30. Griffin
GRIFFIN
When Zeb goes off to take care of his condom, I ease Ember down onto the couch. “Are you ready for more?”
When she nods, I unzip my pants, and her eyes track my every movement. I stroke my cock a couple of times before rolling on a condom, and then I’m ready for her.
I’ve been ready for her from the minute we were last together, and when I sink into her heat, it’s like coming home. She said it wouldn’t happen again, but I held out hope. I was certain she’d come around eventually, because it was that good.
Though she said tonight—with the four of us—is just going to be a one-time thing, I know it’s going to do the exact opposite of getting her out of my system, and if she’s honest with herself, she’ll realize the same is true for her.
I’d like to rest my weight on her and feel the length of her body under mine, but her skin is flushed, and I don’t want her to get overheated. Instead, I kneel on the couch and rest her legs on my shoulders.
Ever since we were together, I’ve been imagining taking her in different positions, and this is one of them. The view is spectacular.
When I start pumping into her, she makes a mewing sound that has me stopping immediately. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Her bottom lip captured between her teeth, Ember nods, and I pull back, nearly out of her. “Which is it? It hurts?” This position takes me deep, and the last thing I want to do is cause her pain.
“Yeah, but don’t stop. It’s a good kind of hurt.”
“Are you sure?”
“Griffin, keep going!” In case I don’t get the message, she tucks a foot behind my ass and uses it to urge me forward, and my face splits into a grin. This woman.
Watching her closely, I start again, gradually increasing the pace, making sure she’s good with it. Still biting her lip, she closes her eyes, but now her expression of pleasure is unmistakable.
When I start to piston in and out of her, she moans, and when I stroke my thumb over her clit, she lets go, crying out my name as her hips arch and her body goes stiff.
She’s a beautiful sight, her skin glowing, her hair fanned out around her face, her pussy gushing around my cock.
Somehow, I manage not to immediately lose control this time, and instead, enjoy every minute of her ecstasy.
I ease her through her recovery, keeping a slow and steady rhythm. The smile I receive is everything.
She beckons for Frank then, calling him over from where he’s sitting with a look and a wave of her arm. As he smooths a few strands of hair from her cheek, she runs a hand over his thigh.
“This okay?” she asks as she gets closer to his hard-on.
“Course,” he says, voice rough.
She smiles as her fingers trace the bulge in his jeans, and inside, I’m smiling for her. Maybe it’s weird, but tonight, I found out I don’t mind seeing Ember with other men, at least Frank and Zeb, who I trust to treat her right. I like watching her experience joy, even if it’s not me who’s providing it.
I’m sure I’d feel differently if I weren’t involved. I’m not interested in sitting on the sidelines, but I’m more than happy to be a team player.