30. Harden #2
“It feels… So good,” I choke out, my entire body burning with need, and his heated laugh once again whispers against my cheek.
“Oh yeah, I bet your cock feels so fucking good, Haze.”
Fuck. His words are like poison seeping into my veins, and I don’t care if it kills me, as long as his voice is the last thing I ever fucking hear.
“You saw how good I made our girl come earlier, and now I’m going to do the same to you without even touching you, that’s how good I am, Haze.
” His cocky words pull a moan from the depths of my throat, so hoarse and raw that it surprises us both, and his warm chuckle in response lights me up inside.
“Mmm you like hearing about what I did to our girl, huh? You like knowing I had my fingers buried deep inside her tight little cunt until she was drenching them completely.”
My hand moves faster and faster, each word like an accelerant to the fire now burning inside of me, and for the first time in my life I feel pleasure so fucking raw that I know I will never recover. And it’s all because of him.
“Fuck, I can hear how fast you’re fucking your fist,” he groans, a deep, appreciative sound that has my balls drawing up.
Our eyes collide in the dark, and I see pure, raw need in his, and for once I’m sure he can see the same in mine.
I let my mask drop completely, letting him see how much I want this, how much I need this.
Aurora and Everest both scream and groan loudly, until their sounds cease to exist and I know they are done, but we’re just getting started.
“Hear that, Haze, she’s on the other side of that wall now with Everest’s cum leaking out of her.” Fuck, his words are going to be the end of me, but he doesn’t stop, he never has, he’s always known how to push me. “Imagine that it was your cum, my cum, or both of ours mixed together.”
Now it’s my turn to groan loudly, my hips thrusting up to meet every slick flick of my wrist as I fuck my hand raw. “Griffin.” His name is a pained moan, a plea, because I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my fucking mind.
Still he doesn’t stop. “Imagine watching me fuck her until she is spilling with my cum, and then you take your turn and fuck it back inside her.”
“Fuck, Griffin, your fucking mouth.” I’m jerking myself so hard I’m surprised I don’t rip my fucking cock clean off, but fuck his voice is a vice I could gladly become addicted too.
The cocky prick only laughs, knowing exactly what he is doing to me, and not caring in the slightest. “Yeah, I bet you’d enjoy my mouth, wouldn’t you, Haze?”
This is the point where fear should flow through me, but it doesn’t. Instead, I get the image of him on his knees for me, swallowing my cock like it was made for him, and I almost come apart at the seams.
“Griff, do it with me,” I command, not recognizing the lust-drenched tone of my own fucking voice, as I plead with him. “Take out your cock and stroke it for me.”
I’m still fucking my fist, chasing a high that only he has been able to provide, but I need more. He doesn’t respond, but I hear and feel his movements, before the tell-tale sound of him spitting explodes between us, followed by a deep groan.
“Oh fucking hell, Haze, you have no idea how desperate I am to fucking come,” he grits, and just like he said earlier, I can hear him jerking himself off.
But the sound isn’t enough. Neither is the blurry movements of his hand in the dark.
“Fuck, I need to see you.” I need to watch him fucking chase this high with me, until this need in my chest is sated.
No response comes other than a quick fumble and a thud, before we are illuminated in the light of his phone.
Griffin is laying on his side, shirt off, boxers down, cock out, and he’s never looked fucking better.
His abs are clenching together as he ruts into his fist, with a dark scorching look in his heated amber stare.
His eyes are feasting on where I’m fucking my own hand, not a look of remorse or panic in sight.
No, the only thing he looks is turned on, and fuck if that doesn’t set me alight inside.
We aren’t ruining our friendship, we are remaking it into something new, something better than I could have ever imagined. He’s the one person I trust most in this world, and as my eyes trail over his thick length pumping into his hand, I don’t have a single regret.
“I could watch you do that forever,” I tell him truthfully, so fucking mesmerized by the sight of him fucking his fist, that I feel like I might stop breathing.
Never in my life did I think I could not only enjoy something like this, but also be desperate for more of it.
