Page 70 of That Friendzone Feeling
Islide to the other side of the bed and open the top drawer of the other nightstand.
“Ta-da.”Ipull a small black cardboard box from the back corner.
“Oh, thank fuck for that.”Hecrawls toward me and reaches for the box.
“Holdon.”Iblow across the top of it. “Justgetting the dust off.”
“Oh, stop it.”Helaughs.
Iexamine all sides of the box. “Andshould we check the ‘use by’ date?”
Hesits back on his heels and smiles and shakes his head at my joke.
“Lookat you.Nakedin my bed.Holdinga box of condoms.Whothought that would ever happen?”
“Definitelynot me,”Isay and toss the box at him.
Itflies right by him and lands on the floor.
Herolls his eyes. “Thebad aim is usually adorable.Butright now, it’s causing a frustrating delay.”
Hejumps off the bed, yanks hisT-shirt over his head, and makes swift work of his jeans.
Ipull the duvet up to my nose and peer at him over the top. “Why, sir.Youare eager.”
“AndImight have been eager for about ten years longer thanIrealized.”Helifts the bottom edge of the duvet and dives under.
Ilet out a cry and a giggle as he lands between my legs and picks up exactly where he left off. “Goodaim.”
Igrab the headboard behind me as his mouth and his fingers get me right back to the edge in a matter of seconds. “Ifyou want us to do this together, you’re going to have to stop.”
Heslides up my body, runs his tongue around the rim of my left nipple, then the right, then his mouth is on mine, his tongue on mine, his dick pressing exactly whereIneed it to be.
Ireach down to take him in my hands.Butjust as my fingers slide beneath the waistband of his boxers, he rolls off me and reaches for the little black box.
“ButIhaven’t even touched you.”Iturn onto my side and kiss his shoulder as he slips out of his underwear, rips open the pack, and sheathes himself.
“Ifyou touch me right now, you’ll end up with messy hands.”Hemoves over me. “Andyou touched me plenty the night at the resort.”Hebrushes his lips over one nipple, then the other, making me arch into him. “HowImanaged to stop whenJoeshowed up,Ihave no idea,” he pants.
“Istill feel guilty about that.”Iwrap my legs around his waist and pull him toward me.
Instantly, he’s in exactly the right spot, his tip right at my entrance.
Hiseyes close and his head falls back. “Holyshit.”
I’venever wanted anything more thanIwant this man right now.
Ipush myself against him, my walls welcoming him inside with a squeeze.
Wegasp in unison.
Andthat’s it, we’re over the line.Righthere, everything changes.Forever.
Weboth hold our breath.Unmoving—apart from his slow glide deeper and deeper into me, stretching me one tiny fraction at a time.
OnceI’mfull of him, deep groaning sighs escape us both.
Idrag my fingers across the ridges of his abs as he rocks slowly, pulling out just a tiny bit, before burying himself in me again.
