Page 46 of My Scorned Best Friend

My fingers weaved through his dark-blond hair, which he’d grown out a little this past season. “But what does all this mean?”

Even drunk, I couldn’t stop thinking of the repercussions of what this meant for our friendship. I couldn’t lose Xavier, and I was sure he felt the same way about me.

“For once, stop overthinking.” He walked us backward to his bedroom while his hands fiddled with the zipper on the back of my dress.

When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he smiled and his hands glided along my shoulders, slowly sliding my dress off my body. It fell to my feet in a pile and Xavier stepped back, taking me in.

I wanted to cover my half-naked body with my hands, because I knew the types of women Xavier had spent nights with. They were gorgeous, because of course they were. I was a librarian who loved nights with Ben & Jerry’s or a bowl of popcorn with a good book. I lived in a state where you had no choice but to stay in the majority of the time because it was too cold and snowy. But if he didn’t like what he saw, he never showed it.

“You’re so beautiful, Clara. I knew you would be.” He stepped closer and removed my bra, leaving me in only a sheer ivory thong.

His lips found mine, but the contact was brief as his lips explored my body, casting small kisses down my chest and stomach until he was on his knees. His eyes and mouth were right in front of my center.

“X, we can’t.” I was practically panting. “Once we do this, there’s no going back. I don’t want to cross the line if it’s not going to mean something, mean a change in our relationship.”

“This is going to mean everything.”

At his words the anxiety rinsed off my body like I stood in a rainstorm, sliding far away and out of sight.

He leaned forward and inhaled me, his knuckle running over my now-soaked panties, right between my folds. “Is this all for me?” His gaze never left from between my legs.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He maneuvered his finger to the side of my panties and slid over the fabric. “Sit down and spread your legs.”

I did as he asked, the mattress dipping under my weight. He gently dragged the scrap of fabric down my legs and tossed it behind him without a care. And with his hands on my knees, he spread me open with a groan from deep in his throat.

The sound made me want to keen. I was desperate for his touch.

I didn’t have to wait long because he positioned his face between my thighs, swinging my legs over his shoulders and swiping me with his tongue. I wasn’t sure where Xavier had learned how to do it, but he was masterful, as if he already knew my body, as if this wasn’t the first time for us. His tongue dived, his mouth sucked, his finger delved. My back arched off the mattress, my fingers tightened in his blond strands, and my cries were loud and unapologetic.

My body was quick to reach the edge just based on the fact it was Xavier giving me this pleasure. Nothing about us in that moment felt awkward or weird because we’d been friends for so long. It just felt right, destined almost. Shivers came, then the tension that seized my body right before I climaxed snared me, and before I knew it, my orgasm was crashing over me. Sparks ignited my vision. Xavier slowed his movements, watching me come down from the high and the intensity of my orgasm.

“Fuck, Clara, you taste as sweet as you are.” He climbed my body, pushing his finger into my mouth and allowing me to taste myself. He groaned when I sucked. “Are you on the pill? I’m clean.”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, and same.”

I might’ve just finished, courtesy of Xavier’s tongue, but I was desperate to have all of him. I needed to feel him inside me.

Without missing a beat, the tip of his cock pushed into my opening, and he sank into me as his hands swept the sweaty hair off my forehead. His gaze never strayed from mine, and it wasn’t just sex in that moment. It was so much more.

His thrusts were slow, almost methodical, his eyes filled with so much more than lust. That was when it hit me—this was it. We’d crossed the line. He’d been jealous of me with another man. We were really going to do this.

His mouth fell to mine, and his hips circled at the same pace he kissed me. Somewhere in our slow, steady lovemaking, another orgasm crested inside me. Xavier’s words tipped me over the edge.

“You feel so good.”

“It’s only ever been you, Clara.”

“I would have never made it this far without you in my life.”

“Fuck, woman. What are you doing to me?”

My fingernails dug into his strong shoulder blades, and I clenched the walls of my sex around his dick, earning a groan from him. I came only seconds before he stilled, emptying himself inside me.

We stared at one another afterward, and a flash of fear hit me that he might just pull away. But he smiled at me, kissed me again, and slid out of me, falling to his back.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized my mistake—when alcohol is involved, it can take a while for someone to realize they think they made a mistake.

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