Page 24 of The Best You've Ever Had

“I definitely could.” The buzz of liquor is lessening our filters, dropping whatever normal ego would prevent us from ever saying this shit out loud.

The room falls silent once again, and I’m almost certain she’s reached her limit with me and with this conversation that’s gone further than we ever have before.

“Then make me,” she says quietly, but with the level of decisiveness that I’m accustomed to with her. “Make me come.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I pause, mentally listing every reason why this would be a horrible idea. But also drunk off the hope of seeing her come undone for me. “Is it?”

“Of course it’s a horrible idea. But what else are we going to do? Just try and make me come already.”

“You’re drunk though.”

“We arebothdrunk. And I’m fully aware of what I’m doing right now.”

She climbs on top of me, her curves enlightened in the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the blinds. Rocking against the erection bulging out of my briefs, she whispers, “Please.”

“Fuck. I can’t say no to that.”

I grab her by the waist, flipping her off of me, and back onto the mattress. She starts to protest, but I hold her tight against my body as she squirms. “If we’re going to do this, you let me be in control. Just do what I say, okay?”

“I don’t like not being in control.”

“I know. But you can trust me. If you don’t like anything then tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Got it?”

She nods, all traces of hesitancy erased by the black of night. “Got it.”

Taking her wrists in my hands, I pin them above her head on the mattress. I run my nose along the line of her jaw, tracing a path from her dainty neck to her ear. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you.”

From beneath me, I feel her body shiver at my words. It unleashes an unhinged side of myself. For her sake, I’m trying to pace myself as the objective at hand here is to makehercome. If it was all about me, I probably would have came the second she rubbed herself along my dick.

My tongue traces a path of soft kisses, starting from the curve of her neck and lingering over the gentle slope of her collarbone, to the skin right above her breasts. All those previous bastards probably rushed their way through with her, too excited to pace themselves. But she likes a challenge. I know for a fact that she wants to feel teased and savored.

Goosebumps rise on her skin, when my mouth reaches the swells of her breasts, as if she’s coming alive for me, and only me. Tiny indicators that I’m headed in the right direction.

Pulling down the cup of her bra with one hand, I grab a rough handful, flicking her nipple between my finger and thumb. The motion makes her cry out like I’ve defibrillated her and brought her back to life. Cupping my hand over her mouth, I whisper in her ear, “I haven’t even put my mouth on your pussy yet and you’re already going wild. I need you to be quiet.”

I’m being too damn cocky, and she hates cocky. Maybe that’s what she needs in bed though. Someone that can take her powerhouse attitude and one up her where it counts.

With her hands still pinned above her head, I take one of her tight nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, as she arches into the mattress. Her small frame pushes into my much larger one, as I rock my erection against her pelvis.

Breathy sounds escape from her lips the more attention I pay to each. Her reaction makes me want to take my sweet time. I want her to know that good sex exists, and if that means teasing her all night and getting blue balls myself, then so be it.

Unable to help myself, I finally reach down, slipping my fingers past the lace waistband of her thong. I can feel her holdher breath as I finally touch her, dipping my fingers into her wetness. She’s fucking drenched already. Suddenly, I’m furious at her past partners for ignoring all the clues of what she likes and not getting her to the finish line.

On the other hand, I’m happy it’s me. Proud thatIcan be the one to do this to her.

Pushing into her with two fingers, she rocks against my hand, chasing that high that’s making her see heaven. Against the palm of my hand, I can feel the rumble of her whimpers, as I continue to work in and out of her. She’s gorgeous, and I could stare at her all night like this—unguarded and begging for more.

To avoid waking our parents sleeping down the hall, I go against my better judgment. I make the decision that I want to kiss her...for noise purposes. That’s what I tell myself as I lean over until our faces are parallel. When my mouth meets hers, she freezes, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected kiss.

When I buried my fingers deep inside of her, she didn’t blink an eye. But a kiss is different. A kiss is intimate. And most importantly, a kiss is dangerous. It comes with a certain level of inherent risk. And she is a goddamn Olympic risk analyst.

I pull back the moment she tenses, not wanting to push her into discomfort.

Grabbing me by the back of my neck, she pulls me back in, like gravity pulling a comet into orbit. Our mouths collide, as she whispers between kisses, “Stop thinking. Keep going.”

Her words unleash a frenzy, as I let it all go. Every disagreement, every argument, every time we’ve thrown middle fingers from across the room, is forgotten when my mouth lands on hers. That energy transforms into an overwhelming, primal need to lose myself in her. We kiss each other like we’re mad for the intense attraction between us. Then that simmering need turns into a boil, and suddenly kissing isn’t enough. The soft swirl of her tongue in my mouth isn’t enough. I want more, forher and I, and need it like I’ve been malnourished for years. As if her touch is my sustenance, bringing me back from a numb purgatory.

Breaking the kiss and pushing back, I slide down between her legs. She glances up, looking down at me from the pillow—waiting for me to dive in. If a kiss and two fingers isn’t enough to fuck up whatever semblance of civility we may have had, then my mouth on her pussy and every plan I have to make her come on my face, may be the final push. Because there’s no going back from making your frenemy orgasm.

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