Page 6 of Unforgettable

With his thumb, he pushed my head to the side and growled into my ear. His hand that wasn’t wrapped around my throat batted away my fingers on my clit. I whimpered at the loss, but my whimper quickly turned into a gasp as his fingers resumed what mine had started.

“I want it to be my fingers teasing your needy little clit when you fall apart all over my cock. Your pleasure is mine. This orgasm is mine, and I want to feel your sweet cunt tighten around me just like I remember. You think you can do that?”

He bit the outside of my ear, then soothed the pain with his tongue as I whimpered at his words.

Words seemed so hard when I was so close to the edge, but Reed needed them and he told me as much by slapping my clit. I cried out at the pain, but the sting easily morphed into pleasure as his cock pumped into me in quick, measured movements.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please, don’t stop, Reed.Please.”

I wasn’t above begging, and similar to how Reed knew me, I knew him. And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he enjoyed hearing me beg. And if I was going to come apart, I was sure as hell taking him with me.

His fingers resumed circling my clit, and his hand tightened around my throat. I reached behind me, tangled my fingers into his short, brown hair and tilted my head back, searching for his lips. He quickly obliged, slamming his mouth down onto mine in a bruising kiss, and when he slipped his tongue against mine, it was all over.

Locked together, he swallowed my cries of ecstasy as the intense orgasm whipped through me with an unrelenting force. I felt my inner walls clamp down around his thick cock and felt him grow even harder before his face contorted as he emptied himself into the condom. His brows furrowed, eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation as his mouth popped open, hovering over my own.

“Yes, fuck. Amanda,yes,” he cried, resting his forehead against my own as we both fell from our twin highs. For a long second, we stood there, him still inside of me, slowly softening, listening to the sound of each other’s quick breaths. With his fingers still around my neck, I knew he could feel the thudding of my pulse, and it didn’t slow down for a long while afterward.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered into my ear. He kissed my neck, where there was most definitely a thin layer of sweat, before he carefully pulled out of me.

My body was spent. Any energy I had before was completely gone, and I leaned forward onto the table for extra support. My dress fell back down around me, and the fabric irritated the tender skin of my backside.

I hadn’t had a full-body orgasm like that since… well, since that one night with Josh and Reed so long ago. That was the last time I had remembered feeling so thoroughly sated as well as so thoroughly fucking confused.

Through the thick orgasm fog, I heard what sounded like a trash can lid swinging which I assumed meant Reed had disposed of the used condom. Then seconds later, I heard the sound of a zipper and between my legs and on the floor behind me, I saw him stoop to pick up his jacket that I had carelessly shoved off of him.

I stood on wobbly legs and tugged my dress down farther. The gravity of what happened in the dark room was heavy on my shoulders.

My body and my brain were obviously not very good at communicating because my body thought fucking my best friend was a good idea before, during, and after it happened. However, my brain was too easily swayed by the introduction of gin, and although I didn’t give a flying fuck about the repercussion before or during the act, after was another story.

Friendships like ours were hard to come by. And we made it through the first time with only minimal awkwardness and if our other friends had noticed, they hadn’t outright said it. So, I considered that a win, but was it worth it to chance it a second time? Especially when we were what? Fuck buddies every once in a while?

“You’re thinking too loud,” Reed said, smoothing his hands down my sides and twisting me to face him. “Stop worrying about it, Amanda.”

I rubbed my temples and peered up at him with my best death glare. “How on earth am I supposed to not worry about it? We got lucky the first time around that the three of us didn’t cause issues or become insanely awkward around one another,” I said breathlessly, the word catching in my throat ever so slightly. It was only the second time I’d spoken about that night out loud in over a year and a half. “Now, it’s like we’re tempting fate. Friends don’t just fuck without consequences. Especially not in our friend group.”

“What if it’s not just fucking?” he said in such a soft whisper I thought I misheard him for a moment, but the intensity in his eyes and his overall optimistic expression told me I had heard him right.

I laughed because the idea was ludicrous. We wereus. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying. Reed, we can’t do this. If it goes south, which in all likelihood it would, then we’ve messed everything up. Also, when was the last time you were in a relationship? You are one of the most anti-relationship men I’ve ever met.”

“That’s not fair. So, you saw the possibility of something more with that jackass, but not with me? I guess cynical Amanda is back, huh?” His voice was flat, which made his words hit me even harder. Not because he was wrong but because he was absolutely right.

My eternal optimism about my recent dating life had been an overcorrection to try to undo my cynical outlook on life. It hadn’t worked, and Reed saw right through me as he usually did. He had this uncanny ability to identify my bullshit and call me out on it. Much to my dismay, Josh also had that ability but was usually a little more graceful with the delivery.

Whether or not he was right about me, I was also correct about Reed’s anti-relationship past—he had no problem sleeping with women or even dating casually, but when it came time for“the talk,”he’d gracefully tell them he wasn’t ready for something serious. I’d been witness to a few of the conversations, including one where I hid in his dorm room closet after the girl came over unannounced. It ended with her throwing his chemistry book at his head.

He couldn’t call me cynical if I had a legitimate reason to question his motivations.

“What about this…” Reed began, changing tactics as he sensed my hesitation and uneasiness. He scrubbed a hand over his stubble and through his tousled hair. “Let me take you to dinner. Just one date, and we can talk about the possibility that maybe there could eventually be something more between us. No strings attached, and if it goes horribly, I’ll even let you pay for half, so it doesn’t really count as a date.”

“You’re giving me a choice?” I asked, dumbfounded because that was unlike Reed. As evidenced by our fucking in the middle of our friend’s rehearsal dinner, he usually just took what he wanted (within reason). Not that I wasn’t an active and eager participant as well.

One side of his mouth raised in a sly grin as he stepped toward me and placed his hand back around my throat. His lips hovered just above my own, and I wet them without thinking about it, subconsciously preparing for the kiss I knew he was about to deliver. Teasingly, he ran his tongue across my barely parted lips, and I stopped breathing altogether as his warm breath heated my skin.

“No, I’m not giving you a choice because I know we will be incredible together.”

I opened my mouth to respond with a laundry list of very valid, logical arguments about why all of it was a bad idea, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter and the door opening behind Reed.

“Well, well, well, what the fuck do we have here?” A loud voice we both knew all too well boomed from the opposite side of the room.

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