Fortunately, best friends could read the other’s body language, and they knew just what to do to make the other feel good when they were having sex. Unfortunately, best friends could read one’s body language and knew when the other was about to come.
Griffin nipped my neck. “Come on, Mads. I know you’re close. Quit holding out on me.”
I let myself go, and my orgasm washed over me like liquid heat. I was vaguely aware of Griffin still moving inside me, causing my climax to go on and on.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he slammed into me one more time as his body stiffened and exploded.
The two of us lay there in silence. I could feel my inner muscles contracting every few seconds—the aftereffects of having a strong orgasm—and Griffin flinching every time it happened.
He slowly let my leg slide off his arm, and he rolled to my side. Putting a hand on my thigh, he asked, “You good?”
“God, yes.”
He chuckled. “Good, because I’m fucking fantastic. Holy shit, no wonder Harris wants you back.”
I groaned. “Don’t talk about him. You’ll ruin my post-orgasmic bliss.”
He squeezed my leg. “Got it.”
“Thank you. And thank you for coming when I texted. I was worried you hadn’t gotten the messages.”
“I will always come when you need me. And sorry about that. I left the bar so fast, I forgot to message back.”
I smiled. “That’s okay. The important thing is, you showed up. I don’t know what I would have done to get rid of him if you hadn’t.” I hated to think that I could still be sitting in my living room as Harris tried to pitch me on why we should be together.
“There was something else you texted me about.”
I frowned. “What’s that?”
He got up on one elbow and smiled down at me. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you said I was invited to dinner.”
Nineteen
Madeline
The next morning, I was leaning against my counter as I sipped my coffee and scrolled through various social media apps on my phone.
I was laughing at a meme when Griffin walked into the kitchen in only a pair of jeans.
I tried not to look too hard at all his gorgeous muscles. It was funny how I had seen Griffin shirtless plenty of times, but now that we’d had sex, all I could think was that I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel him, I wanted to—
“Got any coffee for me?”
I blinked a couple times as I tried to erase all sexual thoughts of my best friend from my brain.
Griffin raised his brow. “Tired?”
“A little.” I nodded toward the coffeepot. “I made extra for you.” I looked at the clock on the microwave. “Although I’m surprised you’re up before I have to leave for work.”
He found a mug and poured himself a cup. “It helps that I didn’t close the bar last night and got a good night’s sleep.” He smiled at me over the coffee he had brought to his lips and winked. “For the most part anyway.”
My pussy clenched.
You don’t have time for morning sex, you don’t have time for morning sex, you don’t have time for morning sex.
I still had to take a shower and get ready.
“Screw it,” I said, setting my coffee down. I took Griffin’s mug from his hand and set it next to mine. “Fuck me in the shower?” I asked.
He grinned. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said and picked me up in his arms.
I squealed as he sprinted toward the bathroom.
Half an hour later, I reluctantly put on my work clothes and makeup. My limbs felt like jelly, and my mind was mush. I was going to be useless at work.
After I was finished getting ready, I went back to the kitchen with my dirty mug. Griffin had kindly brought me some coffee while I was busy making myself presentable for work.
He was my best friend for a reason after all.
“When do you have to leave?” he asked me.
I checked the time again. “Five minutes. Which is good. I thought for sure that I was going to be late when I asked you to shower with me.”
He put a hand on his chest. “Aww, and you asked me anyway.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get a big head. I like morning sex, and you were available.”
This time, he brought his fist to his chest like I had stabbed him. “The pain. It hurts.”
I pushed him out of the way and put my cup in the dishwasher. “You’ll be fine.”
He dumped out his mug in the sink and put it next to mine in the machine. “What are you doing this weekend? Are you stopping by the bar tonight?”
“I’m not sure, and maybe. I was thinking of using my birthday gift cards this weekend, so we’ll have to see if I feel like shopping.”
Griffin put on his shoes and shrugged his large arms into his coat. “Count me in.”
“You want to go to the bookstore with me?” I asked, surprised.
Griffin wasn’t much of a reader.
“Ha. No. I want to go to the lingerie store with you.”
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Fluorescent lights were brutal on the body. I had pretty good self-esteem when it came to my looks, but I thought fluorescent lights could make the perfect woman have doubts about herself.
“After I came to your rescue?”
I picked up my purse. “Are you saying I owe you?”
I had to admit that I was grateful for Griffin’s help with Harris yesterday. And I had been pretty excited when he actually stayed for dinner and didn’t leave once to go and check on his bar. When I’d joked the other night about the bar being his wife, I had been half-serious. It took a lot to pull him away from that place.
He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. “No. Only saying it would be nice if you took your best friend with you.”
I sighed. “I’ll think about it. But you do realize, you can’t go into the dressing room with me, so you’re not going to know what any of the stuff I try on looks like, right?”
