And then we’re on the bed and my tongue is back in her mouth while her hand grips my cock to stroke it. I can’t help thrusting against her a few times before realizing that’s just not enough.
I flip her onto her back, planting one hand on the mattress by her head. She guides me to her entrance and when the head nudges against her wet folds, I can’t control the hiss of pleasure that escapes my mouth.
We stare at each other, and this is the point of no going back from this dangerous game we decided to play with each other.
Bringing my other hand to her face, I cup her jaw and bend down to peer at her. “I trust no one in this world more than you. Do you want me to put a condom on?”
Avril’s eyes go warm and she gives me a sweet smile. “You don’t need to with me. I trust no one more than you, so you tell me we’re good to fuck bare, we’re good to fuck bare.”
God, just hearing Avril drop the word “fuck” in that throaty, sexy way is almost unbearable. But she’s given me the all clear. No other words are needed between us, and I thrust into her with a hard punch of my hips.
Avril’s back arches, and she cries out from the invasion. Her pussy is tight, wet, and hot, and may be the best thing my dick has ever felt in its life.
It scares the shit out of me that it’s quite possibly the best pussy I’ve ever felt in my life because it’s Avril’s pussy. Because I know the woman behind this pleasure.
Avril opens her eyes and smiles at me, tilting her hips a little to encourage me to move.
Beautiful eyes.
Always thought so.
Filled with trust that what we’re doing is okay and won’t hurt us down the road.
I hope to God she’s right, because I know before I even come that things have once again changed between us.
CHAPTER 12
Avril
Dane is inside me, and I’m having a hard time processing that.
My best friend and business partner, Dane Hawthorne, is inside of me.
Fucking me.
Well, not quite fucking me yet. My hips flex up, trying to draw him in deeper, yet he just stares down at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I raise my legs to press them into his ribs.
“Nothing,” he assures me with a smile and makes a small rotation of his hips.
And oh wow… that feels amazing.
“More,” I tell him, eager to see this through to the end. I’d given this some serious damn thought over the last few days. I sat on my couch each night, drinking wine and debating the pros and cons of agreeing to a sexual relationship with my friend. I knew the outcome could be disastrous, and it was the reason I couldn’t decide right away.
But ultimately, I decided to put faith in Dane. I decided to trust our bond. Our friendship extends seventeen years, and it hasn’t all been unicorns and roses. We’ve helped each other through some tough times, and I trust that we’ll both be diligent in making sure we don’t hurt the other.
Dane still doesn’t move any more than that tiny rotation of his hips, and I press my hands to his chest. “Dane?”
His eyes roam over my face briefly before coming back to lock with mine. He gives me a smile. “You’re beautiful.”
My entire body flushes warm from the compliment, because not once in seventeen years has Dane ever said anything that intimate to me. I’ve sucked his dick, he’s eaten me out, and yet him telling me I’m beautiful cuts straight through to my heart.
I let out a quavering breath over the magnitude of what those words mean, and I’m not sure what Dane sees on my face, but he rears back a bit. Shaking his head slightly as if to clear it, he pulls out of me so suddenly I cry out from the emptiness. I think for a moment that he’s had a massive change of heart, but then he’s picking me up and tossing me back down so my head is at the foot of the bed now. He then flips me roughly to my stomach.
I barely get my bearings before he’s pulling me up by my hips to my hands and knees, and without a word of explanation, he plunges back into me from behind.
“F-u-u-u-c-k,” he groans as his pelvis presses tight to me.
I groan in response because he feels impossibly huge from this angle, and I’m stretched to capacity. My head falls forward because I feel suddenly weak as a kitten, and from the realization that Dane is now fucking me from behind right after calling me beautiful, so I know it hurts for him to look at my face.
But then my head raises because Dane’s got his hand fisted in my hair, and I gasp with surprise as I realize he’s faced us toward the large mirror on the wall above the dresser.
And there I am… arms locked tight, legs spread, and my breasts swaying with hard nipples as I stare at my reflection.
And there’s Dane, right behind me with his big muscular chest and ripped abs and his cock stuffed inside of me. Our eyes lock in the mirror, and he mutters, “Fucking beautiful.”
I’m entranced from the heat in his voice, but that quickly breaks as he brings his other hand to my hip for leverage.
Then he fucks me, and he does it without mercy. Big body heaving against me, his cock hammering my wet pussy, and hitting something very deep inside of me. My tits are jiggling, and I hate to even think of what my ass looks like from his perspective, but God help me, it feels so damn good.
“Harder,” I manage to moan through panting breaths, and I watch as Dane’s expression turns dark and fierce.
A feral smile breaks free on his gorgeous face and he gives a wickedly dangerous laugh. “That’s my girl.”
Bringing both hands to my hips, Dane pulls his length out of me in one long, slow move that’s torturous in its teasing. Before his head pops free, his fingers dig into my hips, and then he’s slamming back into me so hard the slap of our skin on each other sounds like a thunderclap.
“Shit,” I cry out because whatever he just hit inside me has been secretly protected from any other man.
Dane doesn’t take my curse to mean I’m hurt, but rather reads pleasure from it, because he does the same thing again. Long, slow withdrawal, teasing every nerve ending inside of me, then one brutal punch back in that hits that sweet spot.
I groan with each thrust.
I curse at him because it hurts so good.
I beg him not to stop.
I beg him to go faster.
He gives me nothing but that unbearably sweet withdrawal, and that ferocious invasion back inside of me. For every time he hits that spot, he’s marking his claim there.
With only a few of those powerful thrusts, my sex starts to cramp from within. I know the mother of all orgasms is starting to build within me. I need release so bad that I lift a hand to put between my legs, but Dane’s gaze on me in the mirror catches it.
“Don’t,” he barks at me, and my hand drops back down. “I’ll give it to you when I’m ready for you to have it.”
“God, Dane,” I moan pathetically as my head drops down. “You dirty, sadistic fucker.”
He chuckles even as he withdraws and slams back in, causing the flame to burn brighter in me.
Every single thrust. Every grunt he makes.
I get a little closer until I’m teetering on the edge.
And then he slows down just a little so I won’t topple over, but the flames won’t extinguish either. He keeps me on the precipice, and I can’t figure out if this is torture or just painful pleasure.