Her moan rises higher.
Her body rocks, thrusts, then shudders.
Beautifully.
“Oh God, oh God,” she pants, then cries out, collapsing onto me. The sight of her coming is honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
So hot that I flip her to her back, strip off her jeans, then meet her gaze, my fingers stopping at her pale-pink knickers. “Summer,” I say.
“Yes?” Her tone is feathery. She’s still floating on her orgasm, it seems.
“I need these off. I need to be inside you. Tell me you need it too. Please fucking tell me you need it too. I’m desperate for you.”
She nods, blinking, then sits up, grabbing at my jeans. “Take these off. Now.”
Maybe we ought to be having a conversation about what this means, or what happens next, or how we navigate friendship and fucking.
But I don’t want to ruin the moment.
She yanks at the button on my jeans, and I fumble at the zipper, working it open. Before I push my pants down, I grab my wallet, fish out a condom, and set it on the bedside table. Then I shed my jeans as she helps us along by slipping off her pink lace.
She’s naked, and she’s gorgeous.
And I’m so damn hard. My cock throbs as I push down my boxer briefs, freeing my erection.
She licks her lips, her eyes never straying from my dick.
And hey, I don’t mind the eye-fucking.
I don’t mind the ogling at all.
I grip my cock, sliding a fist over it, showing her what she’s doing to me. “You are so fucking sexy.”
“So are you,” she says, her eyes hooded, her tone so sensual. She moves her body like a cat stretching out, then she glides her hand down her pelvis. “I don’t think you’re bad in bed so far, but I think you should prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.”
And there it is—I was right about what she’s after. Why she’s doing this.
Proof.
But I’m not trying to prove anything. What drives me is pure and simple want.
It’s too strong to fight. It’s overwhelming. It’s fierce and dangerous, like a wild animal finally set free.
Part of me thinks it’s for the best that she’s not on the same page. That it’s safer.
And this may be simply an experiment for her, but she seems to be enjoying every second of our lab test. She arches her hips, such a desperate thing.
And it’s so arousing that my dick throbs insistently.
“I will make sure beyond any reasonable doubt that you come hard for a second time, maybe even a third. Sound about right?”
She moans. “Sounds perfect.”
Getting on the bed, I wrap my hands around her ankles, opening her legs.
But she shakes her head. “Let me be on top.”
“What the lady wants.” I flop onto the mattress as she shifts, straddling me. I reach for the condom, open the packet, then roll it down my length.
With avid eyes, she watches me, a wild sort of hunger in her gaze. It’s something I’ve never seen there before. Something I never expected from her.
But it’s incredibly erotic to experience her like this.
To see my friend come alive in a whole new way in the bedroom.
As she settles her knees on either side of me, I don’t need any proof to know I want so much more than one time with her.
Because I’ve been wanting her for a long, long time.
How did I not realize it sooner? I’ve been craving this, denying this. Moments over the last few years flash before me. Snapshots of the flush on her chest, my gaze on her lips, our bodies nearly touching.
The way I felt.
How I reacted.
I shoved all those wants away each time, ignoring, denying.
Pretending.
That was where I was truly faking it.
Now, here I am with her for real, and I’m pretty sure my want is so much more than physical.
It’s hitting me in a much deeper way.
And evidently, like a stupid idiot, it took me getting naked with her to learn I really, really like her.
On a whole lot of levels.
Even if she’s only feeling it on one level.
I’ll have to take what I can get.
27SUMMER
I hardly feel like me.
Gone is the outgoing, upbeat, peppy, positive Summer.
