Chapter Sixteen
Griffin
Tanner’s eyes dropped to my waist, and his eyes widened. I hadn’t worn underwear beneath my gray sweatpants and my c**k was like a steel pipe. He raised his eyes, and I noticed beads of sweat forming above his lips, but then his hand slid into mine.
“Griff, it’s been a long time since I…” Tanner began, but by now I was pulling him in the back door, and his words trailed off as I dragged him through the kitchen and down the hallway toward my bedroom. My mind was spinning, and images of what I wanted to do to him were on a loop. I had the handcuffs in my nightstand, and the thought of him lying underneath me as I pounded him into a quivering heap was making my blood boil.
Just before we entered my bedroom, Tanner stopped in his tracks. I spun around and lifted an