He grinned and opened the door to the garage. “You just let me worry about that.”
I went to walk past him and stopped to shove a finger in his face. “I’m not taking pictures either and sending them to you.” I didn’t want to risk getting hacked and having embarrassing pictures of me all over the internet.
He nipped my finger. “I told you to let me worry about that.”
“Okay.” I continued into the garage and hit the door opener. I threw my purse in my car and turned around to say good-bye.
I wasn’t expecting Griffin to be right behind me, and I squeaked as he pushed me against the driver’s door. I clutched the sides of his shirt under his coat, unsure of what he was going to do.
“Have a good day at work,” he said.
“Thanks. You have a good day at work too.”
“I will now.” He leaned in and took my mouth. He kissed me deep and slow, taking his time. By the time he pulled away, I was breathless. “Thanks for the morning fuck.” He smiled. “And all the times last night.”
“You’re welcome?” I laughed. “I mean, it’s not like I got anything out of it, so you definitely owe me one.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I do. I promised you could play with my dick, and I still haven’t let you. Maybe this weekend after shopping. You can buy the sluttiest outfit, and I’ll let you wear it while you go down on me.”
“You’ll ‘let’ me? You are so full of shit.”
He grinned. “I try.” He squeezed my hips, and his face got more serious. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah,” I said with a nod.
He kissed me again and headed to his car.
He waved as he got behind the wheel, and I was reminded that I needed to get in my own vehicle and get my butt to work.
As I started my car and headed down my driveway, I thought about the change in my relationship with Griffin. I didn’t know if we were going to continue to sleep with each other or what would happ
en when we stopped, and I decided I would worry about that later.
Twenty
Griffin
Wednesday evening, I was waiting for Madeline to show when two of my old friends came in.
I had met Caleb and Blake in little league. They were both older than me, but we had stayed friends throughout the years, even when Caleb had gone to Europe for a year and Blake had moved to Las Vegas for a while.
“Hey,” I greeted them. “Table or bar?”
“Bar’s fine,” Caleb said.
“Nothing big on your mind?” I asked. Whenever one of us needed more privacy, we would get a table to be farther away from accidental eavesdroppers.
“Nah,” Caleb said as he sat down. “Life’s good.”
“And you, Blake?”
“Nothing new for me,” he said, taking a seat beside Caleb.
“The usual?” I asked them.
They both said yes, and I slid their beers over to them. “I wasn’t expecting to see either of you tonight.”
“Last-minute visit. I can only stay for a beer before I have to get home.”
“Sloan won’t let you stay out late, huh?” Blake asked him.
Caleb frowned. “No. My brother’s coming over.”
“Oh.”
I laughed. “Poor Blake. He just wants to give someone shit.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Keep it up, and you’ll be my next target.”
I just grinned back.
The door opened again, and Madeline walked through. “Hey, guys,” she said before coming around and sitting by Blake. I would have preferred she sat down next to Caleb, the married guy.
I pulled out a beer and set it in front of her. “Happy one-week anniversary,” I told her.
Caleb leaned forward around Blake. “One week? For what?”
Madeline looked at me, confused.
“For breaking up with that asshole, Harris.”
She laughed and picked up her beer. “I’ll drink to that. Good riddance.”
“This sounds like a good story,” Blake said.
“Meh. He blew off my birthday and didn’t even remember what day it was.”
Blake and Caleb winced.
“Ouch,” Blake said.
“Oh, and happy late birthday,” Caleb added.
“Yeah, happy late birthday,” Blake said. “I hope you had fun.”
“Thanks. I did.” Madeline swung her stool in my direction and smiled at me.
While I’d known her for years, this particular smile was new to me. But it didn’t take a genius to guess what she was thinking about.
Sex.
Madeline was thinking about sex.
And now, so was I.
I maintained eye contact while I reached down and adjusted myself since I was hard. The bar hid everything lower torso and down, but she was a smart girl. She could figure out exactly what I was doing.
“Griff?” she said in an almost-too-innocent voice.
“Yeah?”
“I need to talk to you in your office. Do you have a minute?”
“Uh-oh, Griffin’s in trouble,” Blake joked.
I shook my head at the ridiculous statement.
“No, he’s not in trouble. It’s just private. Between best friends,” Madeline said and slid off her stool.
“I’m so hurt, Griffy. I thought I was your best friend.”
I took the rag I had on my shoulder and tossed it on the bar. “Blake, you know I have better taste than that,” I joked and headed back toward my office.
Madeline had already gone up ahead of me.
I pushed open the door, and the room was dark, except for the night-light I kept in the corner.
I reached for the light switch, but I was yanked inside by my shirt and slammed against the door before I could reach it.
I hoped nobody came to see if we were okay.
Madeline’s mouth was immediately on mine as she went after my pants. The woman was fast—I had to give her that—because she had my dick out and in her hands before I could put more thoughts together.
