Page 49 of Boyfriend
Mr. Smooth has fled the building again. And the way I feel right now, I don’t even remember the sound of his voice. All that’s left is this babbling, crazy guy who can’t calm down.
Who could blame me? There’s a goddess spread out in front of me, every curve ripe for touching and teasing. I’m driving her wild, and I feel like a superhero. If the superhero were a super horny college guy who’s fallen deeply in like with his fake girlfriend.
I tease my thumb in a slow circle around her clit and try not to hump the bed. I feel loose and wild tonight. Part of it is pent-up sexual desire. I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment to arrive.
But I’m weirdly nervous, too. I want to please her so badly.
“Omigod Weston!” Abbi pants, clutching my hair.
“Is there something you want?” I tease, sliding a finger inside.
She moans.
Jesus Christ, I’m so revved up. Who knew that a bit of a dry spell could ruin a man’s restraint?
Crawling back up her body, I grab for the condom I’d retrieved from my jacket as I got undressed. I roll it on while she watches with big, hungry eyes.
I’m a good lover. A confident, generous lay. Usually. Right now I feel like a nervous teenager on prom night. This is momentous. It’s big. And I’m not referring to Little Mr. Smooth, although he’s harder than ever.
It’s because Abbi and I are such close friends, right? That must be why my heart is thumping like a kick drum right now. I care about her happiness, because I’m a good friend.
These are the thoughts bouncing around in my stunned head as I melt back down onto Abbi’s supple body. I drop kisses on her shoulders. On her neck. Wherever I want. And that’s a lot of places, apparently. I can’t believe that I’m finally allowed to drag my lips across her flat belly, and then suck lightly on the tips of her dusky nipples.
God, I’m so hungry for her. And it must be mutual, because Abbi spreads her legs in invitation. “Please,” she whispers. “You know you want to.”
I let out a helpless groan, because she isn’t wrong. Then I grab the base of my cock and squeeze tightly, trying to calm myself down. Usually the tight grip of the condom does the trick, but tonight all bets are off.
Come on, Mr. Smooth! Why has he deserted me at this crucial hour?
I give Abbi a confident smile nonetheless. Then I slide right into her tight heat. It feels so good that I close my eyes momentarily, just to appreciate the sensation of our joining.
“Oh yessss,” she breathes. Her silky hands find my chest, and she wraps her legs possessively around my ass.
My eyes flip open to find hers watching me. She looks breathless and a little stunned, which is just how I feel too. “Wow,” I say stupidly. It’s pretty much the only thought in my brain at this point.
“This is definitely the best idea I’ve ever had,” she whispers.
“Oh, so it was your idea?” I ask, rolling my hips provocatively. “News flash, my dick thinks about this all the time.”
She grips my shoulders and moves against me. “He should have made his wishes known. You were going to leave me on the front porch tonight.”
“Fair,” I say, giving her a slow thrust. “He’s learned his lesson.”
She smiles, and I lean down and kiss her deeply. I’m so turned on that I have to proceed with caution. It’s time to think about hockey practice. Drills. Conditioning. Boring sessions on the treadmill…
Abbi purrs beneath me. She runs her foot up and down the back of my leg. I kiss her as deeply as I dare while we slowly move together in the age-old dance. I wasn’t kidding when I’d said I dreamed of pulling her underneath me. The way she gazes up at me with soft eyes is just perfect.
Too perfect, actually. After a while I roll over, pulling her on top of me. This small break in the action calms me down. And the view is wow. Abbi blinks down at me with mussed hair and luscious, swaying breasts. “You are so fucking hot,” I whisper. “And I am really fucking close. Ride me.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
“Put your hands on the headboard.”
“Like this?” She leans forward and grips the bed above me.
“Exactly like that.” I reach back and slap her ass. “Go on.”
She lets out a deep, sexy breath and begins to move. And I’m in paradise as she slowly picks up the pace. I’m watching for that perfect moment when she finds the rhythm that makes her body sing. And when it happens, it’s beautiful. Her head drops as she sounds out a little breathy moan on every stroke.
