46. Aurora
I alternate between Harden and Everest’s beds all week, usually starting the night between Harden and Griffin, and ending it curled back up beside Everest. Despite what happened last week, he can still be quite the selfish asshole, but I’m not complaining.
I’m tired and sore most days, but definitely not complaining.
Griffin and I have fucked every which way you can imagine, under Harden’s direction, him jerking off as we do, but he still hasn’t let either of us get any closer than that.
I know he’s trying, from the kisses, the lingering touches, and the spooning in bed, I really do know he’s trying, but I can’t help still being desperate for more.
Especially when he isn’t just kissing me, but Griffin too.
Watching the two of them together is like an accelerant for the embers inside of me, and all I want to do is burn white hot.
After the show Everest put on last weekend, I want more, I need more, but I’m still not quite sure how to ask for it.
Shaking my head, I stir some sugar into my coffee and smile when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, only to be mildly disappointed when I turn to find Bishop entering the kitchen.
My shoulders drop a little, and my friend rolls his eyes.
“Don’t have to look so disappointed trouble, I’m sure one of your boyfriends will be down soon,” he quips, and I have to force myself not to blush.
He’s been teasing me all week, after the noises he heard coming from Harden’s room.
It didn’t exactly take a genius to figure out what was going on.
“Still a little hurt I wasn’t invited,” he adds with a wink, and I snort a laugh.
“Please, like you haven’t left a trail of broken hearts behind you since the semester started,” I toss back, stepping aside so he can reach for a mug.
“Treat them mean, keep them keen,” he shrugs, reaching to make his own coffee.
“Besides, I’d give that up for a spot on your roster, little Gray.
” His smirk is infectious, and now it’s my turn to roll my eyes at how ridiculous he is, but only to me, because when Griffin rounds the corner he is already glaring at him in disdain.
“Stop hitting on my girlfriend, Burke,” he snaps, rounding the counter and dragging me into his arms possessively.
“Isn’t that how you got her in the first place, Blake?” Bishop asks, arching a brow, and I bite my lip to stifle a laugh.
He’s one of the only people who knows about our situation, and hasn’t stopped riling the guys up all week to try and piss them off.
“Yeah, well, three boyfriends is her limit,” Griffin grunts, dipping down and picking me up to deposit me on the counter.
“Please don’t fuck in the communal areas,” Bishop sighs, turning his back on us, and Griffin smirks against my mouth as he leans in to kiss me.
“So just some heavy petting, got it,” he replies, before kissing me roughly and wrapping my legs around his waist.
Bishop groans, but is saved when Everest storms in the kitchen and snarls, “Get the fuck off her, she is going to be late for class.” He rounds the counter and quite literally shoves Griffin away from me, who only groans in annoyance at his asshole of a best friend.
“How do you put up with so much testosterone?” Bishop asks, watching the scene unfold, and I shrug, before Griffin responds, “Multiple orgasms.”
I almost choke on my coffee, as Bishop’s face curls with a frown.
“And on that note, I’m out of here,” he laughs, draining his coffee, before looking back at me.
“You coming to the game tonight?” he asks, and I nod with a smile.
“Then I’ll catch all you fuckers later, tell Haze I’ll see him in class. ”
We watch him leave, before Everest moves to make himself a smoothie, and when I turn back to Griffin to find that he is watching me with a wicked smile.
“You know Monroe is right, we are running late today,” he muses, pushing off the counter and stalking back toward me, taking the cup from my hand and placing it down.
“I guess that means we should shower together.” Gripping my thighs, he picks me up and starts running toward the staircase, leaving a cursing Everest behind.
He doesn’t stop until we are locked in his bathroom, and only then does he let me drop down to the floor. “How long before we have to leave the house?” I ask, calculating how long I need to get ready before doing this, and Griffin laughs.
“Do you think I give a fuck what time it is, sweetheart?” he asks, pushing me to the floor with a shove. “Now, open your mouth and show me what that pretty little tongue can do.”
Who am I to refuse an offer like that?
Shoving down his shorts, his hardening cock comes to life before me, already leaking precum at the tip, and the sight is dizzying.
His length is thick and veiny, the head glistening, and I waste no time in reaching up and wrapping my fingers around the base.
