“I’m about two seconds away from falling asleep, so if you want any sex, you’d better hop on this ride before it’s off for the night.”
I ran my hands down his body. “But you’re not even—” I found his penis thick and hard. “Never mind.”
“I’m always hard when you’re around.”
I wrapped my hand around him, definitely game for some sex now that I’d had a nap. But I wasn’t going to do that to him. He was too tired, and even though he seemed willing, I thought it would be nicer of me to let him sleep.
“Mmm…that feels good.”
I kissed his chest and reluctantly let his dick go. “When you said you’re always hard when I’m around, when did that start? My birthday party night? Or right after?”
He shifted his hips as he seemed to settle in more. “Before that.”
This had my full attention, and if I hadn’t been wide awake, I was now. “How long before?” I asked in a low, soothing voice. I didn’t want him to know this had caught my interest.
“Since forever.”
“Forever?” I said a little too loud.
Griffin laughed. “Not forever. I didn’t care about girls being girls when we first started being friends. But as soon as I hit puberty.”
I had been wrong earlier in the day. Apparently, the two of us didn’t tell each other everything.
“Wow,” I said.
“Not wow. More like duh. You’re hot.”
I tried to run through decades of friendship in my head to see if anything stuck out to me. A time where Griffin might have been turned on and I might have suspected.
But nothing was coming to mind.
At first.
I gasped. “Remember that time about five years ago when we were at the water park and we went down the slide together?”
“Mmm.”
I took that as a yes.
“You told me you were hard because of the adrenaline of going down the slides.” He had gone down several in a row. “Were you lying?”
“Mmm.”
I shook him. “Griffin?”
“What?”
“Were you lying?”
“Through my teeth. You wore that green bikini. I never knew green could be so hot.”
I bit my lip. It had been more like a tankini. I wasn’t trying to be sexy. I had just wanted to be comfortable at the water park.
“I can’t believe you never told me.”
“I didn’t want to freak you out.”
I could understand that. It was always a gamble for one friend to tell the other that they were attracted to them.
“What if I told you there were times you turned me on too?” I admitted.
Except Griffin didn’t hear me.
His breathing was deep, and a soft snore escaped from between his lips.
“Oh, Griff.” I pushed a lock of hair from his forehead and kissed his cheek. Then, I laid my head down on his chest and went to sleep.
The next morning, I was leaning over Griffin’s counter, drinking my coffee and looking at my phone.
I had left Griffin sleeping and was trying to be quiet, so I didn’t wake him.
About five minutes later, I was laughing at a meme when I heard the sound of feet shuffling from the direction of his door.
I looked over my shoulder. “Morning, sunshine.”
Griffin stood there, naked and looking half-awake. He turned toward the direction of his bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay. Coffee will be waiting for you.”
He grunted in response.
I started watching a video, and while I heard the toilet flush and the sink run, I missed the sound of Griffin walking up behind me until his hands landed on my hips.
“Whoa.” I jumped.
He kissed my shoulder. “Morning.”
“Morning.”
“Lean over again.”
“Okay?” I agreed but didn’t understand why.
He flipped up the back of the T-shirt I had stolen from him. “I was hoping you were naked under this.”
He tapped the inside of my legs, so I spread them.
He rubbed the seam of my pussy. “We didn’t have sex last night.”
“You were tired.”
“I’m never too tired for sex.”
He pushed a finger inside me, and I hissed.
I hadn’t been expecting the foreplay, and I wasn’t quite wet enough.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just go slow.”
Griffin continued to play with me until I was nice and wet.
“ ‘Go slow,’ she says. But she’s already soaking, and it’s been less than two minutes.”
He pushed down on my G-spot when he added another finger, and I moaned.
Soon, his hands were gone, and I heard the sound of the condom wrapper.
Both of us had gotten tested and come back clean, but we’d both decided it was best to keep using protection since we weren’t technically in a committed relationship.
Griffin’s cock replaced his fingers as he slowly thrust into me.
I pounded my fist on the counter. “So good.”
He withdrew and pushed back in. He did this over and over, taking his time with me.
I was close to a climax, but I needed a little something more to push me over the edge.
I’d been letting him run the show so far, but now, I decided to push my hips back into him. Simply to let him know I wanted harder and faster.
But I wasn’t expecting the slap across my ass.
I gasped in shock and excitement as I froze.
Griffin grabbed my hips and began pounding into me. Hard and fast, just like I wanted.
“Oh God,” I yelled as I tried to find something to hold on to. I ended up finding the center of the sink and clutching my fingers tightly on to it as I held on for the ride.
Griffin tilted my hips, and his dick hit me right where I needed him. It wasn’t but three deep thrusts, and my knees were buckling underneath me as an orgasm washed over me.
Grabbing my hips, Griffin kept me from falling as he slammed into me. With one last lunge, he exploded.
He collapsed on my back, breathing hard. He kissed the top of my back and stood. After he slid out of me, he helped me stand up and turn around.
After throwing the condom in the garbage, he pulled me into his arms. “That’s a better way to wake up than any coffee.”
I laughed and hugged him back.
Twenty-Six
Griffin
After Madeline left, I worked out, showered, and went over to my parents’. Sometimes, I didn’t go over to their place on my day off, but I did often. Especially during football season. My dad and I had been watching football together since before I could remember.
“Here you go,” my mom said, setting down some chips and dip on the coffee table for us.
“Thanks, Mom. I could have gotten those.”
It didn’t hurt that my mom liked to feed my father, too, and always kept snacks on hand.
“I was cleaning out the cupboards anyway.”
“Right,” I said.
She always made an excuse to bring food out to us. My father was spoiled, but it was a good thing he didn’t act like it. She liked to take care of him but wouldn’t be treated like a doormat.