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I take my time pulling down her thong, and she’s fucking glistening for me. I spread her wider, loving the small trail of curls at the top of her otherwise bare pussy. I lick once up her slit and swirl my tongue around her clit, unable to help the groan that escapes me. Her thighs might clench at the thought of me after this, but my cock will be hard as fucking quartz at the memory of tasting her. I flick my tongue, making her gasp, and I drive two fingers inside her. She’s tight, but as I curl my fingers, I add another. She cries out, and her whimpered moans spur me on. I find the perfect pace and pressure, building her up until she comes hard on my tongue, drenching my beard and fingers. I’m fucking ruined and need more. Her pussy pulses around me as I slow my movements, and her breathing slows.

“Just a little goodnight kiss between friends,” I chuckle against her swollen clit.

“Yeah,” she manages through her laboured breaths. “Just a… yeah.”

CHAPTER 5

SCARLETT

Iwake to soft lips and a scratchy beaded against my neck. The strong hand splayed across my stomach pulls me closer until my back is flush against a hard chest.

What time is it? Where am I?

My eyes flutter open. 3:14 a.m.

Who is in my bed?

Russ. The hot-as-fuck goalie. Who made me come so hard I passed out.

Câlisse!

His thick—sadly unpierced—cock is pressed against my ass. Maybe he’ll touch me again, or slip it inside me?

No! We can’t do this.

Just. Friends.

Friends who kiss and stay the night together… but just friends. Why did I think this would be a good idea?

“Mornin’, Red,” he murmurs against my skin, and the vibration against my back making my nipples peak.

I turn in his arms, needing a little distance. If I’m not careful, I’ll develop a little crush on this beautiful stranger. “Good morning. Sorry I fell asleep last night.”

“Why? I’m not. Now I can proudly say my tongue is so talented it made a woman black out in pleasure. Next time I stay the night, I’ll wake you up the same way you fell asleep. In fact…” In one swift motion, he rolls me onto my back, making me squeak in surprise. “I didn’t get a good morning kiss.”

Russ slides down my body and I suck in a breath—where are my panties?The room is dark, only the glow from the alarm clock illuminating the space, and I can’t make out any of his features. I jolt as I feel his teeth graze against the inside of my thigh. He draws the soft skin into his mouth as he marks me, and I can’t help crying out at the light sting. As he lifts my legs over his shoulders, he places a pillow under my ass, and I can’t help feeling a little self-conscious, even with the lights out.

I can count on one hand how many men have made me come with their mouth, and Russ is definitely at the top of that list. Still, I feel obligated to return the favor. We could have sex, then we’d both come—except it would complicate things further. My mental gymnastics come to a screeching halt as he teases my entrance and slips two fingers inside me with ease.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I moan, gripping the sheets. He licks firm circles around my clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers curling inside me. It takes mere minutes of his talented tongue before I’m dizzy with bliss, inches from release. “Right there, don’t stop.”

He chuckles darkly and spreads my legs wide, forcing a moan from me. As he adds a third finger, continuing his perfect pace, I shatter, soaking the pillow, the sheets, his face and… Oh, fuck, please tell me I didn’t blind him with cum!

“Another,” he growls against me, and I can hardly catch my breath. He doesn’t let up, lapping at me as he coaxes a second orgasm out of me. How the hell am I supposed to be friends with this man if he’s turning me into a damn puddle?

As I come down from the high, he slowly pulls his fingers from me, and there’s a dip in the bed on either side of me. When my vision clears, Russ is above me, and I can’t help myself—I take his face in my hands and kiss him. My whole body is buzzing, but I need more. As I reach between us to feel him, he grips my wrist and pins it above my head.

“I have to get going, but next time I’ll kiss you goodbye with my cock deep inside you.”

“There won’t be a next time… and we’re just friends.”

He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Sure, Red, just friends.” Lifting off me, he turns on the lamp and asks, “Where’s your phone?”

I squint to adjust to the light. “Still in my purse.”

Once he retrieves it for me, I pull out my phone and hand it to him. He types for a moment, and no words pass between us as he gets dressed. With a final kiss to my lips, he’s gone. It all feels like a dream. Did I imagine it? A moment later, my phone buzzes with an incoming text.

Russ “Bestie” Campbell

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