Page 122 of Holiday Friend Zones
Stop Overthinking
Eli
Lauren’s straddling my lap, grinding her pussy against my dick, and I’m seconds away from busting a load in my sweatpants.I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times—on nights when I should’ve been sleeping or in quiet stretches where her laugh lingered longer than it should’ve—but nothing compares to having heractually here.The cot groans under our weight.Then—crack!Lauren freezes.The left side of the cot collapses, dumping us sideways.For a heartbeat, we stare at each other in stunned silence.Then her laughter bursts out, filling every corner of the room.I can’t help but laugh too.
“I really hope that’s not a sign we shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasps between giggles.
“No.It only confirms this cot is garbage, and I should’ve replaced it years ago.”I brush a strand of hair from her cheek.“But I’ve got a better idea.”Before she can respond, I scoop her up and sling her over my shoulder like a lumberjack carrying his prize tree.
She yelps, laughing harder.“Eli!What are you doing?”
“Remember when I said I’d carry you to my bed if I had to?”I round the corner toward my room, her giggles vibrating against my shoulder.“Well, I’m making good on that promise.”
“This time I’d go willingly!You don’t have to carry me.”
“Too late.”I drop her onto my bed and climb on after her, bracing myself above her.For a moment, the rest of the world fades away, leaving only her flushed cheeks, her eyes sparkling like she’s both terrified and thrilled, and the sound of our laughter lingering in the air.She peels my sweatpants off, and I kick them to the side.My pulse stutters.She clasps the hem of her shirt and tugs it over her head as I hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her flannel pajama pants.She lifts her hips so I can pull them off.I hover over her, brushing the tip of my nose along her cheek, breathing her in.
“What does this mean for us?”Lauren’s voice trembles.“Our friendship, I mean.What if?—”
I press my finger to her lips, silencing her rambling.The air between us is charged enough to burn the entire cabin to the ground.“Stop overthinking, Lo.Just… feel.My hands.My mouth.This.Can you do that?”
Her breath catches, and after a beat, she gives me the smallest nod.
I claim her lips—soft at first, tasting, teasing, like I need to memorize her one slow kiss at a time.Then the dam breaks, and I’m kissing her deeper, like years of friendship and denial and almost-moments are finally bursting free.She arches against me, and my self-control slips another notch.
Sitting on my haunches, I tear open the foil packet and slide the condom down my shaft.My gaze roams over Lauren’s naked body.She’s beautiful.Not just in the way her hair fans across my pillow, or the way her skin glows in the dim light, but in the way she’shere—with me, trusting me.I bend down and press my lips to her collarbone and up to her neck.
“Eli,” she whispers, tilting her head to give me access.Her nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer.“Don’t tease.”
“What do you want?”I murmur against her skin, my voice rough.
“You,” she breathes.“All of you.”
Those four words ignite something primal in me.I kiss her again, fierce and unrestrained, pouring every unsaid word into the press of our mouths.She gasps into me, her hands tangling in my hair.
I need her more than she’ll ever know.With my hand at the base of my cock, I find her entrance and push inside.Her heat surrounds me, but it’s more than that.It’s home.It’s everything I didn’t know I’d been waiting for.
She gasps.“Oh, Eli.”
I rest my forehead against hers for a beat, just enough to savor the moment, before I kiss her again—deeper, slower, until her soft moans vibrate straight through my chest.
Her hips lift to meet mine, desperate and certain, and when I pull out and push back in, everything else—our past, our friendship, the outside world—falls away.There’s only us.Only this.
Her nails bite into my biceps as her back arches off the mattress, offering me everything.“Eli, I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby.”I roll my hips into hers, slowly at first, savoring the way she clenches around me.
She bucks up, eyes dark with desperate need.“Fuck me, Eli.”
The plea punches the air out of my lungs.I capture her mouth, swallowing her moan as I grind deeper.“What do you want?”I murmur against her lips.
Her breath shudders.“Please.Please, Eli.Fuck me.”
That’s all I need.I pull back until I’m barely inside her, then drive back in hard enough to rattle the headboard.
“Oh, god—yes.”Her cry fills the room, ragged and beautiful, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I find a rhythm, each thrust harder.Deeper.Her body rises to meet mine like she’s just as frantic as I am.Her breath tumbles into broken gasps, every inhale and exhale syncing with the push and pull of my dick inside her.I slide my hand along the smooth line of her thigh until I reach the back of her knee and press it toward her chest, opening her wider for me.The shift lets me sink deeper, and the way her body clenches around me—tight, hot, consuming—drives me out of my mind.
