“Manned up?” She rams her fist into my shoulder.
I wince and bark out a pained laugh. She’s stronger than she appears to be. “You know what I mean. You took one for the team. Helped a guy out, even if I never got to second base with Eliza. Shit, I never got to first base on that date.”
“Well, you ignored her to call me.”
“So I wouldn’t get distracted and bail. I got there eventually. What base does leg humping fall under?”
Emerson shakes her head and ignores my question. “Yeah well you owe me and I’m cashing in.”
“What do you want?” I narrow my eyes, my hands resuming their exploration of her breasts.
“I had a date today.” She shivers as I brush my thumb across her nipple.
“I’m aware.” Stupid fucking Austin’s going to cost me a lot of money. “And what does this have to do with me?” I ask, caressing the other one, watching as they harden and peak.
“Well, I let you practice on me, so I think it’s only fair you return the favor.” She pushes up until she’s resting on her elbows shoving her breasts further into my hands. I squeeze.
“You want to play with my dick?”
He is standing at full attention now.
“What? No. I don’t want to play with...” She waves her hand toward my crotch before her eyes widen and she stares at my hard-on, visible in my basketball shorts. “That. Yet. Jesus, does that get uncomfortable? It looks like it would get in the way.”
“You have no idea.” I adjust myself to make it less noticeable. “So, if you don’t want to touch my dick... Wait, yet?”
“Focus.”
“I’ve never been so focused in my life. You don’t want to touch my dick...yet.”
“Colt.” She hums as I rub my thumb around her nipple. “Hear me out.”
“I’m listening.”
“I haven’t kissed someone. I’m almost twenty years old and my lipginity is still intact. You’re still a virgin for reasons unknown.”
I shrug and laugh it off. I’d like to figure that out too but whatever. “I haven’t kissed anyone either.” I point out.
“But at least you try to get laid.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Perks of being a fucking star shooting guard. There’s always someone willing to try.” Even if it doesn’t work, and I can never get it up. I’ve mastered the lie ‘this has never happened to me before’.
She purses her lips.
“I sense you have more to say,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes. “No shit. I thought maybe we could practice on each other?”
“I don’t need to practice getting laid. I have plenty of opportunity, as we’ve established. But, I mean, if you want to have sex, all you have to do is ask.”
It’s probably not ideal to bang your best friend when you live together. But I’d have to be blind not to appreciate how hot Em is. I’d have to be stupid to turn her down.
“No. I want you to kiss me.”
I stare at her. Her green eyes twinkle, a spark of hope lights her face, but it’s her lips I’m focused on. Full, soft, pink. Kissable. But...
“No.”
I can’t do it.
“Please?”
“Em, we’ve had this conversation before. Many times. Daily. I’m not kissing you.”
“You owe me.”
“I’ll give you anything else but that.”
“Please.”
“Does this have to do with Austin?”
She ignores my question. “Take my lipginity.” She rubs her thumb across her parted lips and sighs dramatically. “These lips are virgins, Colt. They’ve never kissed anything other than the back of my hand.”
“You practice on your hand?” My eyebrows shoot up and I snort back a laugh. Such a girl thing to do.
“Not the point.” She rolls her eyes and pushes herself up to a sitting position. “Teach me.”
“No.”
Em shoves me in the chest so I fall sideways on the bed and roll on my back. “I’m not teaching you.”
“Come on. I’m begging you now.” She pleads with me. Though she’s aware I don’t kiss girls, I’ve never told her why. It’s this weird thing I have. Something that’s always stuck in my mind.
Sex is nothing.
There’s no emotion, no desire, no connection. Probably why I’ve failed every time I’ve tried to get laid. I don’t get hard. It’s like my dick gets stage fright every time. I don’t get any complaints though, because I’m the star shooting guard. They don’t even complain when I walk out in the middle of a blow job.
It means that I have to go home and jack off in the shower, though, when my dick suddenly springs to life.
Blue balls are more painful than that time I broke my arm.
Sex is nothing.
But kissing? Kissing is intimate and something I’ll only do with the right person.
“Kiss me?” Hooking her leg over mine, she straddles my waist and leans down so her face is inches from mine. The simple action causing my dick to press firmly against the warm softness between her thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“No.” I place my hands on her legs to push her off me.
Big mistake.
The weight of her sliding along my hardness makes me impossibly harder.
Emerson gasps and glances down between us. Her eyebrows pull together and she bites her bottom lip.
I pull her forward eliciting a breathy sigh from her, and a groan from me. The sensation intensifies like an electric current. Desire builds.
She brings her eyes back up to mine and whispers, “Kiss me.”
“No.” I slide her back again.
“You’re a terrible friend.” Her eyes close and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as I pull her forward once more.
“Fuck. Don’t care.” A shiver runs down my spine.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. Her warmth, her softness, the slightest twist of her hips causing my dick to throb with each movement.
“Colt,” she breathes my name and I release my grip on her thighs expecting her to tell me to stop.
I should stop.
I need to stop. But Emerson shakes her head and pushes her hips backwards again. “Don’t stop.”
My hands find her thighs again, my fingers slipping under the hem of her sleep shorts as I slide her along my cock again. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but I can’t stop. I’ve never been so hard in my life, so turned on, so hot.
Letting her go for a moment, I pull my shirt up and over my head all the while she keeps a steady rhythm with her hips, moving herself back and forth along my length, giving her hips a little twist every time the head of my cock hits her center.
“Kiss me,” she pleads, her head falling back as her eyes close.
I push myself up, so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor.
Em gasps and grips my shoulders to stop herself from falling as my hands circle her back and dip into the waistband of her shorts. I pull her forward and push her back again.
“No.”
She moans, her tongue tracing her top lip as we grind our hips together. The only barriers between us are her silk sleep shorts and my basketball shorts.