Chapter 10: Morning Claiming
The low, steady drumming of rain against the window was the first sound that seeped back into Cam’s consciousness, a rhythmic counterpoint to the frantic thudding in her chest. Griffin’s low groan vibrated against her spine, his palm hot and demanding where it cupped her mound, his middle finger sliding effortlessly back into her slick cunt. He wasn't asleep now. The thick ridge of his cock ground relentlessly against her ass, demanding entry. "Griff..." she breathed, her voice thick and needy.
"Turn over," he rasped, his voice rough with sleep and lust, his hand withdrawing only to grip her hip firmly. "On your knees. Now." The command sent a fresh surge of wetness between her legs. She scrambled onto her hands and knees on the rumpled sheets, the worn cotton cool beneath her palms, the soft lamplight glinting on the sweat already beading along her spine. She felt utterly exposed, her ass tilted up towards him, the vulnerable core of her slick and swollen, aching for him. The scent of their mingled arousal hung heavy in the still air.
He knelt behind her, his calloused hands spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her completely. A low, appreciative growl escaped him. "Fuck, look at that pretty little hole," he muttered, his thumb tracing her slick folds, circling her entrance where she pulsed for him. "Soaked for my cock already." The blunt, swollen head of his shaft nudged against her, hot and insistent, just resting at her rim. A tremor ran through her. "Please," she whispered into the pillow, pushing her hips back towards that pressure.
He leaned over her, his chest warm against her back, his lips brushing her ear. "Gonna fill this tight little pussy up," he promised, his voice thick and dark. "Gonna make it fit. Take it slow, baby." With agonizing care, he pushed forward. The stretch was immediate, intense, a burning fullness unlike the fingers from before. She gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets. He paused, letting her adjust, his breath hot on her neck. "Breathe, Cam. Just breathe. You're taking it so fucking good."
An inch slid deeper, stretching her impossibly wider. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the pillow, the ache a sharp counterpoint to the desperate need coiling in her belly. "More," she managed, surprising herself. He rewarded her with another slow, deliberate thrust, burying another thick inch inside her clinging heat. "Christ, you feel incredible," he groaned, his hips rocking minutely, working himself deeper. "So goddamn tight... squeezing me like a fist." His hands gripped her hips hard, fingers digging in, anchoring her as he began a shallow, steady rhythm, inching deeper with each slow push, stretching her virgin cunt open inch by relentless inch until his hips finally met the curve of her ass, buried to the hilt. "Fuck yes," he hissed. "All mine now." He held himself there, deep inside her pulsing heat, letting her feel the sheer, consuming fullness. "You okay?" His voice was rough but laced with concern.
"Yeah," she breathed, dizzy with the sensation of him lodged so deep, her body slowly yielding, the initial burn fading into a thrumming pressure. "Move. Please move." He withdrew slowly, almost completely, leaving her clenching around emptiness before surging back in, a deep, powerful stroke that dragged a ragged cry from her throat. He set a deliberate, deep rhythm, each thrust a slow, thorough claiming, pulling nearly all the way out before driving back home, the wet slap of skin audible beneath the rain. "Such a good girl," he murmured against her shoulder blade, punctuating his words with a hard thrust that made her gasp. "Taking my cock so deep... fucking your tight little pussy feels unbelievable." His pace began to quicken, the slow burn igniting into a fierce friction, the head of his cock grinding against a spot inside that made her see stars. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, the filthy sound of their joining, slick and rhythmic, filling the small room. The coil inside her pulled impossibly tight. "Oh god, Griff... I'm gonna..." Her voice broke on a sob as the pleasure crested, sharp and blinding, tearing through her as she clenched and pulsed around his cock. His rhythm faltered, a harsh groan ripped from his chest as her spasms milked him. "Fuck! Cumming!" he grunted, his hips snapping forward, burying himself impossibly deep as he emptied himself inside her with hot, pulsing jets, his body shuddering against her back. They collapsed together onto the damp sheets, breathing raggedly, his softening cock still nestled deep within her as the rain whispered against the glass. "Later," he mumbled into her hair, his arm heavy around her waist. "Again."
Cam leaned against her locked door, heart hammering against her ribs as Matt’s footsteps faded down the hallway. Griffin’s low chuckle vibrated against her back, his arms tightening possessively around her waist. "Cramps?" he murmured, his lips hot on her neck, one hand sliding beneath her cropped shirt to splay across her bare abdomen. "Fucking liar." His fingers trailed lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, finding her bare skin slick and ready.
He spun her around, his mouth crashing down on hers, swallowing her gasp. It was bruising, desperate, his tongue demanding entry as his hands shoved her shorts and panties down her thighs in one rough movement. "Need you," he growled against her lips, fumbling with his fly. The thick length of his cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. "Now, Cam."
She stumbled back towards the bed, guided by his urgent push. Distant laughter from the backyard bonfire drifted through the rain-spattered window, a counterpoint to the frantic rhythm of their breathing. Griffin shoved her down onto the soft duvet, her legs instinctively falling open. He didn’t hesitate. Gripping her hips, he aligned himself and drove into her with one deep, hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Cam cried out, arching off the bed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "Oh, God! Griffin!"
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in hard, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small room. "My fucking cunt." He set a brutal pace, each powerful thrust jolting her body up the bed. He braced himself over her, muscles straining, sweat beading on his brow as he watched her face contort with every deep penetration. "Take it." His voice was a rough command. "Take my cock, Cam."
She clung to him, gasping, the sheer force of him overwhelming, the stretch and burn a delicious agony. Her moans grew louder, uncontrolled. "Shh," he hissed, leaning down to bite her collarbone, his hips never slowing their relentless piston. "Quiet, baby. They’ll hear you scream." He shifted, hooking her leg over his arm, opening her wider, allowing him to plunge even deeper. "That’s it. Milk my fucking dick." Her inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily, and he snarled, his thrusts becoming frantic, erratic. "Gonna fill you. Gonna pump you full." He drove into her with a final, shuddering grunt, pulsing deep inside as her own climax ripped through her, muffled against his shoulder. He collapsed heavily, still buried within her, their sweat-slicked bodies trembling together, the distant bonfire crackling like applause.