Page 67 of No Summer Hotter than You

I shivered despite the warm water pouring over my head. The memory of his lips pressed against my ear yesterday, dangerously drawing his teeth along the length of my neck, flooded my mind. At that moment, I was so close to telling him to take me home and fuck me. It was crude, but I felt so desperate to be with him. That wasn’t what we were, though.

We’re friends, I had to keep reminding myself.

Yet my hand slinked between my legs, giving my throbbing clit much needed attention. I whimpered over the sound of the water hitting the bathroom tiles as I rubbed tiny, firm circles into my aching bud. I thought of only Anthony and the way his hips moved when he drove into me relentlessly in my hazy, sexy dream.

Anthony pinned me down with my legs thrown over his naked shoulders. His thick, hot length plowed into me as I laid in the back seat of his Jeep with the doors wide open and my legs parted wide for him. He was completely naked, as was I. His chest was slicked with sweat as he continued to slam into me. It was hot outside, but inside the Jeep was a million degrees hotter with us screwing around like this. The only thing I was still wearing were my black pumps.

This was all wrong. We agreed to be only friends, I thought, and yet I didn’t stop him.

Even in the dream I could feel how slick I was with each of his thrusts as it dripped down my butt cheeks to the upholstery. He filled me to the brim so effortlessly; his groans grew louder and louder, mingled with mine as he thrust into me. His momentum never gave way as we edged closer to our climaxes. With one final hard thrust, I braced for the sudden bliss I knew I would feel. Only for me to force myself awake.

Although I was on the brink of climaxing, I couldn’t bring myself to continue to dream. I didn’t want to know what would happen after we climaxed. Would Anthony pull me into a sweet kiss or would he simply tug on his clothes and look at me with regret? It was all just a dream and now I was wide awake, completely aroused and drenched wet in between my legs.

I needed Anthony.

I grabbed my detachable showerhead and turned up the pressure. I swallowed hard and leaned against the shower wall, letting the intensity of the water pressure send quivering vibrations across my aching clit. It wasn’t his touch, but it was something at least. The water pressure worked quickly, sending electrifying pleasure through my entire body. I tried to contain my whimpering and moaning with an arm over my mouth.

“Fuck,” I gasped at the ferocity of the water.

I pushed the showerhead further between my legs and imagined it was Anthony pulling my precious bud into his mouth and sucking. I recalled of the way his tongue darted into my folds and drinking me up, slurping and gulping me down. Loud. Lewd. As if I was the most delectable thing his tongue ever tasted.

I came with the roll of my eyes, and my legs quaked dangerously. I rode out my high with soft moans of Anthony’s name, knowing this would be a secret I would never tell a single soul. I had a dirty dream about my best friend and then masturbated to the images of him pleasuring me instead.

“Good morning!”

Anthony’s thunderous voice travelling up the stairs to the bathroom startled me. I stumbled to turn off the water, glad he didn’t come home right as I was still moaning out his name. I stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled myself down.

“Shoua?”

I could hear his footsteps clomping up the stairs; he probably took two at a time, because he was at the end of my hallway in no time. “Shoua?” His voice shook with worry as he kept calling out to me.

I cracked the bathroom door open. “Calm down! I just got out of the shower,” I said before closing the door. I quickly threw on my PJs and a new pair of panties because I didn’t want Anthony to see me in a towel. He already saw enough of that last week, and I didn’t want to put him in that awkward position again.

“Can you blame me? I thought something bad happened to you,” he answered on the other side.

I opened the door with a sigh and blushing cheeks. “Nothing happened,” I said. “I was just taking a shower.”

His brows immediately rose as high as the sky. “But you never take morning showers.”

“I woke up sweating,” I lied, taking my lilac cup out of his hand as I quickly glanced at his lips. Then I tore my eyes away before he could catch my gaze and sipped the coffee. “Is this a lavender vanilla latte? It’s amazing.”

I kept my face neutral by sipping the coffee again and letting out a small moan of contentment. He had probably gone back to his place to make coffee for himself, Andy, and I. Julie was sensitive to caffeine and wasn’t much of a coffee drinker.

“Yeah, it is, but don’t change the topic on me. Your place is cooler than mine, to be honest. I was so cold last night I had to use a blanket,” Anthony said quickly. “You usually get cold pretty easily. I’m surprised.”

I headed into my bedroom with him trailing behind me. I was hoping to avoid a conversation where he pointed out that his body temperature is much hotter than mine and questioned how I could have been sweaty.

“You’re being weird,” he said as a matter of fact.

“No, I’m not.” I looked at him over my shoulder, quickly scanning his half-nakedness for a beating moment. He was only in his running shorts, beads of sweat still trailing down his chest. His cheeks were lightly flushed, his dark hair pushed back, and his gaze were glued to me. My body tingled and I wanted to pull my eyes away from his. “You’re the one being weird. Why are you running again?”

Anthony grinned, essentially shining a beam of bright sunlight directly into my eyes. “I’m getting ready to beat Andy’s ass.”

I was grateful he took my bait and we started to talk about something else other than why I showered. I would never understand why the twins kept competing with one another to see who was better at just about anything. But I admit it could be entertaining at times. Just not when they got heated over who won and lost.

“What are you two going to do? Race on one of the hiking trails to see who’s the fastest?” I deadpanned, uninterested.

They were equal in size, stature, speed, and stamina. So, I wasn’t sure why they continued to test each other. One of them always lost whatever they were doing by a mere millisecond. Then they’d argue about it or rub it in each other’s face about the wins or losses.

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