The Angel (The Original Sinners) (32 page)

“Stay here,” Griffin said as he pulled himself up and off of
Michael. Michael nodded and lay perfectly still on his back, panting. He didn’t
watch Griffin, merely stared at the ceiling. He could definitely get used to
staring at Griffin’s ceiling.

Griffin returned to the bed with rope cuffs in his hand and a
smile on his face.

“Up,” Griffin ordered and Michael came to his feet.

He stood in front of Griffin and inhaled with pleasure as
Griffin took Michael’s forearms in his hands and bound them with the rope cuffs
behind his back. Michael wondered why his forearms at first and not his wrists.
Then he remembered his fresh tattoos. He’d almost forgotten about them. But
Griffin hadn’t.

“Now…” Griffin said with a sensual smile. “Down.”

Michael hit his knees without hesitation or a word of protest.
Ever since witnessing Nora doing this to Griffin six weeks ago, he’d dreamed of
going down on his knees like this. Griffin pulled off his boxer briefs and
tossed them aside. Yes…Michael took a deep breath. Just like this.

Griffin slid into Michael’s mouth. Michael discerned the subtle
hint of salt on his tongue and relished finally knowing what Griffin tasted
like. He took as much of Griffin into his mouth as he could. Nora had done this
to him several times this summer, but he still didn’t have much of a clue what
he was doing.

“It’s okay, Mick. Go easy on yourself,” Griffin said, twining
his hands in Michael’s hair. “It feels amazing.”

The slight catch in Griffin’s voice stoked Michael on. Somehow
Michael had managed to do something right. Right enough that Griffin had to call
a stop to it.

“Yeah, that was as amazing as I dreamed about. Too amazing,”
Griffin said, pulling out of Michael’s mouth. “Don’t want to end this before it
begins.”

Griffin reached down, grabbed Michael by the arm and hauled him
to his feet. As Griffin reached behind him and pulled off the rope cuffs,
Michael pressed a kiss onto Griffin’s muscular shoulder.

Griffin stopped moving but Michael kept kissing.

“Is this okay?” he whispered as his mouth moved from Griffin’s
shoulder to his neck.

“God, yes, it’s okay.” Griffin tilted his head to the side to
give Michael better access to his throat. “Mick…I want to do something if you’re
okay with it.”

“Anything, sir.”

Griffin gave a low, throaty laugh.

“Let me tell you what it is before you say yes to it.”

“Okay, sir.” Michael bit lightly at Griffin’s earlobe and was
rewarded with a sharp intake of air. Biting…Griffin liked biting. Awesome.

“I want to go bare with you. You can say no.”

Michael stopped in the midst of a protracted kiss of Griffin’s
collarbone.

“You mean…?”

Griffin nodded. Michael hadn’t forgotten their conversation
from weeks ago when Griffin revealed he’d never in his life had had sex without
using a condom. He’d said it was the one thing he held back so he’d have
something to give if he was ever in a real relationship with someone.

And Griffin wanted to give that part of himself to Michael.

“Yes. Yes, definitely, sir. Absolutely, yes.”

“Mick, what are you trying to say?”

Michael laughed and leaned into Griffin, who wrapped his arms
around him.

“Yes, sir!” Michael shouted the words and laughed as Griffin
gave him a wide-eyed look of shock.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you raise your voice at
all.”

“Yeah…” Michael shrugged. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

Griffin cupped Michael’s neck with both hands.

“I like it. I like hearing you. I always want to hear you,”
Griffin said and dropped a quick but sensual kiss on Michael’s lips. “I want to
hear you talk.” He dipped his head and kissed Michael’s throat. “And I want to
hear you shout.” He bit Michael’s earlobe. “And I want to hear you beg.” Griffin
reached between their bodies, slipped his hand into Michael’s boxers and took
him in his hand. “And I want to hear you come.”

Michael shivered at Griffin’s words. Closing his eyes he
lowered his head and leaned against Griffin.

“And…” Griffin said, running his hands up Michael’s back. “I
want to hear you laugh.”

With one shove, Griffin pushed Michael and sent him sprawling
across the bed. Michael laughed riotously as Griffin crawled on top of him and
pinned him hard to the mattress.

“Good boy. Now don’t move. I’m going to fuck you in a few
minutes.”

