48. Harden #2
The noises falling from my lips are unlike any I’ve ever made, each one more desperate than the last, and they have him bobbing his head even faster, tears tracking down his face.
I swipe them away with my thumb, telling him what a good boy he is, how perfect his mouth is, and all it does is spur him on.
My body starts to tremble with the need to come, desperate to unleash down his throat, and he nods around my length as if he can read every sordid thought in my mind.
I’m only vaguely aware of my hips pumping up between his lips, meeting every bob of his head with a thrust, until I am bruising the back of his throat with every snap.
When he swallows, gagging as I slam into his throat wall, his lips closing around me, I lose it, giving myself to him completely.
Hot ribbons of cum burst from my cock, spilling into his mouth and down his throat, as I explode with a roar.
My hips are still thrusting into his mouth, even as some of my cum spills down my length, as he struggles to take it all.
My cock throbs between his lips, his tongue still lapping at me eagerly, even as I collapse back onto the bed, completely spent.
I don’t stop though, no, I drag him toward me, sealing his mouth to mine and groaning at the taste of myself on his tongue, as I kiss him wildly.
He tastes like me, like mine, and fuck if that doesn’t alter everything in my damn world.
Last week I tasted her, and now I’ve tasted him.
I’ve tasted me on him, and still I’m dying for more.
“So good for me, Griff, so fucking good,” I moan against his swollen and abused lips, dragging him up and onto the bed, groaning when I feel his thick length against my stomach.
“Did you get hard from sucking my cock?” I ask, wrapping my fist around his length, and he nods into my kiss, still gasping for air.
Pushing him on top of me, I let my hands roam his naked body, reaching around and caressing his muscular glutes, massaging them roughly as he grinds his hips down into mine.
When my fingers pass over his hole, he jerks in my hold, gasping into my mouth, and it sparks an idea inside of me.
Rolling us over, I slip off his body and turn him over, pressing back into him and bringing my mouth to his ear.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, reaching down and rubbing in between his cheeks roughly. “Can I touch you here?” My question is paired with the gentle slide of my finger over his hole, and the gargled noise he lets out is paired with a rushed nod, his ass already lifting into the air.
“Fuck, Harden, yes, you can do whatever the fuck you want with me,” he chokes out, his voice raw from my cock, and it tears me apart.
I kiss and lick my way down his spine, lapping at the goosebumps that break out across his skin, until I am able to drag my tongue down along his seam.
Ignoring the reason I know how to do this, I take his cheeks in my hands and spread them, licking around his hole ever so slowly, and devouring the way he shudders beneath me.
“Fuck your hole is pretty.” I tease all around it, before flattening my tongue against it and dragging it up and down.
He violently lets out a feral sound, pushing back against my tongue, and I smirk.
“Mmm, I knew you’d be a good boy for me, knew you’d enjoy being my little toy. ”
I swirl my tongue and he curses, pushing his ass into the air to give me better access, and I praise him by spearing my tongue inside him, until the words he is saying become unintelligible.
“Want me to fuck this pretty hole with my tongue?” I ask, dipping in and out, my hands flexing around the curve of his cheeks to keep him spread open.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Griffin cries, arching his back for me so perfectly, and I groan, lapping at his hole.
“Yes, what, baby?”
“Yes, sir, please don’t stop.”
He pleads so perfectly, who am I to deny him?
I run my tongue up and down his ass, before sliding it into his hole, fucking it in and out, and savoring every moan and rock of his hips.
He’s putty in my fucking hands, an obedient little slut just begging for more.
Reaching out, I blindly find the drawer of my bedside table, my tongue not relenting for a second, as I find the small bottle of lube and flick open the cap.
Slicking up my hands, I bring them back to his cheeks, pulling them apart once more and pressing one of my lubed-up fingers against his hole with my tongue. I ease in the tip, a hissing sound gritting through his teeth, as he pleads my name so perfectly.
“Harden, fuck,” he cries, and I lean forward and lap at the no doubt sting of my finger stretching him open.
“You want it, don’t you, baby? Want me to stretch this hole so it can take my cock?
” I slip my finger a little deeper, feeling him tighten around me, as more groaned curses slip from his mouth.
“You look so fucking perfect like this, all exposed, begging me to do whatever I please to your hot little body.”
Pushing in all the way, he grunts in pain, but still pushes back against me and I slowly pull back, easing my finger in and out of him, until his pained gasps turned to moans.
I set a steady rhythm, my tongue still circling my finger in his hole, stretching him out until I’m able to slip in a second.
“Oh my fucking god,” he cries, and I know the moment I find that hidden spot inside of him, because he practically leaps off the bed.
“Harden, I’m going to cum.” I only go harder at his words, fucking him with my fingers, alternating between scissoring them and massaging that spot, until he is screaming out my name.
He comes with a yell, grinding against my bed until cum explodes from his cock, spilling between his sheets and stomach.
I don’t stop until he’s a limp, panting mess, memorizing the way his entire body relaxes with pleasure.
I slip back into the bathroom, quickly washing up and bringing a warm cloth to clean him up too. He’s still half delirious with pleasure when I maneuver him beneath the sheets, a sleepy, satisfied smile on his face, as I pull the blankets around him.
“I don’t think I’ll survive you fucking me,” he grumbles, eyes already half-closed, and I smile as I turn off the lamp and slip in beside him.
“You can and you will, I’ll be right there, don’t worry,” I reassure him, and he smiles, erasing the space between us until he can tuck his head between my chin and shoulder.
“You can survive anything too, baby, I’ll always have you.”
They’re the last words he says before he drifts off to sleep, and for once, I don’t feel any panic as I wrap my arms around him and join him in his slumber.
We wake up the next morning to someone banging on the front door, both of us jumping from our sleep, quickly putting on clothes to go and investigate.
We open the door to find a locksmith and his assistant, with orders to change all the locks and add some extra ones to the windows, and I roll my eyes, knowing I don’t have to check my phone to know Everest sent them before bringing Aurora home.
Griffin and I let them work, as he starts setting up for tonight's Halloween party, and every time I ask him about our costumes, that he put himself in charge of, he just shrugs and tells me he’s got it covered. So I guess I’ll find out later, I’m not sure whether I should be worried or excited.
Halloween is his favorite holiday after all.