I slide my hands up Em’s back, lifting her shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor with mine.
“Kiss me.” She leans back, resting her hands on the top of my knees as she rocks into me, over and over. She won’t let it go.
My mouth is dry, and my breaths are coming hard and fast. My eyes travel from her face, down her body, over her tits hidden from view by her bra, across her flat stomach to the center of her thighs.
She’s coming undone and I’ve never seen anything hotter.
“No,” I whisper, leaning forward and licking the column of her throat.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it but with her head tipped back I can’t resist.
Em groans, and the sound sends a shot of pleasure down my spine. I want to hear it again, so I trace my tongue back down her throat and over her collarbone.
She straightens up. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and pulls it off. Her eyes never leaving mine. She presses her lips together in a hard line almost as though she is unsure if she went too far.
Not possible.
I ache with desire to touch her. I want to strip her naked and bury myself in her. And I could. My dick sure as hell isn’t shy around Em.
My hands find their way to her tits. I’ve touched them before, seen them before, but only when they were hidden by her bra. Cupping each of them in my hands, I squeeze and massage the soft supple skin, tracing my thumbs over the pink of her nipples as they harden more.
Em’s lips part and her breath comes out in small pants.
“Dammit it, Colt.” Her eyes roll as I pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger.
“Like that?” I ask and Emerson moans in response.
“So much.”
I’ve never done this with anyone else before. My sexual experience is limited to a few gropes in the utility closet, backseat of the car, under the bleachers at a football game. Sometimes they’ll try to give my dick mouth to mouth, try to coax it to life. But clothes don’t come off.
The way Em responds and reacts to every movement of my hips, every brush of my hands, has me wanting to explore more. Explore every inch of her body, touch every inch. Learn what makes her quiver and tremble.
I want to make her scream.
Fuck.
It’s getting out of hand.
I should stop.
We’re friends, and friends don’t do this.
But as Em rolls her hips against mine, and with every sigh, every moan, every time her nails dig into the skin on my thighs, I want to see this through.
I want to make her come.
I ache for it, more than my next breath.
Squeezing her breasts more and lifting them up, I lower my head, raising my eyes to hers at the last moment.
Her bright green eyes are so dark, almost black and heavy lidded. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession as she focuses on my every move, her hips still sliding back and forth, circling my dick over and over.
“Kiss me.”
I grin at her and her eyes widen right before I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around her nipple. Our gazes lock as I lick the pink bud, flicking my tongue over the tip while pinching and rolling the other between my fingers.
Em moans and lets her head fall back.
Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck it into my mouth, my teeth grazing her soft skin as my tongue continues its assault.
“Colt.” Emerson’s fingers thread into my hair and pull my head back, forcing me to release her nipple.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t forget the other one.” She pulls me back, guiding my mouth to her other breast which I take into my mouth, too, giving it the same care and attention as the other.
Her hips rock back and forth, faster and harder. Her fingers dig into my skull, pulling on my hair at the roots until there is a biting pain on my scalp. Pleasure shoots through me.
Jesus.
Who knew hair pulling could be so fucking good?
“Colt, I... This is... ahh. I... Mmm. I.” Emerson arches against me as my teeth graze her nipple. Our hips move faster, harder, picking up speed until Emerson leans into me, crying out as her body trembles and shakes. Her hips grinding chaotically while her arms hold my face to her breasts. My eyes dart up to hers and she meets my stare as her eyes glaze over and mouth drops open. Her body falling limply against mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting my hips, rubbing myself against her wet heat. I’m so close. I grip her hips tighter, sure my nails will leave marks on her skin, but it isn’t enough. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I shift on the bed, flipping us over and dropping Em on her back before bringing my body down over her.
Her hands trail lazily up and down my spine as I drive my hips into hers, grinding my cock against her. The heat from her body, her breasts pressing against my chest and the satisfied smile on her face is my undoing.
Heat, pleasure builds in my spine, traveling lower until my body succumbs to Emerson, the soft moans escaping her lips, the light twist of her hips. Electricity shoots through me, my body tightening and tensing as a ripple like I’ve never experienced before radiates through me and warm streams of come shoot into my shorts. I thrust against Em a few more times and collapse on top of her, absolutely spent.
It’s a few minutes before I can find words, let alone breathe.
“I’ll steal your first orgasm, but I’m not stealing your first kiss,” I mumble into her neck, dragging my teeth along the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder.
She chuckles. “How do you know it’s my first?”
“Because I know you. You can’t get past one date and you’re still a lipgin,” I deadpan, resting my weight on my elbows, unable to move yet.
“Fair point, but how do you know I’ve not given myself one?”
“Have you?” I pull back slightly to study her face.
“No.” Her nose screws up and she shakes her head. “But I might start now I know what I’ve been missing out on.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and recite basketball stats to rid my thoughts of Emerson lying in our bed touching herself.
“You won’t need to.”
“Why is that?”
“Because we are so doing this again,” I say.
“Promise? Because that was fun.” She sighs and stretches out her body underneath mine.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groan again, pushing myself up and looking down at her. She arches an eyebrow. “You made me come in my fucking shorts. No one’s done that before.”
And I’m getting hard again.
“You’re welcome.” She laughs and wriggles her hips against mine.
“I need to clean up. I’m sticky as shit right now.” I stand and glance down at Emerson, waiting for the moment she realizes what we did crosses the friendship line.
Not that I care. I can go on like it never happened, but I don’t want to cause Em embarrassment, or for things to get weird between us.
But it doesn’t happen. She smiles up at me and stretches again before pulling the covers back and climbing into bed as if nothing happened.
Fucking awesome.
12
Emerson
The weeks fly by. I woke up the morning after Colt and I banged with our clothes on, as he referred to it, with a new outlook on life. I was refreshed, relaxed and better than ever, going so far as going for a jog with him that morning.