Griffin moved away again and Michael tried to do his slow deep
breathing that Nora had taught him. But nothing could get him to anything
remotely resembling a place of peace or Zen. He’d never wanted anything so much
in his life like he wanted Griffin inside him. Fuck Zen.

Michael watched as Griffin came to the side of the bed with two
black silk sashes and some gauze.

“Tying you up is going to be a lot easier when the damn tats
heal,” Griffin said, grinning as he gently placed gauze pads over Michael’s
wrists. “I’ve got leather cuffs, handcuffs, rope cuffs…and I plan on using every
last one of them on you. For the next month though, we better stick to gauze and
silk.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Michael said as he let Griffin bind
his wrists. “You don’t have to tie me up.”

Griffin grinned. “Of course I don’t have to. I want to. And you
want me to. Don’t you?”

Michael blushed but couldn’t deny the truth.

“Desperately.”

“Desperately, huh?” Griffin repeated as he tied the silk sashes
around one of the bedposts. Michael had to turn onto his side to get into a
comfortable position. On his side…okay, so this was how it was going to happen.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Nora and her damn adverbs.
Comfortable?”

“Yes, sir,” Michael said, looking up at Griffin, who laid his
hand briefly on Michael’s face.

“You’ll be okay. We’ll stop if it hurts. You talk to me the
entire time. That’s an order.”

Michael’s heart clenched at Griffin’s tender concern for him.
So this is what being loved felt like? Like somebody out there cared more about
what he wanted and needed than what they wanted and needed… Weird.

Griffin climbed into bed again and sat at Michael’s hip. Slowly
Griffin eased Michael’s boxers down his legs. As Griffin stripped him completely
naked, Michael stared off into the corner of the room. Even the night of their
threesome, Michael had kept his boxers on during the sex. Griffin had never seen
him naked before.

Michael winced at his boxers hit the floor by the side of the
bed. But Griffin made no comment. Instead he kissed the side of Michael’s thigh
and worked his way up to Michael’s hips.

The featherlight kisses on never-before-kissed parts of his
body sent Michael trembling on the edge of orgasm.

“I want you to come first,” Griffin said, taking Michael in his
hand again and lightly stroking. “You’ll be more relaxed. Relaxed is what we
want.”

Griffin’s hand did amazing things to him. Nora knew how to
touch a guy. He had no complaints where her technique was concerned. But Griffin
was so strong and yet the way he touched Michael so gentle.... Griffin’s other
hand gripped the back of Michael’s neck. Griffin put his mouth on Michael’s
shoulder and bit down hard. The mix of pleasure and pain did Michael in. With a
gasp he came in Griffin’s hand with an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

“Oh, God.” Michael leaned forward and breathed into the
sheets.

“I plan on practicing that until I’m making you scream when you
come.”

“From the orgasm or the biting?” Michael asked.

“Both.”

Griffin lay down next to Michael and pressed his chest into
Michael’s back. For a few minutes they did nothing but lie silently spooned
together as Griffin ran his hand over Michael’s body. The rhythm of Griffin’s
touch lulled Michael into an almost hypnotic trance. Every muscle in his body
started to unknot. Every ounce of anxiety seeped out of his skin and into the
sheets.

When Griffin opened the bottle of lube, Michael barely heard
it. Nothing registered except Griffin’s touch, his nearness.

“Just fingers first,” Griffin said. “I’m sure you did this with
Nora.”

“Yeah. I’m good there,” Michael said, lifting his leg to his
chest as the cold liquid met his warm skin. Almost torturously slowly, Griffin’s
fingers slid inside Michael. “Very good.”

Griffin laughed as he nuzzled the back of Michael’s neck with
kisses.

“Glad you like it. Anything feel bad? Feel weird? I want you to
tell me.”

“Feels amazing.”

“Amazing is what we’re going for. This will be even better when
you’re healed up completely and I’ve beaten the hell out of you first. Sex after
S&M is a new kind of amazing. Well, I guess you know that after all this
time with Nora.”

“I do,” Michael said. “But I don’t how it is with you. And I
can’t wait.”

“Me neither. Okay, three fingers? Good? Bad?”

“Good. More than good.” Michael felt open and relaxed. The
orgasm had helped with some of the tension but really it was Griffin, just
Griffin, who could make all the stress go away. Michael loved Nora and adored
her. But she had a wildness to her, an unpredictable side that fascinated him,
but scared him too. With Griffin though…with Griffin he felt safe.