She squeezed me once, and then her lips were gone, and so was she.
I looked down to see her on her knees and her mouth swallowing my cock.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Watching and feeling my best friend suck on me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Which didn’t bode well for my lasting ability. Not to mention, she was really good at giving head.
I shouldn’t be surprised since she excelled at sex, but I didn’t like that she had learned all her amazing techniques on someone other than me.
But my jealousy wasn’t enough for me to lose my hard-on or anything. It only made me want to come in her mouth even more. I wanted to be the last thing she tasted on her tongue.
And I was about to let her do that as I leaned back and enjoyed the ride—until I noticed that she was shifting a lot.
Madeline was getting all hot and horny from giving me a blow job.
I was two seconds away from exploding, and if I wanted Madeline to get off too, then I had to cut off this particular event off now.
And with that, I cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth away from me.
“Wha—” she said, stunned, as I yanked her to her feet.
I twirled her around, so her back was against the door as I pushed her jeans off her legs and threw the pants to the side.
Not only did I want to know how she tasted now—I mean, in reality, I’d wanted to know how she tasted since I discovered eating women out in high school—but I also needed a little bit of time to make sure I didn’t pull a two-pump-and-dump the second I got inside her.
I dropped down to my knees and pulled her leg over my shoulder. I swiped a finger over her cleft. She was already wet, just like I had suspected, and I leaned forward and licked her from back to front, stopping at her clit to run my tongue around it.
Madeline whimpered, and I knew I should concentrate my attention on making her come, but I wanted to do my own thing.
Cupping her ass, I shoved my face between her legs. I licked and sucked on every inch of skin I came into contact with. I loved her musky scent and the way her flavor tasted in my mouth.
I could admit, I was being a little selfish, but in all truth, I wasn’t sure how long this sexual relationship was going to last. And if this was the only time I went down on my best friend, I wasn’t going to waste it. So, because I was so caught up in my own needs, I didn’t notice Madeline trying to push me away at first.
And when I did, I felt incredibly guilty.
“Holy shit. Mads, I’m so—”
She pushed me onto my back on the floor and straddled my hips, and in one smooth move, I was inside her.
I groaned from deep in my throat and grasped her hips.
I’d thought the blow job felt good, but her pussy felt fucking amazing. I didn’t understand why at the moment, nor did I have time to figure it out because she began to ride me.
She had only pushed me away because she wanted to fuck me. And wasn’t that the turn-on of the century?
I pulled on her hips as I tried to help, so she didn’t get tired or worn out.
But I didn’t need to worry about that.
It wasn’t long before her breathing changed and she started tightening around me. I also noticed that the closer she got, the wetter she got. I had never observed that before, which was odd. It was hot as hell, and I would think that I wouldn’t have missed something like this.
Madeline was almost there, her nails digging into my shoulders and her head thrown back when it hit me.
I wasn’t wearing a condom.
“Shit. Mads, I’m not—”
Too late. She cried out as her whole body jerked over me. This wasn’t just a leg-shaking orgasm. This was a whole-body-shaking orgasm.
And I tried to do everything I could to stop my own climax. I bit down hard on my lip, and I tried to think about anything other than h
ow incredible it felt to be inside Madeline bare.
Raw.
“Fuck.” I felt bad, cutting Madeline’s orgasm short, but I had to get her off me. “Madeline, I’m not wearing a—”
Boom.
It was too late.
I exploded so hard, to the point I saw stars and then my vision went black. My hands let go of Madeline’s hips and fell to my sides, and I rode wave after wave of bliss.
Twenty-One
Griffin
I didn’t know how long it took for my brain to come back online after that hard reset, but when I did, I noticed that Madeline was lying on me and my ass was freezing from the cold floor.
Oh, and I was still inside her, and we were both covered in my cum.
I gently rolled her off me and to her side before I slid out from her body. “Madeline, I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up so fast that her head almost hit my nose. “Oh shit.”
“I know.”
She spread her legs, and even though it was mostly dark, she must have been able to tell something I couldn’t.
“Damn, Griff, are you trying to get me pregnant? I have never had so much semen in me.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not. That comment went straight to your head.”
“Well, I am a guy, and you basically just complimented my virility,” I told her as I opened the closet in the corner. I pulled out a clean towel we used for the bar and handed it to her.
I tucked my half-hard dick back into my pants and got down on my haunches. “You’re not really going to get…”
Madeline looked up at me. “Pregnant? No, I’m on birth control.”
I fell back on my butt in relief. “Oh, thank God.”
“But when’s the last time you got tested?” Madeline asked. “I know I haven’t been since Harris and I broke up. I’m not worried, but still. It’s something we should both do now that you’ve hosed me down with your freaking seed.”
I laughed. “I didn’t come that much.”
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