Dream With Me (With Me Book 4) (10 page)

“You’re not graduating,” Nick says with a smile. “You and Hailey still have two years left.”

“Gah! I know!” Daphne groans. “But we can celebrate
your
graduation with shots.”

“What’s the poison?” Nick asks.

“Lemon drop shots,” I say.

“Straight up vodka,” Nick says with a nod of approval. “I’m impressed. Caleb, I’ll help with the drinks.”

“Me too,” Griff says, and they both get up and join Caleb at the bar.

Hailey flicks her hair behind her shoulder and smiles adoringly at Caleb, then reaches for a glass of iced water in front of her. “They’ll be there for a while. I bet they have a beer—well, Nick and Caleb will.”

“Oh, for sure,” Daphne says with a firm nod. “But this is perfect because we can talk the shit. Evie, did you know that Zelda and Jamie are going to Australia?”

“You are?”

Zelda nods. “Yeah, we’re going to start there and backpack our way through some other countries.”

“For how long?”

“I’m not sure,” Zelda says. “We don’t have a specific timeframe. We’re just going to go with it.”

“That’s awesome,” I say. “Last summer, I had an internship in London, and it was so much fun. A lot of work, definitely—but completely worth it.”

“What was the internship for?” Daphne asks.

“It was working for a makeup company. I worked in various departments over the summer. Everything from the mailroom to getting coffee to marketing to the launch of a new line. And it’s completely cruelty free and organic, which was really great to see, because that’s what I want to do with my—”

“Wait a sec,” Daphne says as she leans forward. “You want to do your own line?”

“That’s the goal,” I say.

“Okay,
that’s
awesome. And you need to tell us more.”

Soon after the second round
of shots—I didn’t have any since I was still drinking my fruity cocktail—I decide that kissing Griff isn’t going to be enough. And that there is no way I’m going to wait one minute more to have his mouth on mine.

It seems like everyone is here now. Taylor and Chloe arrived an hour ago. Taylor is flirting with the other cute bartender and Chloe is sitting next to one of the senior baseball players. And Griff’s friends are mostly at the table, although Zelda is sitting back at the bar so she can be closer to Jamie.

Nick brings another round of shots to the table. From the light brown coloring, it looks like it might be whisky. I’ve never liked the taste, so I shake my head no when Nick offers me one.

I get up and motion for Griff to join me. “Let’s get a different shot.”

I’m not drunk, but I’ve got a great buzz going on. I order a lemon drop shot from Jamie and wait for him to make it. Griff passes on an offer for water, but watches me with those dark, dark eyes of his.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m great. I know my limits. After this shot, I’m done.” And because I’m curious, I turn toward Griff. “You don’t drink at all?”

“I’ve had a drink now and then, but I’ve never really liked it so I stopped. I figure that if I don’t like it, there’s no reason to do it.”

“Plus,” Jamie says, as he slides my shot to me, “Griff always made the pucker face like he’d tasted something sour when he drank alcohol.”

Griff pays for my drink. “And that, too.”

I don’t take the shot right away, but hold onto it and the lemon wedge. “I’m assuming you never did a body shot then.”

“Definitely not.”

An idea takes root and doesn’t let go. “Come closer.”

Griff just looks at me. “Why?”

“Just come here.”

His gaze darts around the crowded room and back to the bar. Jamie’s already moved off to another customer and Zelda is talking to Hailey and Caleb. I immediately get the sense that Griff doesn’t like attention and doesn’t want to feel like people
could
be watching him.

I wonder at this. Last night, anyone could have interrupted us on the dock. Could have seen us. But maybe it was different for some reason. And maybe Griff likes it but doesn’t want to admit to it yet.

“No one’s watching,” I say. “But, wait, hold on.”

I grab Griff’s hand and work our way through the crowd to the small hallway where the restrooms are. We pass them and round the corner where there’s a small hidden alcove. The noise lessens somewhat, and we’re completely alone. Griff leans against one wall.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Griff tenses for a moment, then nods.