“More than good,” Griffin said. “That’s an understatement. God,
Mick. I can’t believe how good you feel. I have to be inside you. I don’t think
I can wait any longer.”

Michael pulled against the sashes on his wrists as Griffin
pushed up deeper into him.

“Then don’t wait.”

Griffin slid his fingers out and Michael heard the sound of the
lube bottle again. More of the cold liquid covered him and Michael opened his
eyes and stared at his bound hands. Whenever he’d fantasized about this moment
with Griffin, he’d always imagined the fear and how he would have to fight to
overcome it. But now he felt no fear at all. Nothing but hunger, passion,
need.

And love.

“Here’s a little trick,” Griffin said as he set the bottle
aside and pushed even closer to Michael. “If you kind of bear down first—”

“I know. Bear down first. Then release. It’ll fit better,”
Michael said, quoting Nora from the day she’d scandalized the crazy old bats at
church.

“Nora. Right.” Griffin laughed in Michael’s ear. “I’m glad you
had such a good teacher.”

“I feel like I have a lot to learn still,” Michael said as
Griffin kissed his neck.

“I will teach you everything you need to know. Lesson one. When
I go in, you breathe out. Cool?”

Michael gave one practice exhale. “Cool.”

Again Michael stared off into the nothing at the corner of
Griffin’s bedroom and tried not to think about what was happening to him. He
didn’t want to stress or tense up. He’d learned that from Nora.

So when Griffin started to push inside him, Michael did nothing
but what he’d been ordered to do. He breathed out, hard and slow, and only after
his second long exhale did he let himself focus on what he was feeling.

Michael buried his face in his arm and groaned.

“Fuck.”

Griffin dug his fingers into Michael’s hips.

“Good?” he asked, his voice tense and breathless.

Michael nodded. “Good. Very good.”

For a few minutes Griffin barely moved except to run his hand
up and down Michael’s arms and back and side. Michael couldn’t begin to imagine
the self-control it took for Griffin to be inside him without thrusting. But it
worked. Gradually Michael relaxed enough that Griffin could push a little deeper
inside him. And then deeper. Michael turned his head back for a kiss just as
Griffin began to slowly move in and out of him.

“There’s something wrong with your back,” Griffin breathed into
Michael’s lips.

“There is?”

Griffin grinned at him. “My welts aren’t on it.”

Michael laughed but the laugh turned to a gasp as Griffin hit a
spot inside him that made every nerve in his body sing. He’d never dreamed it
would feel this good. Arching his back, he took Griffin in even deeper. He
tossed his leg back over Griffin’s thigh. His hands formed fists and the pain in
his wrists made the pleasure all the more potent.

He let go completely, let his ego die, his fears fade.... With
Griffin inside him, he couldn’t begin to care what his father thought, what
anyone thought. No way was this wrong. And no one would ever convince him of
that.

Griffin pushed his hand hard into Michael’s lower stomach as
his thrusts grew faster and harder.

“God, Mick…” Griffin rasped into his ear. “It’s never felt like
this before. And it’s not…”

Not the condom thing, Michael knew Griffin meant. But he didn’t
have to say it. Griffin’s body said it, his hands that held Michael like the
world was about to end, his lips that couldn’t stop kissing his neck and
shoulders, his desperate breaths that matched Michael’s.

Michael felt the muscles in Griffin’s thigh going taut as
steel. He pushed one, twice, and with a final thrust, Griffin came hard, his
mouth at Michael’s ear. Michael grunted in shocked pleasure as he felt Griffin
pouring into him.

For a few minutes or a few hours—Michael was too spent to
notice the time—Griffin stayed inside him after catching his breath. Michael
felt the first stirring of awkwardness. What did they do now? What was he
supposed to say? Would things be weird now that they’d had sex? What happened
now?

Griffin wrapped a strong arm over Michael’s chest and held him
close.

“I want to own you,” Griffin whispered into Michael’s ear.

Michael smiled, and for the first time in his life knew exactly
what to say and how to say it.

“You already do.”

* * *

“Ellie? What on earth are you doing here?” Nora’s
mother, Sister Mary John, stepped forward and pulled Nora into an embrace, an
embrace Nora returned quickly and perfunctorily before taking an awkward step
back.