought, “But only if I get to do the same to you.”
“Baby, I don’t need bacon to let you do that to me.” He gives my butt a smack as he saunters past me. “I’ll go and grab some clothes.”
“Just bring the lot in here, you don’t need to have stuff in that room, your place is in here with me.” I grab my briefs and T-shirt from the drawers in my dresser and head to the closet for my shorts when he seizes me and kisses me firmly.
“Thank you, I wanted to be here, but didn’t want to push it.” He turns and hightails it to the spare room.
I’m dressed when he returns and I laugh when I see he’s simply crammed everything into his case, not even bothering to shut it properly.
“Just dump it over there, sweetheart, we can sort it later.” Standing up, I walk to him and pull him against my body, his ass is pressed up to my shorts and I can’t resist sliding my dick between his ass cheeks. “I think I might be bending you over later.” I muse, speaking huskily into his ear then nipping the soft skin behind it.
“Shit, you can’t say stuff like that to me. How am I supposed to concentrate? All I’m going to be able to think about is your cock in my ass again.”
I laugh and let him go only to snatch his hand, “C’mon, I’m needing bacon, and pancakes.”
“Lead the way.”
I watch as Griff moves around the kitchen, it seems like he’s been with me forever, not barely over a week. He fits me, he doesn’t look at me as if I’m half a man. He looks at me like I’m the only man. The ‘L’ word springs to mind; it’s too early for that. But it feels real, it feels like I’ll never want another man again.
“What’s going on in your head, Corr? You look like you’re struggling with something? Or are you just checking out my ass?” Griff laughs and wiggles his butt.
“Don’t even go there, sweetheart, or I’ll have you bent over this table in a heartbeat.” The thought makes me smile and my dick swells inside my briefs. A blush spreads over his handsome face as he smiles, turning away from me.
“That’s hardly a threat, baby.” He mumbles as he carries on cooking breakfast. “Here you go.” Griff plates up a massive breakfast of eggs, bacon and pancakes. “You can thank me later.”
I rush through eating because I know precisely how I’m going to thank him; I need this table cleared. As soon as we’re done eating, I clear up—the plates get dumped on the counter—then I turn back to Griff who studies me with a small smile and a cocked eyebrow.
“Stand up, sweetheart, no speaking.” I hold my hand out to him and haul him up from his chair. My dick throbs, trapped in my briefs. “Turn around and put your hands on the table.”
Griff’s smile widens as he does as I command and stays silent. Sliding down his back to the hem of his shirt, I push it over his head and let the fabric fall down his arms to pool at his wrists. Tracing the muscles down his back, I slip under the waistband of his shorts.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I murmur against his skin as my mouth follows the bumps and indents of his spine, “You taste fucking divine.”
I shove his shorts and boxer shorts down his legs, “Step out of them.” Griff kicks his foot out and then spreads his legs wider. With his ass exposed, I grip his butt cheeks hard. Lifting my hand, I slap down on his right cheek. I hear a sharp intake of breath and then he pushes against my hand. He liked it. I repeat it on the other side and this time there’s a deep groan and a grunt as he thrusts his ass against me.
“You like that?” I whisper. My mouth slides between his ass cheeks and I go straight for his hole. “You’re gonna love this. Bend over, Griff, honey.”
My hot breath is against his pucker as he obeys me and leans further across the table. “Hold onto the table, don’t let go.” My tongue darts out and flicks over his hole then ‘round and ‘round. His cusses spur me on. I bring my hand down hard on his butt and rim him again and again. Pushing his ass into my face, Griff acquiesces to my wishes. Spanking him again, I spear his hole, bumping against the ring of muscle. Slicking a finger down his crease, I circle his hole. Wetting my finger before coaxing it inside his body, my tongue flicks up and around his asshole and I moan against him as my need for him increases.
Pumping my finger in and out of his ass as Griff grinds against it, eager for me, I withdraw my finger and trace his tight hole then push back in with two fingers.
“Fuck, Corrie, just fuck me. You’re driving me crazy.” His voice is a high keen of lust and eagerness.
“I said, no talking.” I pull my fingers out and smack his ass harder. Then I step back and leave him bent over the table, his dick dripping pre-cum and my handprints all over his ass. “I have never seen anything so fucking sexy as you look now, Griff.” I move around the table and look at Griff’s face pressed against the wood. Stroking through his hair, I lean down and kiss his mouth then nip his bottom lip. “You gonna stay quiet now?”
Griff nods and his eyes flutter shut as I stroke down his cheek and over his chin. Dropping one more kiss, I move back to his ass. “I’m gonna fuck this now, and you can’t come until I tell you.”