53. Harden #2
My hands are insistent now, as I pull back and shove at his jeans, forcing them down his legs, until he is kicking off his shoes and stepping out of them. His cock springs forward, both hard and desperate, precum staining his head, and I shake my head in disbelief as I drop to my knees before him.
“You’re fucking perfect.” My words are whispered against his shaft, my lips ghosting along his length, as his muscles flex and ripple.
“Put your mouth on me, please baby,” he purrs, and the sound of him pleading for me sends blood rushing to my head.
What the fuck did I do to deserve him? To deserve either of them?
Yet still, I lean forward and drag my tongue up along the bottom of his length, his eyes tracking my every move.
Holding his stare I swirl my tongue around his tip, teasing his slit with barely there licks, before closing my mouth around his crown.
I suck on him roughly, dragging my tongue back and forth along his underside, before taking him to the back of my throat.
A stream of incoherent curses fall from his lips, as his fingers flex around my neck, pushing himself off his dresser, forcing me to take him deeper. “Fuck, between you and our girl, I’m getting the best fucking blows of my life.”
I smile around his length, bobbing my head back and forth, letting him hit the back of my throat before drawing all the way back.
“Next time I’ll make sure our girl is on her knees beside me.
” I lap at the precum spilling from his slit, groaning at the sweet taste of him, before I reluctantly pull back.
“Get on the bed,” I demand, savoring the way he shudders, before following my command instantly.
He drops down on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on me as I slowly start to undress. My heart is beating rapidly, but the way he looks at me, with so much awe and lust, chases away all of my demons. “You’re staring,” I whisper, dropping my shirt to the floor, before moving to undo my jeans.
“You’re fucking captivating, Harden, of course I’m staring.” His eyes track my fingers as I flick open my jeans, slowly pushing them down. When my cock springs free, he subconsciously licks his lips.
“That pretty little mouth looks desperate for a taste of me.” I close the distance between us, gripping his chin and forcing his stare back to mine. “Tell me what you want, Griff, beg for it, and maybe I’ll let you have it.”
His eyes shine with delight, and I know he loves this, loves submitting to me so sweetly, when he is usually the one who gets to be in charge.
“I want you to fuck me,” he states firmly, not looking away from me for even a second. “I want to feel your cock pounding inside of me, until you fill me with your cum.”
Fuck. Me.
His words heat my blood, calling to a part of me that I’ve denied long enough.
There is no going back, no staying away.
No, tonight is the night I give myself to someone, in a way that was taken from me when I was just a child.
All those nights in the dark, I vowed I would never allow someone to have power over me again, but I didn’t realize then, what it meant to be truly wanted.
I’ve been taken from, abused, forced into a submission I didn’t understand, and remained there until the day I became an adult and had the power to leave.
After that, I had the power of denial. I tucked all of those nights into a box and threw away the key, keeping everyone at arm’s length, just so I had the power to rebuild.
Now I have the power of reflection, of realizing just because she took so much from me, doesn’t mean I can’t take something back for myself.
So right now, I’m using that power to choose something for myself, to choose him, to choose making love for the first time in my life, and it feels so fucking good.
My fingers come up to caress his jaw, smiling at the way he so easily leans into my touch, as if he needs me just as much as I need him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell him, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, before I add, “Now turn over, and stick that ass in the air for me like a good boy.”
Griffin groans against my mouth, ripping away from me far too quickly, pushing back on the bed, shifting until he is in the position I demanded.
Fuck. The sight of him like this takes my breath away, and I climb up behind without a word, letting my hands trail along his spine in featherlight touches.
Arching into my touch, his skin scatters in goosebumps that I have to fight not to lick, as I move my hands down to his hips.
He pushes back into my hands, wanting, waiting, and I palm the globes of his ass and squeeze roughly.
“I like seeing you like this,” I grunt, massaging his cheeks, before spreading them and baring his hole to me.
“All exposed and desperate to be fucked.” I lean down and spit between his cheeks, using my thumb to rub it into his puckered skin.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you, letting me do whatever I please with you? ”
Griffin nods, hissing as I force the tip of my finger into his hole. “Yes, sir, I am.” I shake my head in disbelief, watching in awe, as I inch my finger inside of him.
I don’t take my eyes off him, as I blindly reach for my bag, dragging it toward us, and digging through it until I find what I am looking for.
When I clasp my hand around the bottle of lube that I felt compelled to toss in between my clothes, I say a silent thanks, flicking it open and trickling it down onto my hand, before working my finger deeper inside of him.
“Fuck, Harden, it already feels so good,” he groans, pushing back and asking for more. I’ve been stretching him open for weeks now, preparing him for this moment, and my cock leaks in anticipation.
I slip another finger inside, scissoring them, stretching his hole until my fingers piston in and out with ease. Pouring more lube, I rub him thoroughly, my hands slipping in and out so easily now that I am fucking mesmerized.
“More, I need more. Please sir,” he pleads, and a satisfied smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth, as I withdraw my fingers and he groans at the loss.
I’m impossibly hard, and I don’t pause as I flip him over, pressing him back into the mattress and settling myself between his legs.
