Page 35 of Beyond The Break

I watch as his lips part, revealing his bright teeth, before his tongue glides along his bottom lip in a slow, torturous, motion. Why do I find that so damn hot? It’s enough for my body temperature to spice twenty degrees, causing a bead of sweat to roll down my spine.

“Oh yeah,” Maliah mumbles, loading up her fork with salad, “he definitely has a crush on her.”

I slowly swallow past the mashed potatoes and focus my eyes on my plate of food for the rest of dinner. Maliah and Kairi continue to whisper with each other about whether Griffincould possibly like me, and I can’t listen without thinking about my encounter with him in the bathroom. The memory has the tips of my ears turning pink.

The house issilent as I glance at the time on my phone.

1:15 a.m.

Everyone should be asleep by now because the team’s first competition since I’ve joined the team is tomorrow. Hell, I should be asleep right now too, but I can’t stop thinking about what Griffin said in the bathroom earlier.

You should know what you like before you let anyone else try and figure it out.

My cheeks grow warm as I recall the heated expression he had as his eyes traveled over my body. A warmth begins to spread between my legs at the thought. He’s right. I should know my body better than anyone. How can I expect a partner to please me if I don’t even know what I like? It’s time I find out.

I place my phone on my nightstand and tiptoe to my bedroom door, quietly opening it and popping my head out into the hallway. All the lights are off and I don’t see any glow coming from underneath the room doors, confirming that everyone should be asleep for the night.

I quietly close my door, locking it behind me before I tiptoe to my bed, careful to avoid any creaky floorboards. As I climb under my warm comforter, I stare up at the ceiling, wondering where to start.

This is one of those moments when having a best friend is necessary. I think back to conversations with my ex-best friend, Alex.

Start with one finger and then when you feel ready, move on to two. Oh, and don’t forget to play with the sensitive part.

Her words echo in my mind as I build up the courage to try. I slowly slide my hand under the waistband of my avocado print pajama bottoms, and I’m met with warm wetness.

Moving my hand in slow circular motions, I tease my clit as my thoughts wander back to Griffin. It’s not that I want to necessarily be thinking of him in a moment like this, but he hasn’t left my thoughts all night and I find it too difficult to try and think about something else.

Might as well make use of him invading my mind.

I close my eyes, imagining that it’s him touching me instead, teasing my body with his fingers, an image of his veiny arms popping into my mind. Ugh…those arms. I know he would take his time acquainting himself with my body, my moans, and breathless whimpers. Learning how and where I like to be touched.

I drag my hand back and forth from my wet entrance, using my arousal to slicken my needy clit. I slide a finger inside, pumping slowly, but I replace the image with Griffin.

Heis the one pushing his finger in and out of my tight pussy.

Heis the one inserting another, soaking them both to the knuckle, as his fingers hit my G-spot at the perfect angle.

My stomach muscles contract with every thrust of my –- no,his– fingers. I clutch onto the sheet beneath me with my other hand, my breath coming out in quick puffs, as I work myself towards release.

Almost there, sunshine.I imagine him saying in a rough voice.

“Fuck.”

It’s enough to push me over the edge as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body and I don’t stop thrusting my fingers in and out until I’m trembling too much and whimpering too loudly to keep a steady pace.

“Holy shit,” I whisper breathlessly as I slowly remove my fingers and blink up at the ceiling, face flushed.

My blood pumps loudly, the roaring sound of it filling my ears as my heart pounds against my chest. This is what I’ve been missing out on? It’s not like I haven’t thought about doing it. In fact, I’ve thought about it many times. But I always managed to talk myself out of it, convincing myself it would hurt instead of feel anything remotely close to what I just felt.

I close my eyes and don’t even try to stop the satisfied smile from creeping onto my face, feeling sated and ready for bed. But the feeling quickly fades as I realize I just came to the thought of Griffin. It doesn’t have to mean anything though, does it?

You like him.Do I?

Would that be so bad?

It would be horrible. How could I possible like someone who has been rooting for my failure? Before I can convince myself that I don’t have feelings for him, a knock at my bedroom door has my eyes flying open abruptly and my body shooting out of my bed.

“Eliana, are you still awake?” Griffin’s muffled voice comes from the other side of the door.

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