“Can I do a body shot on you?”

Whatever he was expecting me to ask, it wasn’t this. He blinks a few times. “A . . . what?”

“A body shot,” I say, coming closer to him. “You don’t drink, but I do. Let me do one on you. I wanted to do one back there.” I point to the bar and decide to broach the subject. “But I think you don’t like that sort of thing.”

“Sort of thing?”

“Doing stuff in front of other people. Like body shots. Or kissing.”

“I’m not a—”

“You’re shy.” I step even closer, my body brushing his. “I like that about you. But you weren’t so shy last night.”

“Last night was . . . different.”

“Tonight is different, too.”

He glances at the shot in my hand. “What does this entail exactly?”

“Just me doing a shot off you. It’s pretty simple, really.”

Griff stares at my mouth for a long moment. “No kissing on the mouth.”

“I promise. No kissing on the mouth,” I say easily.

And then I reach for his belt buckle.

‡

“What—”

“Shhh,” I say. “No one is going to come back here. It’s just us.”

“But this is not first date rules.”

“Screw the rules,” I say and press my free hand against his erection.

Griff hisses out a breath.

“I want to make you feel good. And I don’t think you’ve ever had this kind of blowjob before.”

“I’ve never had a blowjob,” he says, then immediately clamps his mouth shut, as if he’s regretting this slip of tongue.

I’m floored. Griff is just such a sexy beast that I thought he had covered all the bases, especially the blowjob one. “Never?”

“Never.”

It’s dark, but not that dark. I see the dull red that strikes Griff’s cheekbones. He’s . . . embarrassed? This slight show of vulnerability softens something inside of me. I want to make this memorable.

“Well,” I say, “never is going to be a thing of the past. You want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

“No.” A beat. “Yes.”

I don’t unzip his jeans, don’t put my hands on his cock, don’t do anything but use my words. “Your jeans look kind of tight right here on your cock. Like your cock wants to be free. I’m going to lower your zipper. Slowly, so slowly, you’ll feel the teeth of the metal on your boxer briefs. It’ll almost feel like my teeth are grazing you. Sharp, but not sharp. But my mouth won’t be anywhere near your cock.”

“Where will it be?”

“On your neck. You’ll bend a little so I can reach it. But my lips will whisper along your skin, my tongue will dart out to taste you. And when I’m licking that pounding pulse right there, I’ll free your cock. It’ll be hard. So very hard. And it’ll strain toward my hand, wanting me to grasp it. Wrap around it. And pull.”

Griff takes in a deep breath, his hips rocking against mine. “And will you?”

“I’ll wrap my fist around you so tight it’ll feel like you’re in me. Remember how that was? How that felt? I can tell you how it felt for me. You were thick. Hot. Full. You filled me up. And you’re so big. Didn’t you feel that? That moment where you pushed inside and I tightened all around you. How wet I was. How you stretched me, how your cock looked thrusting in and out.”

“Evie,” he growls. “Touch me.”

I don’t. “I’ll take your pre-cum and slick my hand up. You’ll thrust into my fist, wanting more. Looking at my mouth, at these pink, pink lips of mine, and think how they’d look wrapped around your cock.”

“They’ll look damn good.”

“I’d get down on my knees. Maybe you’d even push me down to the floor. Because you’d need me so much.”

Griff’s hands go to my shoulders. Push. “Get on your knees, Evie.”

“Yes, like that.” I lower to the ground, still holding onto the shot and lemon wedge. “What else?”

“Do what you said.”

“Tell me. Say it.”

“Undo my belt.”

I loosen the belt and leave it gaping open.

“Lower the zipper. Slowly.”

It goes down like he wants. Like I want.

“Not that slow,” Griff says. “A little faster. Evie.” His eyes close as the metal teeth of the zipper rub against him, and his body rocks toward me. “Take me out.”

I do.

And wait.

“Your hand. On me.”

