“I take it you’re not freaked out anymore?” he asks as I sit back on my heels in front of him.
“Quite the opposite.” I palm his length over his boxers.
His hand slides to the back of my head, then he dips down and captures my lips in a kiss that’s definitely more than friends.
And finally, my head flips from thinking of Colton as just my best friend from childhood to accepting the sexy, mouth-watering guy he is.
Twenty-One
Colton
Juno palming my dick is something I can definitely get used to. The vision of her cat-crawling to me wearing only a pair of black panties now has a permanent spot on the highlight reel. Her hand slides into my boxers and she grabs my dick. I groan, thrusting into her hand.
She dips her tongue into my mouth and my other hand holds her head, so she doesn’t stop what she’s doing. Her grip on me tightens, and she pumps her fist up and down my dick.
God, the noises she makes. One thing I took from our night two years ago was how loud she gets. But there’s no Kingston in the bedroom next door tonight, and each moan that slips from her lips is a sign that she’s in this moment with me.
I push one hand into her panties, stroking her slowly. Damn, she’s wet.
Eventually frantic need takes over and she manages to get my boxer briefs down my thighs. She strips her lips off mine, her fingers flowing down my chest from ridge to ridge.
“I want you,” she says, sliding to the side to grab the condom.
She must be crazy. I took the condom out for easy access, not because I want to rush tonight. I take her out from behind her knees and her back falls to the mattress before she can reach the condom.
“Hey!”
Raising one of her legs in the air, I kiss my way up from her ankle before lightly biting her inner thigh. “It’s not time yet.”
I stare at her between her legs and watch her chest rise and fall. I hook her leg over my shoulder and lick her pussy through her soaked sheer panties. Taking my index finger, I slide her panties aside, exposing her to me. She arches her back off the mattress, squirming and pressing her center closer to my mouth. I nudge her thighs open wider, teasing her with my finger, never fully inserting it as my tongue twirls her nub and I suck it into my mouth. She’s wiggling along the mattress, her tits bouncing, her breaths becoming shallower with every inhale.
I want to set a world record for how many times she comes tonight, whether it’s from my dick, tongue, or fingers.
Slowly, I push my finger into her and withdraw it, following the signs her body gives me, trying to read what she enjoys and never pushing the tempo too fast.
Her hands fall to my comforter and fist it. I watch her from between her legs, plunging another finger inside her, arching them to massage her G-spot. Our eyes lock when she inches up off the bed to watch me, then her eyes fall closed and flutter back open, her tits rising and falling with every breath.
“Oh my God,” she says, collapsing on the mattress.
She bucks against my mouth and her entire body tenses, her pussy clenching around my fingers before her hands finally release my comforter. A deep, satisfied sigh slips from her lips.
I need to get inside her right now. After grabbing the condom off the nightstand, I sit up on my knees, tearing the package open and sliding the rubber down my length. Juno’s on the pill, but I’m not going to assume she’s ready to go bare on our first night together.
I cast kisses up her stomach, over her rose tattoo, through the valley of her breasts, until I reach her mouth. “Recovered yet?”
Her eyes flicker to awareness and the smallest smile creases her lips. “Man, you have skills I should’ve been taking advantage of a long time ago.”
“Don’t worry, you have plenty of time now.” I kiss the corner of her lips. I don’t want us to relive regrets of time wasted because all I care about now is our future.
The tip of my cock hits her center and she moans, widening her legs. Her arms wrap around my body and she gasps when our bare chests press together. I push inside her, and her fingers fiddle with my hair, playing leisurely. I think she’s enjoying the slow pace I’m setting.
“I hope you’re ready to be sore tomorrow,” I say before my tongue slips into her mouth.
I’m not interested in her answer. Her legs wrapping around my waist is answer enough that she’s on board.
I’ve been in this exact position with Juno before—when we were drunk. That night it was more about the destination than the journey, but tonight is all about the journey. My hands push her hair out of her face while my lips sprinkle kisses on any skin I can reach while still being buried deep inside her. My pace increases as her heels press into my calves and incoherent words tumble out of her mouth.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I say.
Her hands move to my shoulder blades, her fingers digging into my muscles. “Don’t stop.”
She arches her neck and my mouth devours the skin like a starved man, sucking and nipping. Her hips rise to meet mine and I thrust into her, my hands unable to stop touching her silky skin.
I can’t believe how fast she went from Juno my friend, to Juno my lover. I love her. I always have, but in this bed, I know that everything we were before tonight will never compare to what we’ll be. A fire sparks in me, and I bury my head in Juno’s neck, thrusting over and over, chasing my own pleasure.
“I’m coming,” she pants in my ear. Her fingernails dig hard into my shoulder blades.
I don’t increase my pace, waiting for her to clench around me before I chase my own orgasm. As if on cue, her thighs tighten around my waist and she cries out in my ear, singing my praises. I thrust harder into her until a million asteroids break apart into little stars behind my eyelids and I empty myself inside her.
The weight of my body falls on top of her and I have never felt this at peace.
Rising up on my elbows, I stare at her. Her skin is flushed and she’s still catching her breath. “Still weird?”
She hits my back. “Turns out I quite like your penis.”
I kiss her lips. “Can we please stop calling it my penis now?”
“Do you want me to come up with a name for it?”
I pull out of her, and sure enough, I’m still at half-mast, almost ready to go again. “I was thinking more just cock or dick.”
I sit up and she stretches her arms over her head. Her naked body is still bare for me to worship. “I feel like you want me to name it Anaconda or something.”
“We could just go with Boss.” I laugh, heading into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When I come back, Juno’s digging through my drawer for a T-shirt. She pulls one out and moves to my shorts drawer. We’re so comfortable together, how will we keep this dating stage new and exciting?
I sit on the edge of the bed, admiring her ass as she’s bent over. She turns around and I put my arms out for her to come to me. She does. Hopefully, this is a good sign that she’s over being uncomfortable with the idea of us being naked together.
“Do you want a shirt?” She holds out the one she already has in her hands.
“No. You can wear my shirt, but I’ll take the shorts.”
“Let me grab you a pair.”