Nat’s eyes popped open, and she stared at me, her gaze much more alert than it had been just a moment before. “Is this your way of attemptin’ to get the milk for free before buyin’ the cow?”
“I think that has to do with a lot more than a kiss. Are you offerin’?”
She rolled her eyes and laid a hand on my chest, the heat of her palm seeping into my skin. “Easy there, Casanova. I’ll give you the kiss, but it’s gonna take a lot more than your sweet, gruff voice and messy bed head to lure me into havin’ sex with you.”
Nat puckered up, the exaggerated move making it clear she wasn’t taking this seriously. Something I knew I shouldn’t be doing either. But still, this wasn’t just a random girl. Someone I was attracted to and had the brief notion to make out with for a little while. This was Nat. Someone who’d been in my life nearly the entirety of it. Someone who’d hopefully be in it much longer still.
Because of that, I reached up and gently brushed her hair back from her face, trailing my fingertips down the side of herjaw and cupping her head as I slid my fingers into her hair. I swept my thumb against the soft skin of her cheek, my gaze darting to study each of her features.
She lay there, eyes closed, her lashes swept across the tops of her cheeks. Her lips were parted, her breaths puffing faster along my skin the longer I took to study her.
Unable to wait a second more, I closed the space between us, my eyelids fluttering shut until, finally, our lips were pressed together and I was breathing her in.
I’d thought about this a handful of times years ago when we’d been teens. And, truthfully, I’d thought about it a handful more this week, knowing we’d have to do this at some point. And though at least the former had, at times, been over the top, those fantasies still didn’t hold a candle to the real deal.
As our lips moved together, every preconceived notion I’d ever had about what this might have been like with her was completely blown out of the water. Not wanting to step over any bounds, I initially kept it slow and sweet. Gentle. Chaste. But at the first breathy moan that spilled from her lips, all bets were off.
I groaned as I swept my tongue across her lips, then into her mouth when she opened for me. Despite how diligently I’d worked at keeping my raging hard-on from her notice, in the end, it didn’t matter. Not when she hooked her leg over my hip, settled in as close as possible, and rocked her pussy against me.
“Ash…” she whispered as she held me by the back of my head, tipping hers back so I could trail kisses down the front of her neck.
Jesus, why hadn’t we ever done this before? Had this been what I’d been missing my whole life? What I’d shut the door on without even examining it too closely for fear of what I might lose, should it go wrong?
I should’ve known it would be like this between us. Everything with us was always so easy. Was it any wonder our sexual chemistry would be too?
“Fuck, you feel good,” I said into her neck.
Last night, I’d been wishing she’d worn more clothes to bed, if only to keep a leash on my cock. But now, I wanted every stitch of cotton between us gone so I could feel each inch of her skin pressed against mine. Could suck her nipples into my mouth. Could feast on her pussy until she came. Could sink so deep inside, I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began.
Reaching around, I palmed her ass and tugged her hard up and against me, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Just as I slipped my fingers beneath the cotton fabric, the bedroom door slammed open, and in ran June, her fairy dress Rory had lent us on backward.
Nat jerked away, her eyes wide but cloudy, as if she’d woken from a sex-filled dream.
“I’m ready!” June yelled, climbing up to bounce on the bed. “Let’s go!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Junebug,” I said, maneuvering to catch her before she face-planted on us, while at the same time, working to hide my aching erection.
Nat glanced down and clearly noticed my predicament, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her eyes practically sparkled. “It’s not quite time yet, Junie B. But I think you could use some lip gloss. What do you think?”
“Yeah!” June slipped out of my arms and ran back into the hallway.
Nat tossed off the bedding, careful to leave me covered, and slipped out of bed. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants, but not before giving me an eyeful of her firm ass and the shadowed outline of her nipples hidden beneath her light purple tank.
She grabbed one of my hoodies and slipped it on before padding to the door. She stopped at the threshold, one hand against the trim as she glanced at me over her shoulder, her eyes positively gleaming. “I’ll keep her busy if you, um, wanna Edward Cullen one more thing today and take care of the beast in your pants by yourself.”
“Oh, you’re real funny.”
Her answering laughter spilled into the room even as she shut the door. With a groan, I slammed my head into the pillow, the heels of my hands pressed to my eyes as my cock still throbbed, demanding attention. If I didn’t take care of it now, there was no way I could be around Nat all day without being distracted by every move she made.
Taking advantage of being alone, I pushed my boxer briefs down far enough to free my cock and gripped it tightly. Usually, my fantasies featured faceless women—just abstract shapes doing the activities I wanted. Now, though, my eyes weren’t even closed before it was Nat’s face filling my mind. Her throaty moans in my ear and her hands clutching me closer.
I could still feel the heat of her pussy against me, and I bit my lip to stifle my groan. Fuck, I was already close. Already seconds away from coming, and I hadn’t done more than picture her kneeling on the side of the bed, her hands pulling down my sweatpants, her eyes locked on my achingly hard cock.
Apparently, I’d made a mistake imagining faceless, shapeless, nameless women when I’d only needed to picture one to get off.
“Nat,” I said, probably louder than I should have. But I was too far gone to care, my hand a blur over my thick erection, my thumb sweeping the head with each pass.
Commotion sounded in the hallway, but not enough to take me away from my thoughts. Not when I was this close. Notwhen, in my mind, I was about to paint her lips with my come before she’d even swiped her tongue over the head of my cock.
