“Ordering us another round of drinks.”
I leaned in closer, although I didn’t have to go far since I was already sitting so close. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
His hand disappeared from my leg.
Wait. I take it back. Forget I questioned you.
But he wasn’t leaving. He put the hand that had been on my leg behind my head on the back of the booth. Shifting slightly toward me, he picked up my calf and pulled my leg over his.
I quickly looked at our friends to see if they were staring at us, but they weren’t. And I really shouldn’t be surprised. Griffin and I were close. His arm around me wasn’t anything unusual.
No, what was unusual was his other palm sliding up my lower limb. And this time, he didn’t stop at my skirt.
My eyes widened, but I quickly schooled my face before anyone asked questions.
However, I couldn’t stop the little squeak that came out of me when his fingertips brushed my panties.
Holy shit. My best friend almost touched my vagina.
Almost became absolute when he drew my underwear aside and ran a finger up my slit.
I sucked in a breath and shivered.
With the hand behind my shoulder, Griffin nudged my head closer until his mouth was next to my ear.
“Damn, babe, you are soaked.” He pushed two fingers into me and sucked in a breath. “Is this for me?”
I shook my head, and he started to pull his hand away.
I clamped my upper legs closed as much as I could with one still hanging on his lap.
I turned my head slightly toward him and whispered, “I lied. It’s for you.”
For telling the truth, I got a thumb on my clit.
I moaned softly.
“Do you like that?” Griffin’s mouth was still next to my ear.
I squeezed my inner muscles around him.
He chuckled. “I can’t wait for you to do that on my cock.”
I slammed my hand down on his thigh and dug in my nails as he continued to work me under the table.
I hadn’t had an orgasm in a long time, so I was embarrassingly close. But I couldn’t come in front of all my friends. Could I?
“Why are you doing this?” I managed to whisper. Not only was I curious, but I was also hoping to distract my body from exploding at the slightest touch.
“This is what you wanted. What you asked me for.”
“But you said no.”
Griffin nipped my ear. “I did no such thing.”
I replayed the scene in my head. He wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t actually told me no.
“It was implied,” I said.
He nipped me again. “Stop thinking. This will be the orgasm that’s so good that you don’t care where you are.” He repeatedly tapped his thumb against my clit, and I knew there was no more holding back. “Come now, Madeline. I’ve got you.”
I let my head fall back against his shoulder and momentarily forgot about my friends, the other customers, and the fact that we were sitting in Griffin’s bar.
My orgasm started between my legs and fanned out until it reached the top of my head and the tips of my toes. It tingled all over and felt like a white-hot heat passing through me.
God, it felt incredible.
I had indeed not cared where I was because all of a sudden, I heard voices and music again.
“Is Madeline okay?”
I didn’t even bother lifting my head.
“I think she’s tired,” Griffin said, his fingers still inside me.
He slowly withdrew them, and I immediately felt empty.
Taking a deep breath, I looked up at my friends. “Griff’s right. I’m spent, and I think I need to call it a night.”
My best friend chuckled beside me and pulled his hand out from under my skirt.
At that moment, Mitch came over with another round of drinks.
After he set them on the table, I looked at Griffin. “I’m done drinking. I’d rather go upstairs and go to bed.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “As long as you understand that you won’t be sleeping. We still have that leg-shaking orgasm we need to work on,” he said, his words only for me.
Nine
Griffin
I gently took Madeline’s leg off mine and exited the booth.
“Feel free to finish my beer,” I told Troy, Christina, April, and JJ. “I’m going to take the birthday girl upstairs and put her to bed.”
“That’s so cute. Are you going to tuck her in too?” Christina asked.
“Something like that,” I muttered.
Madeline kicked me in the leg. “You can drink mine too,” she said as she stood.
The two of us said good-bye to our friends and headed for the back stairs up to my apartment.
As soon as the bottom door was closed, I grabbed her hand and started pulling her up behind me.
She laughed. “Wow. Someone seems awfully excited.”
I didn’t comment because I thought she already knew the answer.
When Madeline had told me what she wanted me to give her for her birthday earlier tonight, my sexual arousal had gone from zero to sixty in two seconds. My dick got so hard, I had to step away from her.
Honestly, I was a little afraid that I might say, Fuck it, to the crowded bar and take her right then and there.
Thankfully, I pulled myself together at the last second and concluded that maybe that particular moment was not the right one to give Madeline her birthday present.
The bad part was, she thought I had rejected her. I hadn’t. I’d just needed to process the whole thing. I mean, the two of us in all our years as friends had never even kissed.
Speaking of which…
We reached my apartment door, so I tugged her close and pushed her up against the wall.
Her breath caught, and her brown eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“I realized I still haven’t kissed you.” I cupped both her cheeks as I leaned down and slanted my mouth over hers.
Without any hesitation, she opened for me, and it was Madeline who wrapped her tongue around mine first as she fisted my shirt.
