Written in Ink (Montgomery Ink #4)(35)

His lips skimmed her thighs again before he licked the place where her hips met her thighs—that crease so unbelievably erotic she almost lifted her ass off the chair. Or she would have if he hadn’t placed his arm over her stomach, keeping her in place. She tried to wiggle, but the arm on her waist tightened. Damn man.

He slowly licked up her lower lips before using his free hand to spread her wide. She would have blushed, but his tongue on her clit made her lose her words. He ate her out slowly, nibbling and licking until she knew she was so wet that there was no way he wouldn’t be able to taste it, to feel it. His beard scraped her inner thighs, sending shivers along her spine and to her nipples. When he licked again, this time biting down softly on her clit, she fell once more.

Autumn’s body shook and she tangled her fingers in his hair, not knowing if she was pushing him closer to her cunt or pulling him away so she could breathe. She just wanted to touch him, needed to. He lapped her up, letting her come down from her bliss ever so slightly before he sat up.

He met her gaze, then wiped his face with his forearm, her juices leaving a trail on both. She should have been embarrassed; instead, it only made her wetter.

He quickly stood up and shucked off his pants and boxer shorts. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock—long, just wide enough, and hard as hell. His balls hung low, full and looking very heavy. She wanted them in her mouth, wanted to suck and play with them. Only with the look in Griffin’s eyes, she didn’t think she had the time yet.

Later.

Later she’d have his cock in her mouth and suck him down.

For now, she watched him slide a condom over his length, his eyes darkening as they met hers.

“I only have the one,” he said low, his voice a gruff growl. “It was in my wallet. New and ready for us.” He grinned quickly. “I had hopes. The rest of the box is in my room. So for now, I’m going to f*ck you on my thinking chair and when it’s time for round two, we can head to my bedroom. More angles there.”

She licked her lips and nodded before standing. He quirked a brow. “Sit down and let me ride you.” She cupped his balls and he sucked in a breath. “This way we don’t hurt your hand. Later, you can f*ck me on my back, on my knees, or any way we both want. For now, let me be on top. You should be the one sitting in your thinking chair, after all.”

He cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her, this time slowly. The aching sweetness of it almost broke her, but she let him kiss her; let herself fall into the moment.

The kiss intensified as he maneuvered them around so he could sit. She broke away only long enough to straddle him. His cock pressed against her opening, but she didn’t move down, not yet.

She met his gaze and swallowed. He had his broken hand on the back of her head, keeping his gaze on hers. The other was on her clit, slowly stroking her into near-oblivion. She put one hand on his shoulders to steady her, then the other around his cock to guide him in. Their gazes didn’t break as she slowly slid down him.

His mouth parted, his pupils dilated as she took him in. Her body shook, his cock too big, but she keep going, knowing he’d fit, that she’d never forget this sensation of feeling perfectly full.

When she was seated, his cock firmly inside her, she paused, trying to catch her breath. Sweat slicked both of them, and she had to take a shuddering breath.

“Move when you’re ready, Fall. Move.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, a soft brush of lips that fractured something deep inside her. She once again ignored it, knowing she had to.

When she was ready, she slowly rocked her hips, moving at a steady pace, never letting their gazes break. His hand moved from her head to her hip, to her breasts, slowly, oh so slowly exploring her as they moved together as one. Her head tilted back as he pressed up, hitting her in that spot that most thought was only a myth. He put his hand back on her head and forced their gazes to collide again.

“Autumn, fall with me. Fall with me.”

She rocked once more, breaking over the last peak, coming hard around his cock. He shouted her name even as his name left her lips in a whisper. His cock pulsated deep within her, filling the condom, hot and heady.

They were both out of breath, their bodies sweat-slick and spent, and yet she knew they weren’t done for the night. Far from it.

Only after this night, she didn’t know what would happen, how far she would have to run to find her safe place. She’d never been truly safe, and with Griffin deep within her body and soul at that moment, at that time, she was afraid she might have found the safest place yet.

With him.




The next day, Autumn ran her hands through her hair and tried not to look guilty. It wasn’t easy when her thighs hurt and bruises and love bites covered her body. Griffin hadn’t commented on them, only gave her a too pleased look and brushed his lips over hers softly.

He hadn’t touched her again.

Instead, they had worked on his book with him dictating to her. It was a slow-going process, but it was at least working. Somewhat. He hadn’t brushed against her the way he had, didn’t kiss her, not while they were at work. She understood and was grateful. It might not make sense to outsiders to have them act so differently literally in the same office they’d made love in the night before, but it worked for them.

At least for now.

She would see what happened when they decided they wanted to go for round seven.