35. Harden #2
His hands snap to my hips before he remembers himself, pulling them back and fixing them around the edge of the vanity.
Except for once, I want his touch, I need it, I fucking crave it.
I press myself into him, letting the heat of his chest burn through the fabric of my shirt, wishing I could rip it off, but not wanting to separate myself from him.
I roll my hips and feel his cock hard against mine, pulling another low groan from him, and I swallow it down, lapping my tongue against his like a fucking dog gone wild.
“You fucking taste like her,” I pant against his mouth, licking and sucking at his lips, moaning at the taste of them.
“She tastes good, doesn’t she?” His words are grunted against my mouth as he steals me for another kiss, trying to take control, but I’m not going to yield to him like I’m sure she did.
The thought has me kissing him rougher, rolling my hips against him harder, until a wicked thought burns through my brain.
If his lips taste like her then…
The thought trails off as I pull back, both of us panting with need, and my eyes dance down to the erection beneath his shorts.
One of my hands slides down before I can stop it, palming his dick through the fabric, marveling at the thickness of him.
“Harden,” he chokes out my name, sounding so desperate, like he didn’t just fuck his dream girl less than an hour ago.
My cock jerks in response, and before I can think about it, I drop to my knees before him, pulling down his shorts and making him splutter my name once more.
“Harden, fuck, you don’t have to,” he starts, but I cut him off, gripping his base roughly in my hand, before stroking him from root to tip.
“Oh fucking hell,” he groans, tipping his head back, and it flexes the muscles in his stomach, so much so that I want to reach out and drag my tongue along each one of them.
My throat is dry, itching for something it’s never had, but still I lick my lips in anticipation.
My eyes are fixed on the column of his throat, as I lean forward and flick my tongue across his slit, making him hiss.
“Eyes on me, Griff, I need to see you for this.” His stare snaps straight to mine, his amber gaze darkening in a way I could surely get used to.
“Go on, please,” he begs, and he’s gone from being the dangerous, cocky asshole I know as my best friend, to a pliant little thing ready to follow my every command.
He knows what I need, he knows without even fucking asking, because he knows me, all of me, and it’s that thought that has me smirking.
“Please, what?” I taunt, the two words sounding more powerful than anything I have ever said.
His stare searches mine, and I know the moment he sees it, sees me. Every fucked-up part of me.
“Please, sir.”
“Good boy,” I purr, leaning forward and sucking the tip of him into my mouth, and he whimpers. Fucking whimpers.
Swirling my tongue around his head, I taste him, him and her, and I groan, lapping at his length until I can feel him growing thicker against my tongue.
The taste of him is maddening, but mixed with her too, fuck I could get lost in it forever.
His hands flex around the edge of the sink, his knuckles white with the restraint of not touching me, and fuck that turns me on more than anything.
How have I reduced the Griffin Blake everyone knows, to obey my every command with just a flick of my tongue?
“Harden,” he gasps, as I take him deeper, the unfamiliar weight of him more than welcome, as it wakes up a deeply hidden part inside of me.
"Let me hear that pretty little gasp again,” I demand, pulling back and sucking on his tip, grazing him with my teeth and making one of his hands fly to my hair.
When I stroke my hand up and down his length again, letting my tongue slip into his slit, his groan is so deep I think the whole house might have heard. “Fuck, Harden, your mouth is deadly,” he gasps, pulling at the ends of my hair, and his words and his touch have my heart thundering.
I wait for the pain, the panic, but it doesn’t come.
His fingers slip down to the base of my neck, holding me there as I lap at his crown, before closing my mouth around him once more.
The thickness of him is sinful, as I drag him back and forth on my tongue, memorizing his every gasp and moan, wanting this moment to be etched into our minds forever.
I want to please him, but more than that I want to please myself, to take pleasure in this sexual act without bile churning in my stomach.
“Fuck, Harden, you look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth,” he praises, making me suck him harder, as he pants and pulls on my hair, shifting his hips forward slightly. “You’re sucking me so fucking good.”
Taking him as far back as I can, I release his base and bring my hands up. Just wait until I fuck you, baby. I sign boldly, and the groan that leaves him now sends chills down my spine.
I feel him swell against my tongue, and I know he wants more, needs more, and who am I to deny my best friend.