Keeping my eyes on his, I lean forward and trace a long wet line from my fist to his tip, making him hiss through his teeth.
One of his hands presses to the doorframe above me, making his torso stretch and flex, while the other pushes down and threads through my hair roughly, titling my head back.
This time when I drag my tongue along him, I do it slower, more deliberate, tracing the vein on his underside and savoring the way his eyes darken from amber to brown.
We don’t have time for teasing, I know we don’t, but there is just something cathartic about seeing the dangerous and dirty Griffin Blake being right on the edge, ready to lose control.
“Don’t fucking tease me, sweetheart,” he warns with a growl, his fingers pulling tight, and I let my tongue swirl around his slick tip, before pulling back with a smile.
“I thought you said you wanted me to show you what my tongue can do?” I ask innocently, leaning back in to close my lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently.
“Fuck, Rora.” His voice is a lust-drenched rasp that goes right to my core, and I swirl my tongue around him again, before taking him deeper. “Yes, baby, that’s it,” he praises, flexing his hand in my hair, and I reach up and let my hands close around his hips to steady myself.
Then I take him all the way to the back of my throat, licking and sucking back and forth, again and again, until he is cursing my name.
His hands bite even harder into my hair, and the doorframe, his stomach flexing as he rolls his hips to meet my mouth.
He’s hot and heavy against my tongue, and feels so fucking perfect that I could stay here forever, moaning around his length.
“Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you baby?
So fucking pretty and perfect with my cock in your mouth.
Fuck, I can’t wait to have you spread out with us all filling you up.
” Every filthy word from his mouth sets me alight, and I can’t stop myself from reaching one of my hands down beneath my shirt, finding my pussy wet and aching.
“Fuck, is the taste of my cock getting you wet, sweetheart?” he asks, and I moan again, nodding vigorously and making him curse, as he fucks my mouth even harder.
A loud bang crashes against the door, before Everest’s muffled voice follows. “You’ve got ten minutes before I break the fucking door down and drag you both to class.”
Griffin only smirks. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be spilling down your throat in less than one,” he winks, before picking up his pace and pounding into my pliant mouth, until I can do nothing but widen my lips and flick my tongue, letting him hit the back of my throat.
Moving my hand, I swirl my clit faster and faster, getting off to the taste of him, to the thought of Everest ripping the door open and watching me deep throat his friend.
“Come on those pretty fingers for me, baby, I wanna suck them clean,” Griffin hisses, rolling his hips, and those words send me over the edge with a strangled scream around his cock.
“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His words are followed by a deep groan, before I feel his salty release splash against my tongue.
I’ve barely swallowed him down, before he drags me back to my feet, picking me up and pressing me roughly into the door, slamming his lips to mine.
He kisses me violently, sucking his cum from my tongue and groaning against my mouth, before pulling back and closing his mouth around my fingers.
Once they are glistening with his spit instead of my cum, he strips us both off and turns on the shower.
I was ready to beat Everest’s time limit, but one look at my soaped-up body had Griffin dropping to his knees, burying his tongue in my cunt, and giving me two more orgasms until I couldn’t stand any longer.
Then he dropped me onto all fours and pounded into me, until he filled me and made it so my legs were still shaking thirty-minutes later, when we finally met Everest back in the kitchen.
He took one look at me and called Griffin a smug prick, before dragging me out the door and walking me to my first class.
The rest of the day passes in a sex daze, and by the time I walk out of the art studio to find Harden waiting for me, I am more than ready to go home and relax a little before the game later.
“Hey,” I smile, rushing toward him, savoring the way his eyes light up as they trail over me.
Hey, pretty girl. He signs, sending a thrill through me, and I have to stop myself from touching him, which is hard because there are multiple girls from my class checking him out right now.
“Hey, Aurora,” one of them calls, dragging her friend in my direction, and I bite back a groan as I turn to greet them.
They have barely said two words to me in class, but they see me with Harden and suddenly they want to chat?
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask, looking between them both, their eyes firmly on Harden, making no secret of checking him out.
“Your brother is throwing a Halloween party this weekend, right?” The one who I think is Emily, asks, and I refrain from rolling my eyes. Of course that’s what this is about.