Being best friends, the two of us had discussed our sex lives quite regularly, so I knew she wasn’t shy in bed and that she liked to fuck. But to actually experience her openness and eagerness in action was a whole other animal.
I still had the residual feeling of her contracting around my fingers downstairs in the booth. I wasn’t going to forget that for as long as I lived.
The fact that I had given my best friend an orgasm in front of everyone like that seemed surreal. I hadn’t actually intended to take it that far.
Since she had refused to talk to me so I could explain I had only been shocked but that I was ready and willing to fulfill her desire, I’d decided to show her. But then she’d been so hot and wet, I hadn’t been able to resist getting a better feel.
And now, I couldn’t wait to get inside her.
I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my keys. Unfortunately, I had to pull my lips away from Madeline’s to slide the key into the dead bolt.
She kissed my neck and licked my skin, and I pushed my door open so hard, it slammed against the wall.
I guided her inside and kicked the door with my foot. My bedroom seemed a million feet away, so I picked up Madeline and set her on the table I kept next to the front door for keys, mail, and apparently fucking my best friend.
Madeline pushed my shirt up my abdomen, so I reached behind me and pulled it over my head. I eased her legs apart and pressed myself between them.
As I took her mouth again, I pushed her skirt up and over her hips. I rubbed my hardness along her cleft and grinned when she moaned.
Reluctantly, I stepped back in order to remove her underwear. But it was worth it when the small scrap of fabric was lying on my floor. It also helped that Madeline unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of my boxers.
I already knew what I was goi
ng to find when I put my hand between her legs, but the feel of her silken heat was still exciting and such a damn turn-on. I put my other hand over her throat because I wanted to feel her moan this time.
I was rewarded with the sound as soon as I flicked her clit.
Madeline wrapped her legs around the back of mine and pulled me closer. I moved my hands away, and my dick hit her bare pussy.
“Fuck,” I said because I wanted to push inside more than I’d ever wanted with anyone else before.
It didn’t help that my little minx of a best friend began rotating her hips as she used my erection for her pleasure.
I almost stood there and watched her, but I was too selfish. I wanted to be deep inside her when her next orgasm hit.
I pulled open the drawer under and off to the side of us. Another thing I used the table for was condoms because I never knew when I was going to need protection.
Like right now.
I quickly tore open the wrapper, but Madeline snatched the latex out of my hands before I could pull it out.
I threw the wrapper aside and stared as she rolled it down my cock. She barely finished covering me when I kissed her and drove inside her.
Madeline’s head fell back as I pumped my hips. Her nails dug into my back, and little cries and moans were coming from the back of her throat. I didn’t think I had ever heard anything as sexy as that in my life.
I pressed my lips to her throat and sucked on the spot between there and her shoulder. Her pussy tightened around me, so I did it again.
But I wanted more.
I yanked her so far to the edge that she would have fallen off if I wasn’t holding her up. This time, instead of sucking, I bit down on her neck as I shoved my cock in as deep as I could go.
Her pussy contracted around my shaft, and her legs began to shake as she let go of me and lost her balance. I held on tight as her orgasm swept through her body, fearing she might actually fall off the table.
But once I was sure she had regained some control over her muscles, I began to thrust again. Her inner muscles were still squeezing me, and as much as I wanted to work her for another orgasm, it wasn’t going to happen.
Madeline felt too good.
Still, as I focused more on my own pleasure than hers now, I noticed that her breathing had quickened again.
I smiled next to her ear and threaded my fingers through her hair. “Are you going to come again?”
“No,” she said right before she cried out and fell back against my arm.
And like that, I was done for. I had to catch myself with my free hand on the table before I landed on top of Madeline; my orgasm was so strong.
I came in a hot rush, and white lights filled my vision. I was sure I had blown the end of the condom; I came so hard.
I had no idea how long I had been standing there, waiting for my senses to return to normal, but it couldn’t have been too long because when I stood up straight, Madeline’s eyes were closed, and she had a small smile on her face.
I brushed my thumb over her lips. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
I kissed her temple. “So, leg-shaking orgasm. Check. Now that round one is complete, are you ready for round two?”
Her eyes opened, and she blinked at me. “Round two?”
“Yeah, babe. After all, your birthday isn’t over yet.”
Ten
Madeline
My phone went off next to my head. It was my Taylor Swift ringtone reserved only for my mom.
I cracked my eyes open just enough to find my phone and answer it. “Hello?”
“Happy birthday!”
“Thank you.” My voice sounded like I had smoked a pack of cigarettes last night.
“Madeline, are you sleeping?”
“I was.”
“I’m sorry. It’s almost ten, so I figured you’d be awake.”
“It’s okay. I should get up anyway.”
“I forgot you went out last night with your friends. Did you have fun? Did you stay up late?”
The night before ran through my head, and I gasped.
“What’s wrong?” my mother asked.
“Nothing. Just a headache.”
