Page 55 of Pucking Revenge

“Fuck, Sar.” I moan, swiping at one finger. “I want to feast on you. You taste so goddamn good.”

I slip my fingers inside her again, and this time, once they’re coated, I brush them against her tight hole. She relaxes for me, then leans forward and opens wider. My vision goes hazy as I slide my thumb inside her and dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass.

“Right there, Brooks. Right fucking there,” she pleads.

“Not going anywhere, Pumpkin. Keep teasing yourself with that wand.” Brushing kisses across her neck and shoulder, I circle her throat with my free hand. With a final nip to her skin, I bring my mouth to her ear. “Now fucking scream for me.”

Sara shatters in my arms, shuddering and trembling. She continues to fuck her wand while I play with her ass. Cheeks flushed and body covered in goose bumps, she chants my name over and over, all while banging the headboard against the wall as loud as she can. It’s the most perfect fucking sight. I’m leaking inside my jeans just waiting for the moment I can get home and replay our night with my hand wrapped around my cock.

When her body goes limp, I press one more gentle kiss against her shoulder. “You were perfect.” Gently, I release her and support her as she slumps to the mattress. Then I head to the bathroom to clean up.

When I come back, Sara is curled up with her head on her pillow and her sheet pulled up to her chin, wearing a lazy smile. “Not gonna lie, Brooks. You’ve got me completely spent.”

I let out a low chuckle and hang my head between my shoulders. I can’t look at her right now. She’s too beautiful. Too perfect. More than anything, I want to sink down on the bed next to her, pull her close, and hold her all night.

But that’s not in the cards.

I point to the door. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

She jackknifes up, and the sheets fall down a bit. Before I get a glimpse of her gorgeous tits, she slaps a hand to her chest, holding the sheet to her body. I try to hide my disappointment. I’ve had her breasts in my hands, and I’ve felt them beneath my fingertips, but I’ve never laid eyes on them.

“I can take care of you if you want. I feel?—”

I shake my head and wave her off. “I’m good. Seriously. I’m used to the no sex during the season thing.”

Really, I’m used to the no sex at all thing, but she doesn’t need to know that. Right now, it feels harder than ever to abide by that rule. Probably because my gorgeous best friend has never been naked and offering to pleasure me before.

“Brooks,” Sara chides.

“Sar,” I mimic.

She closes her eyes and falls back against the pillow with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll just get all the orgasms, and you can continue to watch.”

“Not the punishment you think it is, Pumpkin.”

With a giggle, she settles on her side. “Night, not so secret lover.”

“Good night, Sar.”

As I’m crossing the threshold into the living room, she calls for me. “Why are you sleeping on my couch?”

“Aiden locked me out.”

“Brooks,” she says, rolling to her back again. “You have a game tomorrow. You’re not sleeping on the couch. Come here.” She pats the mattress beside her.

I don’t move from my spot at the door.

“Seriously, you can fuck my ass with your fingers, but you can’t cuddle me? We cuddle all the time.”

I let out a deep sigh and rub at the back of my neck. “It’s because I fucked your ass with my fingers that I now can’t cuddle you.”

“No.” The single word is said with such force, so defiantly, it nearly knocks me back.

I swallow past my confusion. “Excuse me?”

“No. I don’t agree to those terms. We’re best friends first. You promised nothing would get weird. So get in this fucking bed and cuddle me, or I’m not speaking to you again.”

Amused shock ricochets through me. “You’re serious?”

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