Page 25 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
He crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out at me. I move to smack him on the forehead, and he high fives me when I get halfway. I burst into laughter.
“I wasn’t high fiving you, idiot! I was trying to make your face stuck.”
“Make my face stuck? What the hell does that mean?”
“You never heard that at recess? That if someone smacked you on the head while you were crossing your eyes that your face will get stuck that way?” I crinkle my eyebrows.
I thought that was universal playground lore that everyone knew.
“Uh, no. I guess the kids at my school were smarter than the kids in Keene,” he taunts.
I roll my eyes in response.
“Maybe you just weren’t popular enough to get the lowdown.”
“Hey! I had friends! Like Tigger, Pooh, Piglet…”
I crack up at his joke. It’s not even that funny, but it surprises me coming from him. He grins at my laughter.
“Alright, enough procrastinating your defeat. Load up Team Deathmatch.”
“Pssh! As if you could defeat me. You even said you’re rusty. I’m a shoo-in.”
“I bet you’ve never even been ranked.”
“What’s ranked?”
“Is that a serious question? You don’t know what being ranked is?”
I turn to him. He shakes his head.
“Alright, I’ll put it simply for you: It means you’re going down, clown.”
“Oooooh,who’sthewinneragain?”
I get up and do a little dance, bumping against the coffee table. The empty beer bottles clink together as it wobbles. Grayson reaches out to catch me, grabbing me around the waist in an attempt to steady me.
Instead, I come crashing forward, falling over his legs and landing on top of him.
“Oops,” I whisper, and I chuckle. I’m a little bit more tipsy than I thought, meaning that I’m a lot more clumsy than I thought. I look down at Grayson and into his eyes. He’s staring at me, his eyes wide with shock. Slowly, they soften, desire replacing the shock that was previously there.
It’s powerful, the electric feeling between us. If there was any more of it, the air would spark between us, lighting up from the sheer intensity of the moment. I lick my lips as my gaze shifts from his enchanting blue eyes to his pink lips. They’re thick and perfectly shaped, the perfect cushion for me to put my lips on.
Before I can think about it anymore, I lean forward, pushing my lips against his. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into a straddle position on top of him. I lean in, deepening the kiss even more, my lips parting slightly as his tongue slides out and finds its way to mine. Our tongues meet, touching gently at first, and then more firmly and more intensely. Grayson picks me up, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes my body against the wall, his hands snaking their way up my shirt and underneath my bra. My nipples harden under his hands, the soft circles he’s tracing on them drawing them into sharp peaks.
I run my hands down his chest, stopping above his pants. I fiddle with the button until I finally unfasten it, and let his pants fall to the ground. I look him in the eyes, lust written all over my face as I sink down to my knees in front of him. I slowly hook the tips of my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. I pull them down, his length bouncing out at me.
“Mmm,” I say as I gently touch my tongue to it.
He gasps in surprise, staring down at me as I put my mouth over the tip and slowly make my way down the entire shaft.
“God, Whitney, your mouth is perfect,” he says as he wraps a hand into the back of my hair.
He tightens his grip on my hair and gently leads me into a bobbing motion on his member. I swirl my tongue, and he shudders before pulling me off.
He stands me up and puts his mouth once again on mine. He’s kissing me hungrily, as if he can’t wait for each moment that’s about to happen. He leads me down the hall, pulling off my shirt between kisses as we go. Once we’re halfway to the bedroom, he pulls me towards him, his hands snaking around to my backside where they find the back of my bra. He looks at me with confusion when he finds that there are no snaps on it.
“The clasp is in the front,” I whisper, looking down at the small hook settled between my breasts.
