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 how 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