I don’t know what the hell I did, but it must’ve been a hell of a doozy to piss off the big man upstairs and get tortured like this.
“This is so fuckin’ awkward,” I mutter under my breath.
She shifts, rising up to straddle me before lowering herself down. Right over my dick that’s clearly jonesing for action since he hasn’t seen any since Charlotte and I broke things off. And it’s not for a lack of offers. Guess I’m old-fashioned, but I want to be with someone I actually care about and like. Someone I want to spend time with.
It doesn’t mean it makes my dick happy, but that’s too damn bad.
“Ohhh…”
Yep. She’s realized exactly what I’m packing. These pants don’t disguise much, and the boxers she has on aren’t much of a barrier either.
She rocks her hips experimentally, ripping a pained sound from my throat, and she immediately stops. I mash my lips together and close my eyes.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head.
“Can I…do it again? Because it feels good”—her palms flatten against the hard wall of my chest, her voice catching slightly when she grinds against me—“when I do that.”
Shit, shit, shit. Without thinking, I find my hands gripping her hips. I keep my eyes closed, and it’s dumb, but a part of me rationalizes that if I keep them closed, this isn’t real.
That I’m not doing anything wrong. That we’re not crossing some line.
When I tighten my hold on her, guiding her to work herself against me while I give a shallow thrust upward, that little hitch in her breathing sends a surge of heat flicking through my veins. “Make sure you’re gettin’ your clit.”
There’s no mistaking the breathlessness in her tone now. “I am.”
My voice is low, gravelly. “One sign you’re doin’ it right is when you’re wet.”
Now, she’s moving on her own, to her own rhythm, without my guidance. I slip my fingertips beneath the waistband of the boxers she rolled down a few times and graze my thumbs against her hip bones. God, her skin is so damn soft.
“I’m—” She breaks off, her breathing choppy. “I’m really wet.”
Hearing her say it makes my cock leak at the tip, wetting my pants to combine with the slight dampness from her. I wish there were more light so I could see those cotton boxers. Wish I could see the spot of wetness from her pussy.
Fuck. I roll my hips, pressing my cock harder against her, and she gasps. Her movements are more frantic now, and I know what she’s chasing.
“It’s…”
“I know.” My whisper is ragged. “Keep goin’. Make yourself come hard.”
Shit. My balls tighten, a pressure building as a tingling spreads through me.
“Oh, Hollis.” The way she whimpers my name has me gritting my teeth to hold back. No way in hell will I get off before her.
Without thinking, I slide one hand up beneath the front of her shirt. When I find her braless, I can’t resist running the pad of my thumb over her hard nipple. She instantly arches into my touch, continuing to work herself over me.
Her nipple feels perfectly puckered, and I’m dying to get my mouth on it. To suck on it while she rides me hard.
Magnolia suddenly shifts. My eyes squint open—I’m equal parts scared shitless that this is only a dream and also that it’s not. That I’m doing the worst thing I could possibly take part in. That I’m betraying my best friend by taking advantage of her.
She sheds her shirt, letting it drop to the floor, and fuck me. The faint light on her body… She’s just perfect.
I jerk upright, bending at the waist. Cupping the weight of one breast in my hand, I latch onto her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth. When I flick my tongue against the hardened tip, her faint cry of my name urges me on. One of her hands clenches my shoulder in a near death grip while the other cups the back of my head, as if to prevent me from stopping.
No way in hell anyone could make me stop. She tastes so fucking good.
I move to her other nipple while I palm her firm ass cheek, urging her on. The front of my pants is damp, and I’m dying to tear everything away and have her sink down on me. To bury myself deep inside her.
“Fuck, Magnolia.” I groan the words against her skin, then flick the tip of her nipple again with my tongue. Her tortured-sounding moan urges me on. “I need you to come, baby girl. I don’t wanna come without you.”
The clench of her hand on my shoulder tightens, and her breathing turns even more ragged, telling me she’s close.
“What do you need?” I toy with her nipple, laving it before circling the areola and repeating. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“I…” She falters, and I sense the hesitation even through the thick fog of arousal hanging over me.
“Tell me.”
When she answers, her voice is so faint, I strain to hear her. “A kis—”
She doesn’t finish because I grip her ponytail in my fist and fit my mouth to hers, mindless to being gentle. The kiss is hungry. Explosive. Desperate. Wet. My tongue darts inside to toy with hers, and her ragged moan gets lost in the mix. I can’t seem to get enough.
Finally, I retreat slightly to catch her bottom lip between my teeth and gently tug on it. I can’t help myself. My voice is hoarse, heavy with lust. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
That’s the instant she explodes.
“Hollis.” My name comes out as a shaky whimper, laced with a sense of both wonder and surprise. She fastens her lips to mine, her scream muted by mouth as she comes.
The damp heat from her body has me mindless to anything but the feel of her beneath my palms and the weight of her on top of me. The way she moans while I kiss her and work her over my hard cock.
One more deep thrust against her is all it takes before every muscle in my body goes rigid and I jerk, my cock pulsing and shooting in hot spurts. “Fuuuck.”
She breaks the kiss, breathing ragged like my own, and slumps against me. I lean back to lie flat with her sprawled out on top of me. Smoothing back stray strands of her hair from her face, I lightly trace slow circles over her bare back. My heart thunders in my chest, taking its damn time to slow down.
Our breathing is the only sound in the quiet room. With her cheek pressed to my chest, she moves, and it’s almost like she’s nuzzling me.
“Hollis?” Her barely audible whisper causes every muscle in my body to tense. I’m honestly not ready to let reality intrude just yet.
I draw in a slow breath and close my eyes to concentrate on everything at this moment. I may only be a college freshman, but I know enough to realize that what just happened wasn’t something casual.
At least not for me.
“Gotta get cleaned up.” I slide off the bed and rush to grab another pair of pajama pants before darting into the bathroom to clean up and change.
The entire time, I’m internally laying into myself.
Dammit. What have I done?
Magnolia Barton is and has been my best friend for years, but there’s something between us that hints at more being possible. We have a spark.
No, that’s not right. It’s more like a lit match to kerosene. Hot as hell.
But maybe she doesn’t feel it. Not only that, but just because this happened doesn’t mean she feels anything for me aside from just needing a body tonight. She’s never once implied she feels something for me—something more than friends. Plus, she’s been drinking tonight.