There was no way I could tell her I was having déjà vu because this was how I’d woken up on Wednesday. Only this time, I was naked and tender between my legs from all the times we’d screwed the night before. I hadn’t had that much sex since college.
I bit my lip and whimpered in regret as I slowly turned over to look at Griffin. I wasn’t ready to face him, but it was pretty hard to avoid it when I was in his bed.
Last night, asking my best friend to have sex with me had seemed like an excellent idea. But I hadn’t considered how awkward I would feel the morning after. To make matters worse, I couldn’t claim I had blacked out from drinking. No, I remembered every naughty detail. And I had no idea what I was going to say to him.
A big sigh of relief escaped me when I saw him lying on his stomach, a pillow pulled over his head and his breathing deep and even.
“Honey, are you sure you’re okay?”
Not now, Mom.
I rolled away. “Can I call you back?” I asked softly.
“Why are you whispering? I can barely hear you.”
“Mom, I have to go,” I said instead of answering her. I didn’t care if she knew I’d slept at Griffin’s because she knew we had done it before. But I did care if my voice woke up Griffin.
I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow.
I couldn’t believe I had slept with my best friend.
I needed time to process this. Preferably at home and far away from Griffin.
“Madeline? Are you still there?”
And not when I was on the phone with my mother.
“I’ll call you back,” I said and hung up. I quickly turned my ringer to silent before she called me again.
I ordered my brain to focus, so I could concoct a plan of action.
I needed to sneak out of bed, get dressed, and leave, all without waking up Griffin.
The bed moved under me, and I knew it was too late.
I heard him and felt him move quite a bit. I willed my body to relax, so hopefully, he’d think I was asleep.
“Is your mom going to wake you up every morning you stay at my place?” he asked, snaking an arm around my waist. “It’s becoming a tradition.”
“Uh…” I couldn’t form a coherent answer when I felt Griffin’s hardness hit my bare butt.
I closed my eyes as I remembered pushing his pants down his hips and seeing his dick for the first time. I’d never thought he was small. He was too tall and muscular.
But I hadn’t expected his cock to be so huge either. The outline in his underwear hadn’t done him justice.
I had gotten so excited, I’d stolen the condom out of his hand, so I could be the one to put it on. I had wanted to touch it. I’d wanted to touch him.
My eyes flew open as Griffin pulled my leg up and over his hip. He put a hand between my legs and groaned behind me.
“Mads, you’re already wet. What are you thinking about?”
“I plead the Fifth,” I said.
He chuckled, and his hand disappeared. I briefly felt his body pull away from mine as he did something behind me.
I didn’t realize what he was doing until his chest was flush against me once more and he was sliding into me. I didn’t know why it hadn’t occurred to me that he could be getting another condom.
I shivered and squirmed on his thickness. “Holy shit,” I murmured.
Griffin’s big hand ran up my belly, and he cupped my breast and flicked my nipple. “Sorry, I forgot to warn you. I like morning sex.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond because he started thrusting inside of me.
And just like that, I went from wanting to sneak out to letting him take complete control of my body.
If I was lucky, he’d fall back asleep in post-coital bliss, and then I could leave. But un
til then, I might as well enjoy how good he made me feel because I already knew another orgasm was barreling toward me.
Griffin wasn’t the only one who liked morning sex.
My plan had worked well, except that I had fallen asleep too. I woke up forty-five minutes later and carefully snuck out of Griffin’s bed. After grabbing my clothes from his bedroom floor, I tiptoed out of the bedroom before getting dressed.
I was so worried that he’d wake up that I left the apartment without using the bathroom. Thankfully, the bar hadn’t opened yet, so I quickly used the restroom down there.
As I walked out, my stomach growled.
I hadn’t slept in this late in a long time. My body didn’t know what to do without its usual breakfast and morning coffee.
I swung by a drive-through that served all-day breakfast and ordered extra coffee. By the time I ate my food, drank my java, got home, and showered, I felt a little more like myself.
While I had scrubbed my back, I’d thought about what to do about the sleeping-with-Griffin situation, and I’d concluded the smartest thing to do was to pretend like last night—and this morning—never happened.
I usually wasn’t shy about sex, but even the thought of talking to my best friend about what we had done made my face heat. I had no idea what had gotten into me.
And that was why it was best to act like nothing unusual had happened.
Telling myself what I was going to do was one thing. Acting on it was another.
Ten minutes after I showered, Griffin called. And rather than answering like I would normally do, I ignored it.
He was going to think I was such a chicken.
“Bwak, bwak,” I said to myself.
Eleven
Griffin
My phone rang, and I did my last rep before setting my barbell down.
I thought that maybe Madeline was finally calling me back, but it was her mom.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Griffin.”
“Hi, Nora. It’s not every day I get a phone call from you.”
“Have you talked to Madeline? I thought she said she was staying at your place last night, so she wouldn’t have to drive home. Did you see her this morning? I talked to her for a few minutes, but she said we’d talk later. And now, she’s not answering her phone.”
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