I move my head faster, sucking him harder, deeper, holding his amber gaze, as I let him hit the back of my throat until I gag, but still I don’t stop.
Forcing breaths in through my nose, I keep sucking him earnestly, ignoring the tears that dampen my cheeks, and making him moan even louder.
“Fuck, Harden, please, please,” he cries, rolling his hips now, fucking himself against my tongue, and I let my glossy eyes narrow in warning, as he hits the back of my throat again. “Please, sir,” he moans, bringing his thumbs up to swipe at my cheeks. “Your throat feels so fucking perfect.”
I do it again and again, meeting every snap of his hips with a bob of my head, barely catching my breath until he is fucking my mouth hard and fast. I’ve had my cock sucked more times than I can even count, every single one of them forged into the depraved depths of my mind, but this?
This I want to imprint inside of me forever.
I want it stained on my skin like a fucking badge of honor, letting everyone know I made Griffin Blake mine.
The taste of him is unreal, the sound of his moans unlike anything I have ever heard, and the sensuality, and the way he watches me, has my own cock leaking for attention.
I think back to how it felt to stroke myself the other night, how hard and needy my cock was under his watchful stare, and fuck, I want more.
Not just because it’s my best friend, but because this is so perfectly consensual, that I’ll remember it always.
He hits the back of my throat again and I moan around his length, before I’m rewarded with another praise of my name. “Oh, fuck yes, Harden.” That’s the only warning I get before hot splashes of his cum hit the back of my eager throat, and I swallow down every last drop.
His entire body collapses against the sink, his chest heaving with heavy, panted breaths, as he searches my stare with a mixture of satisfaction and confusion.
“Fucking hell, Haze. What the fuck was that?” This time my last name doesn’t sound bad falling from his lips, not after the mess I just reduced him to, and as for what that was, I’m not sure.
I’m sure most people would be confused after sucking off their straight best friend for the first time, but I don’t feel confused, I feel free.
Like I just claimed a part of myself that was locked away beneath my trauma.
There is no panic, no worrying about my sexual orientation or what I’m into, and whether I just ruined my relationship with my best friend.
There is just the steady and firm confirmation that I not only want everything with Aurora Gray, but Griffin Blake too.
However, just because I feel like that, doesn’t mean he does too.
Griffin has never shied away from sex, and when you look like him, and the worst thing your parents ever did was ignore you, why would he?
He’s had a steady flow of pussy since he was fucking fifteen years old, so maybe to him, a mouth is just a mouth.
I don’t want to pressure him into anything, so as I tuck him away and push back to my feet, I shrug.
It’s whatever you want it to be. I sign carefully, making his eyes narrow as I once again revert back to my silence, dropping my gaze so I don’t have to look at him
“Don’t be a dick, Harden, we both know things have changed between us.” The high of his pleasure still strains his tone, and it makes my own still painfully hard cock jut beneath my pants.
They don’t have to change if you don’t want them to, this can just be a momentary lapse in judgement, you have her now. I can still feel the essence of him between my fingers, something I try my best to ignore as a bitterness coats the back of my tongue.
“We aren’t a momentary fucking lapse,” he bites out through his teeth, gripping my jaw and forcing my stare back to his.
“You’re my fucking person, Harden, you’ve always been my person, and whatever this is.
” He uses his free hand to gesture between the two of us.
“It’s happening, I don’t give a fuck about our pasts and where we thought our needs laid, things change, people change, and I want this, all of it. ”
I know he isn’t just talking about us, but Aurora too.
His words are somehow exactly what I needed to hear, because of course they are, he knows me better than I know myself some days.
I lean into his touch, some of the tension I’ve felt since Saturday night, and when I watched him leave the gym earlier, lifting on my chest.
I open my mouth to respond, when Aurora’s voice cuts through the silence.
“Shit, sorry,” she gasps, forcing both our heads to snap in her direction, finding her eyes wide with surprise as she takes in our proximity.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just wanted to check on…
” she trails off, still taking in the positions we haven’t moved from, and our no doubt swollen lips.
“I’ll just go.” She turns on her heels and flees before either of us can say a word, and though I know we haven’t done anything wrong, I can’t help but feel like we were just caught red-handed.
Griffin only sighs. “Looks like we need a team meeting about our group activities.”