Page 61 of Seduced By You

“Don’t deny me a fantasy I’ve had for far too long.”

Say what now?How long was ‘far too long’? Longer than this weekend, that was for certain. Had I been blind to Kadon’s feelings for me? Was I that dumb? “How—”

He placed his forefinger over my lips. “Can we talk afterward?”

Without waiting for an answer, he shifted me up his body, shuffling down the bed to meet me halfway. My thighs tensed.

“Lee, I don’t have a twelve-inch tongue. Get lower.”

His fingers dug into my hips, and he forced me to sit right over his face. My only saving grace was that he couldn’t see the blush creeping over every inch of my skin. One sweep of his tongue, though, and my embarrassment fled. I gripped the headboard and rode him, rocking back and forth, seeking more friction. My clit throbbed and pulsed. God, please let this go on forever. I’d happily live my life riding Kadon’s face, but my stupid body didn’t get the memo entitled “Let’s make this last.” I peaked, hovered, and fell, crying out, tremors and vibrations consuming every part of me. Even my toes clenched so hard that they cramped.

I knelt up. Kadon’s lips were shining, covered with my cum. Another bout of self-consciousness caused a flush of heat to blanket my body, enough to imitate lying out in the sun all day without sunscreen.

“You taste better than I dreamed of.” He licked his lips.

I ducked my head. I’d always been fairly secure during sex, but I couldn’t shake the conscious thought that the man lying beneath me with my cum dripping down his chin was Kadon. My best friend. The man who, until a few days ago, I’d never thought of romantically. Now, I couldn’t turn it off, and discovering that there was a high chance he felt the same way about me, only for a lot longer, it… it shocked me to my foundations.

“Lee.” Kadon’s fingertips, roughened from spending so much time in the ocean, brushed my cheek. “I don’t have a condom.”

This was it. This was my chance to put a stop to the insanity and attempt to recover what remained of our friendship. We could put down one sesh of oral sex to a moment of madness, but if we went the whole way and fucked, we couldn’t turn back.

Oh, who was I kidding? We’d already overstepped. But more than that, I didn’t want to go back to the way things were. This weekend had opened not only my eyes but also a plethora of opportunities for happiness I’d almost given up on. All these months, my dream guy had been right there in front of me, and I’d been too determined to protect my battered heart from any further damage that I’d refused to see. Well, my eyes were open now.

“I don’t care. I’m on birth control.” An unplanned pregnancy wasn’t the only consideration, but Kadon wouldneverput me in danger. If there was a one-millionth of a percentage point chance he might have an STI, he wouldn’t do it.

“Are you sure?” Veins corded his neck from the strain of holding himself together.

Actions spoke louder than words. I inched down his body, hooked my fingers into his boxers, and tugged them down his legs. His cock sprang free, the tip glistening with precum. He was circumcised, something that wasn’t widely practiced in Europe. Kadon’s was the first circumcised cock I’d ever seen in the flesh—and I couldn’t stop staring at it. So smooth, yet hard. A thick, steel rod wrapped in a tightly fitted satin coat.

A laugh simmered in my throat at the flowery language echoing in my head. I swallowed it down. I was pretty certain that laughing while staring at a man’s cock might be misconstrued, and I imagined men wereveryeasily spooked if they thought a woman found their precious manhood amusing.

I ran my gaze over his defined abs, the firm chest with a smattering of dark hair, his broad shoulders, and ended at his stunning face. He really was a work of art, a man who’d have conquered the modeling world if he’d chosen that as a career. As I looked into his eyes, my amusement vanished and lust took over. I gripped his erection and lowered myself down an inch at a time. A hiss spilled from his lips as I bottomed out.

“Jesus Christ. Fuck, that feels so damn good, Lee.” He bucked his hips, reaching up to cup my breasts. “Grind on me.”

I circled, bearing down, gripping him with all my strength. His lips parted, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it.”

He bucked again. I met him beat for beat, sweat dripping between my breasts and beading my brow. Dear God, the man had stamina. He sat upright, cupping my cheeks, his mouth crashing on mine, and still he kept up this relentless rhythm. My clit swelled and pulsed and throbbed, teetering on the edge of heaven. I dove my fingers into his hair, digging into his scalp, and I met his ferocious kiss and frenzied thrusting hips with a savagery of my own. Who even was I?

I liked sex as much as the next person, but this… this was on a different scale. I lost myself, biting and clawing and bouncing on him, my heart beating wildly.

“Need more,” he grunted.

He pulled out and flipped me over. Tugging me to the edge of the bed, he stood up and gripped my ankles. Spreading my legs wide, he drove his hips forward.

“Look, Lee. Look how fucking hot we are.”

I glanced down. The sight of him powering into me, all hard and thick and lustrous, and I came undone. My cry of ecstasy echoed around the room. Vaguely aware of Kadon grunting through his release, I forced my eyes open. This, I did not want to miss.

For the love of all that’s holy.Waves of pleasure washed over his face, erasing the earlier pain that had scored my heart. Pride tightened my chest. I’d done that. I’d given him a few precious moments of peace after sharing a trauma that had shaped his life for so many years.

He collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. He didn’t stay there long, rolling onto his back and taking me with him. Tucking my hair behind my ears, he gazed at me with a look I hadn’t seen before. Adoration, longing. Love? Not friendship love. Genuine love. The kind that lovers shared. The burning questions I’d had before stuck in my throat. What if I was reading more into this than there was? Men said all kinds of crap when they thought they might be about to get their dicks wet. What if all Kadon had needed was oblivion? To forget, if only for a few minutes, and sex had been a good way to achieve that. What if I was a convenience and nothing more? There and available, and oh-so willing.

“Lee.”

“Yeah?”

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