I put my hand on him.

Another growl. “Evie.”

“Tell me.”

“You know what I want.”

“Tell me,” I say. A drop of pre-cum beads at his tip. “You’re already starting.”

Griff opens his eyes, struggling for control. “People might see us.”

“It’s private.”

“Not that private.”

I let the pre-cum land on my fingertip. “Maybe someone will come upon us. What will they think, Griff? Seeing me on my knees like this? Will they see my mouth wrapped around you?”

More pre-cum leaks from his cock.

“You do like that,” I say in soft wonder. “You like the idea that we
might
be discovered.”

“I don’t.”

“Last night on the docks, anyone could have seen us. Your fingers were in me. Anyone could walk by us now. My fingers are on you.”

“You’re right.” He groans in defeat. “I do like it. I need your mouth.”

“Where?” I bring my mouth to his tip, but don’t touch him. “Do you want me to lick?”

“Yes.”

A tiny lick.

“Maybe more?” I ask.

“Suck me.”

“Just the tip?”

“More.”

“Tell me.”

“Tell you?” Griff lets out a breath. “You want the words, Evie? I’ll give you the words. I want that sweet, hot, dirty mouth on my cock. I want you to take me in. All the way in. I want to fill you so deep your eyes water. Can you take me like that?”

“I’ll take you so deep,” I promise.

“I want that body shot. On my cock. Like you said.”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“You’re going to love it. You’re going to take me. Hard. You’ll make these sounds, like you’re dying to come, but you can’t. You can’t touch yourself. Because the only one who is going to touch that pussy is me. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll suck that pretty clit of yours. I’ll give you my cock. Fill you deep. And you’ll come. And come. With my name on your lips.”

“Griff.”

“Yeah. Just like that. Now take that body shot.”

I’ve totally unleashed a sex monster. And I like it.

I throw back the shot, then suck the lemon wedge. I drop the shot glass to the ground and suck his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he says. “So good. More.”

I give it to him. I take him deep. Deeper. Exhale through my nose as he touches the back of my throat. I slide him free, licking my tongue along the pulsing vein in his cock. Lightly, I run my fingers against his balls. I lick his cock, swirling my tongue around and around and around his tip, before sucking him back deep.

His hands go to my head, and he starts to fuck my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, and his pace falters for a moment. I’m so wet and needy, and I need to come so badly. I need him to give it to me like I’m giving it to him. I make a sound around him, a needy one, and his whole body tightens.

“Take me,” he says.

I feel him starting to pulse, and I go harder. Deeper. He tries to move away, but I grab his butt, letting my nails bite into him. A silent message:
You’re not going anywhere, because I’m going to swallow every last drop.
Because I know—
I know
—he wants me to take it.

I
want to take it.

And then he lets go. Hot, thick, and I drink it in. I take everything Griff has to give. I lap him up, then slide his cock free. Griff puts himself back together, and I get up off the ground. I smile when Griff pulls down his shirt to cover the front of his jeans. But I stop smiling when Griff comes to me and hauls me to him.

“How wet are you?” he asks.

I bring his hand down the front of my body. “Find out for yourself.”

“You need to come, don’t you?” His hand slips under the bottom of my dress and rubs on top of my panties.

I arch into him. “Don’t tease. It’s not—”

He rubs the fabric against my clit. “It’s not, what?”

“Nice.”

He pushes my panties to the side and his fingers sweep along my inner lips. “Just think, Evie. This is my cock. Rubbing against you. Thrusting in you. Filling you.”

“Griff.”

His thumb skims my clit. “You need this.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.” He grazes his teeth along my shoulder.

“I need this.”

“You want me to give it to you.”

“I want you to give it to me.”

“Fast.”

“Fast.”

“It won’t be enough, though,” Griff says. “You’ll want more.”

“I’ll
need
more,” I say.

“So, you’ll come back with me.” He rubs my clit, a little harder, more pressure, and stars shoot across my eyes.