Page 26 of In the Works

Bri let out a groan of pleasure as she gripped the back of my neck, teasing my lips with her tongue. She was being coy, still unsure if her “straight” best friend was actually making out with her.

So I responded the only way I knew how: by letting my own tongue explore her lips and then her mouth. She tasted sweet, her breath somehow fresh even after two slices of pizza.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before I pulled away and gripped the nape of her neck. “Do you want to see my bedroom?”

Bri couldn’t stop a deep laugh from erupting in her chest. “What is this, a sleepover?”

“Would you like that?” I whispered, leaning in and grazing her ear with my lips.

A desperate whimper escaped her lips as she nodded.

I brought my hand to where hers rested on my neck and intertwined our fingers. Holding her hand, I led her through the house toward the stairs in the foyer.

As we ascended the staircase, I could feel her eyes on my ass, so I made a point to sway my hips a bit wider. I just wanted to tease her more. When I looked over my shoulder at her, she was licking her lips.

Good to know how well that works.

By the time we reached the top of the stairs, Bri was chomping at the bit.

We walked to the end of a narrow hallway toward the primary bedroom. When we reached it, Bri stopped in the doorway to look around.

“Cute,” she said as her gaze flicked around the room. The walls were a boring white but covered with colorful art. She slowly stepped into the room, trying to take in her surroundings.

But I wasn’t willing to wait. After that kiss, it felt like I’d already waited too long to bring her up here.

I grabbed the belt loops of her jeans and pulled her close to me, a moan rising in Bri’s throat as our bodies pressed together. Our lips met again, like two magnets that had been separated for… two decades.

With each kiss, we drifted closer to my king bed. Bri turned so my back was to the mattress. She stepped closer, forcing my knees to buckle and sending my body down to the bed. I looked up at her, desperation in my eyes.

Her eyes darted down to my breasts. But she lifted her head and met my eyes. “Is this…” Gesturing toward the bed, I could fill in the blanks.

“No,” I shook my head. “I sold that bed as soon as he moved out.” I leaned back, resting on my elbows as I looked into her emerald eyes. “This one still needs to be broken in.”

It was far more forward than I had intended, but clearly somewhere deep down, I knew exactly what I wanted. And that was Bri… all of her.

A cheeky smirk took over Bri’s face. She gripped my thighs with rough hands and lifted them off the ground. In one fluid motion, she pulled my center to hers.

I whimpered. “Fuck, you’re strong.”

Bri chuckled and leaned down, pressing her body between my legs. “You asked why I hand chop my wood. This is the real answer.”

If I could have laughed, I would have. But instead, all I could manage was a desperate moan as my hands found her biceps. She pressed her lips against mine as I squeezed the bulging muscles. With each caress of her tongue, Bri pressed her core into mine.

She hadn’t even touched my folds, and I was already dripping wet for her.

After a moment, Bri stood up straight and ripped off her t-shirt. I watched the fabric lift, following the hem as it exposedrippling abs and a sexy, black sports bra. Her shoulders were broad. And although I could tell how strong she was, all I really wanted was to rest my head on her soft chest.

Bri clenched her jaw as she looked down at me in the bed. “I desperately want to take off your clothes.”

“Then do it.” I bit my lip.

Like an uncaged beast, Bri sprung into action. Her hands made swift work of the buttons on my jeans, pulling the denim over my wide hips. Despite her ferocity, she was careful to make sure the fabric didn’t snag on the panties underneath.

She peeled the jeans off my soft legs and threw them to the ground. Pausing for a brief moment, Bri ran her fingers from my ankles up my tensed calves, past my knees, and over my trembling thighs.

“God.” Bri whispered as she shook her head.

Licking her lips, she went back to her work. She leaned back toward my body, tracing lush kisses up my stomach. Sliding her hands under my shirt, Bri found my hips and gripped them as she pressed her mouth into the healed scar that lay between the lace panties and my stomach.

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