“You watch your best friend eat your pussy,” he continues. “Just the way I watched you suck my dick. You watch and you be okay with it like you promised.”
“Dane,” I say again softly, but this time, it’s with apology for the mess I’ve created.
“Just watch,” he says more fiercely. “You opened this door, I walked in, and, apparently, I’m not walking back out. So just watch.”
His last few words come out almost as a plea if I’m reading him right, and because he’s my best friend and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him, I can only nod my acquiescence.
“Good,” he murmurs just before pressing his lips to my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan as my hips jerk from the sensation. Dane releases his grip on my shirt and before I can fall back, I plant my elbows into the desk so I can stay tilted enough to watch him.
The pleasure is beyond intense and because I’m so worked up by Dane’s aggressiveness, I can feel an orgasm already starting to bubble.
I have no control over my body and my hips start flexing to meet his tongue, writhing desperately for more contact from him. He won’t give it to me, though, moving his mouth and lips to deny me more than the soft licks and sucks he’s giving me.
“Please,” I beg him for more.
Instead, he pulls his mouth away and his eyes come to mine. “Christ… what are we doing?”
I blink in surprise over his moment of doubt when he’d just been so sure. Before I can say anything though, he shakes his head and mutters, “Never mind. We’re doing what feels good.”
And then he dives back down, and this time I don’t have to move an inch to get more contact. He attacks me with purpose, and that’s to get me off hard and fast.
I’m caught in a maelstrom, my brain warring with my body. I know Dane is right there with me, yet there’s no hesitation in him right now. He devours me whole with his mouth, works my clit magically with his tongue, and when he presses two fingers inside of me, my hips shoot up as my back arches with pleasure. The orgasm thunders through me, and I bite down hard on my lower lip so I don’t scream. It doesn’t stop the long, low moan that filters through my teeth, and Dane groans in response to me.
He lifts his head to look at me, the expression on his face somber and defiant. “I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“Why should you?” I retort harshly, because I also detect a bit of admonition in his tone as if I caused all of this. “I just came spectacularly.”
Dane gives a sigh as he stands and stares down at me. I feel completely vulnerable with my skirt around my hips and my legs spread wide before him. So, I push at his chest for him to back up, and I slide off the desk. Dane turns from me as I manage to awkwardly get my underwear on and push my skirt back down. I have to tuck my shirt back in, wondering how presentable I actually look. Will I pass muster when I walk by his secretary on the way out?
I head for the door, but I’m stopped with Dane’s hand on my elbow.
Looking over my shoulder at him, I merely cock an eyebrow.
He sighs again and pulls on my arm so I’m forced to turn and look at him.
“I’m sorry,” he says gently, and every bit of fight and tension seeps out of my body.
There’s no hesitation. I merely step into his body and wrap my arms around him. Dane’s never been one for hugs and cuddles, but to my surprise, he reciprocates. It’s the easy hug of a friend—albeit most friends don’t press their erections into your belly.
I try to ignore that, though, and ask him, “Are we going to be okay?”
Dane gives me a squeeze before pulling back so I’m forced to look up at him. “I don’t regret that. Or what we did two nights ago. I wanted it badly, and it was better than I could have imagined. It’s just sex though, Avril. And you’re the one who wouldn’t look me in the eye today, so maybe you’re the one who needs to figure out if we’re going to be okay.”
Turning inward, I focus in on the feeling low in my gut. Yes, there’s an uneasiness, but when I truly reach deep, I don’t feel regret.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, keeping my eyes locked on his so he knows it’s the truth. “No regrets.”
“And going forward?” he prompts, which causes me to pull back slightly from him.
“I hadn’t thought that far,” I admit. “What would this be? Friends with benefits?”
“Best friends with benefits,” he clarifies with a wry smile.
Even though Dane just gave me one of the biggest, strongest, and longest orgasms of my life and my body is telling me to accept, I have to pause. It’s one thing to prowl The Wicked Horse to indulge in all my fantasies in a guilt free, leave-it-all-behind-when-I-walk-out-the-door kind of way, but can I really do that with Dane?
I already love him as my best friend and the risk is that I would end up loving him as something more. It’s a huge risk because Dane isn’t built to love back so completely.
His mom died in childbirth. After five years of living with a drug addict father who neglected him, he was placed into the foster care system. As such, Dane is a solitary man. He has trust and abandonment issues. He’s thirty-nine years old and has never once been in a committed relationship. If I fell for him, it would not be returned.
The question is, can I prevent myself from falling for him…
“Let me think about it,” I tell him.
“Of course,” he responds almost politely, but what he’s really conveying is there are no hard feelings if I can’t go forward with this.
CHAPTER 11
Dane
“Another round?” the bartender asks and I nod, taking my wallet out. While he moves to get three cheap draft beers for us, I look over my shoulder at Andrew and Avril joking and laughing with each other. My gaze scans the interior of the dive bar we decided to come to tonight as the nostalgia was running high. Avril, Andrew, and I had been invited by our alma mater to speak to an entrepreneurial faculty board on how to develop and support students.
Rather than fly back to Vegas, the three of us decided to take an afternoon off to walk around campus, meet up with some old professors, and to have a few beers at one of our favorite haunts. We’ve been here a few hours now, and it’s a bit of a transport back in time. We haven’t discussed work, but reminisced about the good times the three of us had while going to college.
It’s like it always used to be, yet it’s not.
Not when I’m looking at Avril differently these days.
She told me three days ago she wanted to think about our sexual future together, and I gladly afforded her the time. Avril knows what no-holds-barred sex is like now, with the freedom to indulge without any guilt or consequences. Whether she can continue that with me remains still to be seen.
And while I’m not pushing her for an answer, I’ve been hopeful she’d decide soon so I can either press forward with getting to know every inch of her body, or I can go back to the way things were. I’ve been to The Wicked Horse every night since I ate her pussy on my desk, waiting to see if she’d show. I spent most of the time in The Apartment playing poker and watching the video feeds.