Chapter 7: The Vineyard
The cellar door clicked shut behind them, muffling the drumming rain but trapping the thick, humid scent of damp earth and fermenting grapes. Cam leaned against a towering oak barrel, the rough wood cool through her thin dress. Griffin’s cum was a warm, sticky trickle on her inner thigh. He watched her, his chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes dark pools reflecting the single bare bulb overhead. "Fuck," he breathed, raking a hand through rain-damp hair. "Your legs…" His gaze tracked the slow descent of his release.
Cam instinctively pressed her thighs together, heat flooding her cheeks. "It’s… noticeable?" Her voice was small.
Griffin stepped close, his warmth radiating against her. He dipped his head, his breath hot on her ear. "Want to see?" Before she could protest, his hand slid beneath the damp hem of her dress, fingers trailing through the slick heat between her legs. He brought his glistening fingers up, his eyes locked on hers. "Dripping," he murmured, voice rough. "My cum all over your pretty pussy."
A shiver ran through her, part embarrassment, part raw arousal. She’d never felt so exposed, so possessed. He smeared the wetness across her lower belly, leaving a glistening trail. "Griffin…" she whispered, a plea without words.
"Need more," he growled, his other hand finding her breast, thumb roughly circling her nipple through the fabric. "That cellar fuck wasn’t enough. Barely scratched the itch." He pushed her dress up to her waist, baring her completely to the cool cellar air. His gaze devoured her, lingering on her wet, open folds. "Spread wider." His command was low, urgent.
Cam obeyed, bracing her hands on the barrel behind her, exposing herself fully. He dropped to his knees with a thud, his hands gripping her hips. His tongue was fire, licking a slow, deliberate path from her trembling entrance, gathering his own spend, then swirling it around her swollen clit. "Tastes fucking perfect," he groaned against her, the vibration making her gasp. "My cum on my girl’s cunt." He sucked her clit hard into his mouth, his tongue relentless, fingers digging into her ass.
"Oh god!" Cam cried out, her head falling back against the barrel. His mouth was ruthless, consuming her, lapping at her own arousal mixed with his seed. He plunged two thick fingers back inside her, curling them against that sweet spot deep within. "Yes! Right there, Griff! Fuck!"
"Feel how wet you are?" he snarled, his words muffled against her flesh. "Soaking my fingers. This greedy little hole loves being filled, doesn't it?" He pumped his fingers harder, matching the rhythm of his sucking tongue. Pleasure coiled tight, a wire pulled to snapping. "Gonna make you come again," he promised, voice vibrating against her clit. "Come all over my fucking face, Cam. Now."