Ignoring the stab of pain that rushes through me at her referring to Everest that way, I nod with a forced smile. “Yeah, he is.”
“Can we come?” It isn’t lost on me that she uses a more sultry tone as she asks that, licking her lips and looking at Harden like he’s a piece of meat.
“It’s not really up to me,” I state blandly, not wanting to cause a scene, especially when the guys and I haven’t really set parameters about how things are going to be between us publicly.
“What about if we were invited as someone’s date,” she muses, now firmly setting her sights on Harden. “What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?”
I open my mouth to explain he doesn’t talk, when Harden replies, “Yes, I do.” Three words that almost render me speechless, as I snap my head in his direction.
I’ve gotten used to hearing his voice a lot more recently, but it’s only really been around Griffin and me. Sure, he’s said the odd thing in front of Everest and Bishop when we’ve been at the house, but everywhere else he has stuck to signing like always.
“Is she as pretty as I am?” Maybe Emily dares to ask, biting her lip, putting her all into flirting with him.
“No,” he grunts, moving slowly, as if he is going to get closer to her, and her eyes dance with delight. “She’s a lot prettier than you are,” he adds, before reaching out and spinning me in place, pulling me against him and dipping down to kiss me right there in the quad.
I gasp in surprise, and he slips his tongue into my mouth so it can tangle with my own, long enough for it to be completely obscene and over the top PDA, before he pulls back with a smirk. “Come on, pretty girl, let’s go home.”
We don’t even spare them a second glance as we walk away, and I don’t just feel proud, but smug too.
An hour later we are curled up on the sofa, me sketching, Harden reading his book, when Everest and Griffin walk into the house. The two of them move right for us, Griffin dropping into the spot beside Harden, and Everest planting himself on the coffee table directly in front of me.
“I hear Haze claimed himself a girlfriend,” Ever muses, glaring at me, and my pencil pauses mid-line.
“How the hell did you hear about that?” I scoff, confused as to how he could have possibly found out, and Griffin snorts.
“Come on, RoRo, did you really think this place was any different from Vander? Gossip runs through the mill here even faster than it did in the city,” he explains, and I roll my eyes. “Of course a hot and claiming make out session in the quad was going to get back to us.”
Again, I look between them completely bewildered, when Everest cuts in. “Ignore him, some chick was hanging around fishing for a party invite, she told us.”
Fucking Emily.
“Is that a problem?” I dare to ask. Everest’s stare hardens, and I know what he’s thinking.
That it can never be him. That no matter what happens, we can never be more than siblings in everyone’s eyes.
“No, if any of this is going to be public, then I’m glad it’s you and him,” he finally responds, and I can hear the dejection in his tone.
“Why not me?” Griffin asks in outrage.
“Because you’re a slut.” Everest doesn’t even hesitate in tossing that back, and I see Harden bite back a smirk.
“Calm down there, Monroe the Hoe,” Griffin claps back, ready to argue with him, but Everest pushes back to his feet.
“Come on, we need to get ready for the game.”
I shower first, before making quick work of my hair and makeup while texting back and forth with Aubree. She is meeting me at the rink, so we can sit together and enjoy the game, and after being cooped up with the guys, I’m looking forward to seeing her.
Once I’m ready, Everest appears behind me, a dark blue shirt gripped in his fingers, that he shoves into my hand. “Here you go princess, put this on,” he demands, and when I hold it open, I find a Flyers jersey with his name across the back.
“If I’m going to wear a jersey, shouldn’t it be my boyfriend’s?” I tease, and the look he gives me promises me I’ll pay for that later.
“Try and wear anyone else’s name, and I’ll fucking tattoo mine across your ass, Aurora, don’t test me.”
Hiding my smile, I slip the jersey over my head and style it with a belt and knee-high boots, feeling his heated gaze trail over me with my every move. Only when I’m done do I give him my attention, turning slowly in place, and letting him enjoy his name on my back.
“Good enough, big brother?” I ask, arching a brow, and he smirks, rising to his feet and erasing the space between us.
“Good enough that I’ll fuck those two words out of your vocabulary later,” he promises darkly. “Now let’s go before we’re late.”
Well damn, I was looking forward to the game, but now I’m more excited for the aftermath.