“Holy shit.” Slowly, Griffin unclenched his hands from my legs. He reached down to hold the condom and eased free of me. I flinched as he left my sensitive asshole, and he reached between us and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my stretched rim in firm circles.
I’d forgotten how he used to do that, easing the twitch and strain that came with being empty. For no good reason, tears prickled in my eyes but I blinked them away. “That was so fucking good.”
He kept rubbing my ass with a comforting touch, his gaze fixed on my face. “I’d forgotten what real sex can feel like.”
“Real? You can’t tell me you haven’t done anal in twenty years.”
“Not real like anal, real like when it means something.”
“Oh.” My brain short-circuited on that.
Griffin grabbed a handful of tissues, wrapped and ditched the condom and wiped us up a bit, then helped me ease my twitching legs down the bed and curled up, tucked in tight to my side.
“I think you broke me,” I murmured. “I still can’t feel my toes.”
“But what a way to go.” Griffin brushed a kiss on my shoulder.
I turned away and let him pull me into the little spoon. It’d been so long since I felt someone was taking care of me, my ridiculous eyes welled up again. Luckily Griffin couldn’t see frombehind my back. I pressed his arm to my chest. He set his other hand on my stomach and for once I didn’t worry about what he was noticing, just let the warmth of his palm soak into my skin.
We drifted. Griffin’s breath slowed and coarsened, then he shook his head, his chin rasping the back of my neck. “I’m going to fall asleep if we don’t get up.”
Would that be so bad?
“I’d ask you to stay, but I assume you have to get up for work tomorrow.”
“Yeah, fuck.” I needed clean scrubs and half a dozen other things from home.
Griffin sat up and leaned over to kiss me. “Let’s clean up and watch a movie. Something short. And then maybe there’ll be time for me to blow you before you have to leave.”
So we did that.
When I got home, my body still humming from watching Griffin wrap his lips around my dick, I found Mom in the living room. At least, she wasn’t up doomscrolling or drinking her fifth cup of coffee. This time she’d fallen asleep, looking peaceful slumped in the corner of the couch with Willow on her lap.
I’d have left her there, but she was going to get a horrific crick in her neck. I went and knelt beside her. “Hey, Mom.” I touched her arm gently, then a little harder. “Bedtime, Mom.”
She woke with a start, a hand flailing. Willow meowed and jumped down. Mom immediately sat up, reaching for her. “Willow, sweetheart, sorry.”
The cat paced off toward the kitchen and her food bowl, twitching her tail.
“Oh dear,” Mom said. “I’ve offended her.”
“Don’t worry, food will fix that.” I straightened. “Come on, it’s past our bedtimes.”
Mom let me give her a boost to her feet, then peered up at me. “Did you have a nice date?”
“Yeah, it was good,” I replied before realizing I hadn’t refuted the worddate. With the wide smile stretching my cheeks, it was probably too late anyway.
Mom patted my arm. “I’m glad. You deserve to have fun.” She headed toward her bedroom, calling back from the doorway, “By the way, you have something in your beard.”
I flinched, realizing my quick cleanup had clearly not been enough. “Mom! Ew! You didn’t have to say so.”
Her cackle of laughter as she disappeared down the hall was a sound I’d almost forgotten she could make.
Willow reappeared by the kitchen, meowing louder and rubbing against the doorframe.
“What, Your Majesty?” I asked, heading her way. “Is there a square centimeter of empty bowl showing under your kibble?” But as I reached her, and bent to pet her head, I told her, “Thanks for keeping Mom company. You deserve the best tuna treats tonight.”
Willow butted my hand, then turned to lead me to where that travesty of a fractionally empty bowl was waiting.
