Page 14 of At Your Door

But now, the bed sounds solid as a rock as my hips begin to create a rhythm of their own.

“Fuck,” I whisper out.

As my fingers begin making small circles, I can feel my skin heating up by the second, and I can’t help but kick the comforter off the bed. The fabric feels like too much. But as I settle back into position, Griffon’s words flash through my mind.

“Well, maybe you should some time. You seem a little… uptight.”

I don't even think twice before reaching out, grabbing the brown box, and pulling out the most intimidating toy I’ve ever seen.

To be fair, every toy intimidates me, seeing as I don't own any of my own. But as much as I’d like it to be, right now just isn't the time for a lesson on how to use a huge dildo. It seems pretty straightforward.

Until now, I hadn’t planned on everactuallyusing it. I was supposed to be faking everything. But I know everything has gone to shit when I slip the tip of the toy inside of my mouth, and the first thing that comes to mind is Griffon.

The thought of her on top of me, her thighs on either side of my head, makes me force the toy down further until I hear myself gag, and my eyes begin to water. I can't stop as my other hand slips back down to touch myself.

All I can see is her blue eyes glowing through her red hair as she pushes herself further down my throat.

I’ve completely forgotten about her actually being next door as I finally pull the toy out and lead it to my entrance. My eyes widen at the stretch.

“Oh, shit!” I can feel my body begin to relax as I slowly slip it further inside.

“Fuck!” I spit out. My eyes roll back as my hips continue to roll, edging me closer and closer.

The bed begins to rock from the movement, and if I didn't think she could hear before, she definitely can now. Under normal circumstances, I would be mortified, but now I’m almost bouncing on the toy. I’ve moved well past any embarrassment as I feel my body begin to clench.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I throw my head back as I imagine Griffon's mouth on me. Tasting me, touching me–anything. And I know this is all in my head, but when I think I hear the words “Don’t stop”,my body instantly breaks down.

I really want to grab the comforter and cover myself, but my limbs feel like cooked pasta, and my eyes seem to have amind of their own as they begin to close, pulling me into one of the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time.

CHAPTER 8

MIA

Looking back, I really should’ve known.

How could I have not heard anything?

Was I really that knocked out?

Whatever it is that people say about “good sex causing deep sleep” must be true for masturbation as well because I had never slept harder.

With closed eyes, I could feel the sheets clinging to my skin, but I didn’t care to move an inch.

Looking back, I definitely should have.

Maybe everything would’ve been different if, instead of turning over and sleeping longer, I had just opened my eyes and gotten up. Maybe if I hadn’t been so caught up in Griffon’s games, I wouldn’t have woken up two hours later than usual—panicked, naked, and scrambling to chase the sound of a waterfall pouring through my walls.

My feet are racing faster than my mind can keep up, and before I realize it, I’m slipping. In an instant, I feel my feet fly out from under me, and my body hits the floor with a loud thud.

“Ahhh!” I scream as a sharp pain shoots through my spine. I quickly roll onto my side, trying to relieve the pressure.

But just as I begin to turn, I freeze, forgetting the throbbing ache in my back. I am drawn to a puddle rapidly spreading down the hallway, heading straight for my living room.

As my brain starts to process what’s happening, I trace the trail back to its source…

The fucking bathroom.

“OH FUCK!” I yell as the realization hits me. Adrenaline surges through me, and my body springs up to rip open the bathroom door. But I immediately regret it when I see water pouring over the sides of my toilet like a fountain.

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