“Fucking snap,” he huffs, jerking himself a little faster, and my mouth fucking waters at the sight of it.
“I never thought I’d say this to you, Haze, but fuck your cock is so fucking pretty.
” His stare dances between mine and my dick, his mouth turned up slightly at the corner in smug satisfaction, that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Is that why you kissed me the other day?” I dare to ask, and his eyes dance with amusement, as he cocks a brow at me.
“Now now, we both know you kissed me first, I was just finishing what you started.”
My mind flicks back to the heavy weight of his lips against my own, how urgent and desperate they were, how his pulse flickered rapidly against the hold I had around his throat. Fuck I want more of that, more of him.
I turn on my side, smiling with him, as the end of our cocks collide and we both hiss in unison.
I can feel the slick head of his dick rubbing against mine, and nothing in the history of the world has ever felt so good.
We both pause slightly, as the humor between us disappears completely, and even in the dark I swear his stare turns black.
His hand comes up first, stroking himself firmly up and down, letting his fingers brush against me.
I follow suit, jerking up every time he jerks down, until we are moving in sync, fucking our fists back and forth against one another.
We aren’t touching anywhere else, and I’m sure it’s the only reason my body isn’t shutting down in a panic.
Our precum is mixing together, as our hands brush one another on every stroke, and somehow it’s the most intimate touch I’ve ever felt in my life.
A thought he must share, because his chest is rising rapidly as he once again flicks his stare between me and my cock. “Fuck, Harden, I feel like I’m losing my mind,” he moans, jerking himself faster to meet my pace, and it isn’t lost on me that he called me Harden instead of Haze.
Haze is the nickname he uses for his best friend.
Harden is for something more.
I want to hear him moan it again, to fucking scream it until his damn lungs give out, and the whole world knows about this moment.
I start thrusting into my hand, rubbing the end of my cock against his and groaning at every roll of my hips, as he starts to do the same.
We rut against one another, fucking without fucking, and our juices spill down one another.
I don’t just want this, I need this, I need it more than I have ever needed anything, and I won’t stop until I am free falling over the edge with him.
“Griffin, I need to come.” I speak words I never have before, and savor the deep rumble of his chest as he hears them.
“Then fucking come for me, baby.” It’s not a suggestion, or a mere plea, no, it’s a fucking heated command that captivates my entire body.
Baby. Fucking baby.
It’s that one word that tips me over the edge.
Without warning, I spray hot jets of cum across my fist and it spills onto his cock, as I come with a deep, long groan.
My eyes flash with surprise, as he moans at the sight, using my cum to stroke his cock even faster.
It’s hot and messy, as his own groans get louder and more frequent, letting himself go for me completely, until he finds his own release with a pleasured moan.
I feel the heat of his cum splash against me, like a stain on my soul that I never want to erase, as both our hands slow in our strokes, savoring one another’s cum on our cocks.
It’s the filthiest and most perfect thing I have ever fucking seen, and I hold my breath in anticipation as Griffin’s hand releases himself and moves up between us.
He’s just as captivated as I am by the mess left there, examining it as if he can’t quite believe what we just did, before he brings his fingers to his lips.
His tongue darts out and steals a little taste of it, a taste of me, a taste of us, his eyes widening in both shock and delight.
When his eyes flick back to mine and he finds me watching him, he moves to drop his hand, but my own snatches out and grips him by the wrist roughly.
“Ah ah, be a good boy and clean it all up.” I don’t know where that fucking demand came from, but I do know that if I don’t watch him do this, I might fucking die.
Once again his eyes shine with amusement, but still he leans forward and opens his mouth, dragging his tongue along his palm and fingers, lapping at both our releases with an appreciative groan.
Fuck.
Griffin Blake is dangerous, he always has been, but as he laps at our cum, licking it all up and not wasting a single drop, well, he’s never been more fucking lethal. I’ve lost my mind completely and it’s all his fault.
And I’m well and truly fucked, because he didn’t just make me lose my mind, he altered me, and us, irrevocably.