He watches with rapt attention as I pour more of the lube onto my fingers and cock, and stroke it up and down until it’s sufficiently drenched.
Leaning down, I press my tip to his hole and inhale deeply, trying to calm myself.
“You have to tell me if it’s too much, okay? Just say the word and I’ll stop, I promise.” I need him to know I mean that, that it isn’t just a word, it’s a declaration, and he nods wildly, pulling me toward him.
“I trust you, baby, just fuck me, please, I need you to fuck me.”
Our bodies shudder together as I press forward, only a slight tilting of my hips that draws a needy sound from both our throats.
My chest is heaving as I force myself to slide a little deeper, slipping my crown into his tight hole, and gasping at how quickly he wraps around me.
The heat is fucking searing through me, threatening to consume me whole, as Griffin stares up at me in desperation.
“Are you okay?” I ask, and he nods rapidly, his teeth sinking into his swollen bottom lip. “You’re the tightest thing I’ve ever fucking felt,” I grit through my teeth, pushing deeper, feeling him relax around me and letting me go further.
“You feel so fucking thick,” he cries, and his words make me want to slam inside to the hilt.
“Just keep being a good boy and letting me in.” I tighten my jaw, pushing deeper, praising him, as he continues to open for me. “So good, so fucking good for me.”
Only once I am fully seated inside of him do I let myself exhale, losing my mind at how tight he is clenched around me. His channel is the most amazing thing I have ever felt, and just the thought of being inside of him has me ready to come already.
He’s gripping me so fucking tightly, but still he begs. “Harden, please, I need you to move.”
I choke out a laugh. “Griff, if you could understand how fucking perfect you feel right now,” I gasp, shaking my head, as I slowly draw myself out and then sink back inside.
“I can feel how perfect you feel,” he groans, widening his legs to accept more of me. “You’re so fucking hard and thick inside me, it’s unlike anything I have ever felt.” Another pant slips past his lips, fanning across my mouth, and I press my hips forward, as I lean in for another kiss.
This time I swallow his groan, his tongue lapping against mine, as I start slowly rocking my hips.
Not quite thrusting, more teasing, testing, seeing what he can take, what I can, and fuck, the feel of him is addicting.
Our mouths move in sync, both of us panting and moaning, and when I pull back, his eyes are filled with something I can’t even describe.
I’m sure the same look is mirrored in my own, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, because how did we get here?
How did I fall for my best friend?
“Harden,” he whispers, his heart thundering against mine, and I nod, not needing him to say the words.
“I know, Griff, I feel it too,” I tell him gently, stroking back his hair, before I push back up onto my knees, letting my hands fist around his hips. Lifting him slightly, I pull back and thrust in, harder this time, pulling another perfect gasp from his throat.
“Oh fuck yes,” he cries, tipping his head back and teasing me with the long column of his throat.
“Is that the spot, baby?” I ask, pulling back and doing it again, the restraint I’ve been showing, slowly killing me. “Is that where you need me, huh? Deep inside your tight little hole, fucking you until you are crying out my name.”
My name is rasped out this time. “Harden, please.” The two words set me on fucking fire.
“That’s it, good boy, moan my name for me.” I start rocking my hips, his muscles clenching around me tighter, as I start fucking him deeply. “Your ass is so fucking perfect for me, that I bet I could make you come like this alone,” I tell him, trailing my stare over his swollen and leaking cock.
Wrapping my fist around him, I stroke him ruthlessly, perfectly in time with my thrusts, until he is whimpering beneath me.
I fuck him with deep, rolling snaps of my hips, drawing all the way out and slamming back in, pulling desperate and needy sounds from his chest. I feel him clenching around me, his cock pulsing in my hand, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“That’s it, baby, fucking squeeze my cock with your tight little hole, I’m going to fill you up so perfectly.” Each of my words are delivered with a jerk of my hands and a snap of my hips, hurtling him towards his orgasm at a rapid pace.
“Harden, fuck, yes, please, don’t stop.” Plea after plea tumbles from his mouth, and when I twist and flick my wrist up and over his crown, he explodes into his climax.
“Oh my fucking fuckkkkk,” he cries, hot ribbons of cum splashing against my fist and his stomach, as I slam into him again and again.
He’s practically whimpering with relief, my name falling from his lips like a prayer, looking and sounding like a fucking dream come true. “Fuck, baby, look how good you are, coming for me so sweetly, while swallowing my cock in your tight little hole.”
Reaching up he drags my mouth back to his, panting my name against my lips as he arches up into me, letting me fuck him even harder. One kiss is all it takes, my cock swelling, and my release starts unloading deep inside him, as I continue riding his ass.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I groan, drilling my hips into him as I empty every last drop inside him, until I am collapsing on top of him.
Our kiss is frantic and sloppy, turning languid with pleasure, as we rock and pant against one another, his cum slick between our abs. When I pull back and stare at him, I feel irrevocably changed, like a part of me has been forever altered, and it’s all thanks to him.
“You’re mine now,” I tell him on a panted breath, and all he does is smile.
“Baby, I’ve been yours since the day we met.”