Page 58 of My Best Friend's Sister

T H I R T Y

- Quinn -

We were quiet on our Uber ride home, a heavy anticipation settling in the air around us as we zipped along Lake Shore Drive. I scooted over beside Maddy and draped my hand over her smooth knee, my chest relaxing with relief. Keeping my hands to myself all night had been more difficult than I expected.

When we stepped into the elevator, the silence between us was louder than a freight train, but the flush of her tipsy cheeks and the silky sheen of her soft brown hair had me too tongue tied to do anything about it.

“Thanks for a lovely evening,” she said finally, our doggy bag dangling from one of her fingers as she leaned her shoulders against the wall, her back arching gently around the handrail behind her in a way I found impossible to ignore.

I stepped up to her and smoothed my hands over her hips, the blue fabric of her dress soft against my fingertips as I slid them down to where the hem cut across her thighs. “Anytime,” I said, surprised by how much I meant it. I couldn’t remember ever enjoying a woman’s company so much. She was quick to smile, to laugh, to blush, and it felt like she was really with me in the moment, unlike other women, who constantly checked their phones or chose topics of conversation that made my eyes glaze over. Maddy was different, better. And I wanted all of her, all for myself.

Her breath shallowed at my proximity, and her eyes fell to my lips for a few seconds before we were interrupted by the ding of the opening elevator. I dropped my forehead against hers and pressed my aching need against her stomach, our breath mingling until the doors threatened to close again.

I lunged for the gap and forced them back open before catching a glimpse of the mischievous side eye she shot me as she passed by and started down the hall. My gaze dropped to the feminine curve of her hips, and I imagined how they would rock if she was riding me, imagined how I would take her breasts in my mouth and pull her hair, how she would pour over me with my name on her glossy lips.

“Were you checking me out?” she asked, catching me in my reverie as she reached our door.

“No,” I said, feigning a calmness I didn’t feel in my adrenaline-charged state. “Just trying to decide where I’m going to kiss you first.”

The pink of her cheeks deepened, and she cast her eyes towards the door, a shallow smile curving her lips as she slid her key in the lock. When she stepped inside, I swallowed hard before following, knowing the next time I touched her was going to change everything.

Once she’d kicked off her heels, Maddy headed to the fridge with our doggie bag, and I watched her place the little white cartons on the top shelf as I closed the front door, my pulse jumping when I heard the latch click. Then I walked over and grabbed her hips again, pulling her round ass against my aching bulge as I buried my face in the soft hair beside her ear. “Maddy,” I whispered, curling my fingertips around the bottom edge of her dress.

“Yes?” she breathed, her body still as a startled fawn’s.

“You do realize I have to check if you’re actually wearing panties.”

She spun around to face me, her eyes dark as she leaned back against the counter. “You don’t believe me?”

“I want to,” I said, slowly dragging her dress up her thighs. “I really do.” When her dress was bunched around the roundest part of her ass, I slid a hand over her mound and exhaled. Her lips fell apart as I curled a finger towards me, dragging it through her warm folds only to discover she was already drenched. A pained expression furrowed my brow. “Christ, woman. How are you this wet?”

A bashful guilt washed across her face like she was embarrassed by the question, and instead of answering, she kissed me, her lips crashing against mine like she’d been holding back all night. I kissed her back with equal fervor, and when I opened her mouth with my tongue, I felt her gush against my fingertips. My insides fired at her body’s undeniable invitation, and I forced two fingers inside her, determined not to let a drop of her desire go to waste.

She trembled at the first turn of my wrist, grabbing my shoulders to stay upright while she whimpered in my mouth. She tasted sweet, like blackcurrant syrup, and she kissed me back with a hunger that made me hard, a hunger that told me she wanted this as bad as I did.

The next time she quivered, I scooped her up and carried her over to the long leather couch, the cool air on my wet fingers a sharp reminder of how much I longed to be inside her. I laid her across the cushions and stood back, feeling sexually charged from head to toe as I looked down at her. My gaze wandered to the inviting warmth between her thighs as I threw my jacket on the coffee table, tore my shirt off over my head, and reached for my belt.

She nibbled her bottom lip as she watched me undress, and I suppose if I hadn’t been in such a hurry to feel her skin against mine, I could’ve spiced things up with a more elaborate striptease. She didn’t seem to mind, though, and when I kicked my shoes off and started to pull my pants down, she crossed her arms over her body and wiggled her dress off over her head.

By the time I kicked my suit pants to the side, she was lying across the black couch in nothing but a flesh-colored bra with a little bow on it, which floated weightlessly between her perfect tits, her hourglass body stretched before me. Then again, you can’t drink from an hourglass, so I suppose it would be more accurate to say she looked like an upside-down chalice.

I set a knee on the edge of the couch before lowering myself down carefully, my lips landing on hers before I let the warm flesh of our chests and legs meet. She tangled her fingers in my hair as she opened her mouth to me, and I kissed her until my cock grew so heavy it ached. I dragged my lips down her cheekbone next and sucked the delicate flesh of her neck between my teeth, the sweet taste of her skin making my lower body boil. When I scooted down farther, her pale breasts rose eagerly to meet my warm mouth, and I traced the top edge of her bra with my tongue, her heart hammering beneath her soft skin.

She arched her back and began to twist one of her arms, but I said “Allow me,” and reached behind her to pop open the clasp. Then I rose up so she could wiggle the straps off, a lump forming in my throat when I saw how pink and puckered her nipples were.

I took them in my mouth one at a time, making sure to use my hands so neither felt neglected, and the most angelic sigh I’d ever heard escaped between Maddy’s shallow breaths. Still, I ventured south, kissing my way past her belly button until I could feel the heat of her pussy rising against my neck and face. She smelled subtly sweet, like sugar water, and I couldn’t wait to see how she tasted.

I folded her leg against the backside of the couch before glancing up at her face, surprised to see a glimmer of nervousness in her eyes.

I crawled back over her and took her face in my hands, fixing my gaze on hers. “Relax,” I said, waiting for her tension to dissipate. “All I want is to make you feel good.”

“I know,” she said, her brown eyes huge in the dim room. “I just…I don’t know if I can handle feeling any better than I already do.”

A smile tugged at my lips. “Challenge accepted.”

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