Wetness pools between my legs. His voice alone is enough to make me slick with want. It’s such an anomaly, hearing those words come from the mouth of someone I’ve known as only a friend for so long. It’s taboo and hushed like a forbidden thing that should never be spoken aloud, and yet he does with such confidence.
I want to hear more of it. I want to break every rule that’s ever been set between two friends since the dawn of time, because if I spend one more second like this with Jamie’s growing erection pressed against my ass, I might combust. We could create ourown galaxy with the amount of tension that’s boiling between us. Another big bang. More moons than either of us can count.
“Do you think about it?” he asks, voice husky and low. It grates against my skin like sandpaper, raising all the hairs along my neck. He moves, and then I again feel his lips along the shell of my ear. “Please tell me you do.”
I should be on the edge of another anxiety attack right now. This is all too different, too uncharted. Instead, I’m on the edge of his words as if they’re a cliff, and I’m ready to jump off.
“Yes.”
My voice is all but a whisper. I don’t even know if he’s heard me, but then his head dips and he’s pressing his forehead into the back of my shoulder. He lets out another pained groan. He’s questioning this just as much as I am, but if he doesn’t make a move in the next five seconds, I might just have to do it for him.
“This is crazy. How did we get here, Rae?”
I shake my head and grip the edge of the sink tightly to keep my hands from shaking, the urge to grab him so strong, this magnetic pull that just keeps getting stronger. “I don’t know,” I say, “but I don’t want to go back.”
Finally, I’ve spoken the magic words. Jamie spins me around to face him and cups my cheek with one hand, the other still latched to my hip. “You want this?” he asks, needing my spoken consent. “You’re absolutely sure?” I nod, my arms reaching instinctively for him, but it’s not enough. “I need to hear you say it, Raegan.”
This is it. It’s time to jump. I swallow hard, focusing on the softness of his lips and the sweat beading on his brow. “Yes. I want this.” Then add in an embarrassing whimper. “Please.”
Jamie unleashes himself upon me, like a wolf freed from a cage. His mouth collides with mine, and all the breath rushes from my lungs. He tastes sweet and feral. Every slide of his lips along mine sends a rush of longing to my core. As he kisses me,his hands slip to my thighs and lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist for leverage as he places me gently on the counter.
“Fuck,” he growls, moving his lips to my jaw and beneath my chin. “I need to touch you. Can I take these off?” He’s tugging at my leggings, so I lift my hips and allow him to pull them down my legs. They get caught on my ankles and I giggle as he dramatically yanks them free and tosses them onto the kitchen table, knocking over a salt shaker in the process.
“That’s bad luck,” I say before sliding my fingers through the soft strands of his hair.
His head tips back and his eyes close at the feel of my nails scratching against his scalp. “I’ll burn some incense.”
“I can get you a discount at my cousin’s shop.”
“Such generosity,” he teases with a grin. “How can I repay you?”
His hands roam from my hips to my inner thighs, slowly spreading them further apart. The moment he touches the fabric of my underwear he’ll be able to feel how wet I am. My first instinct is to be embarrassed, but then the feeling flits away like a hummingbird on a breeze. This is easy. This isn’t a hookup with a stranger, this is Jamie. I can be honest, and right now I want him to know what his actions are doing to me.
My gaze drops to where his fingers are poised along the lining of the fabric that’s still hiding what he wants to feel. He said he needed to touch me. All he has to do is move half an inch.
Jamie follows my line of sight, and together we watch as his thumb slowly dips beneath the front of my underwear and slides between my seam. My gasp is far too loud, but I can’t look away. I’m slick with want. His thumb easily glides along the inside of my lips until he reaches my clit, and then he presses down. Pleasure floods my core and more wetness pools beneath his touch.
“You’re so eager for me,” he murmurs. “I’m not even inside you yet.”
He continues to slide his thumb along the same path he traced, adding gentle pressure each time he comes in contact with my clit. I want to keep watching the movements, but my eyes flutter closed, and it’s getting harder to hold my head up. I lean back and rest my head against the cabinet door, then Jamie surprises me by slipping his thumb inside me.
Before my moan has a chance to subside he’s already pulled back out. “You feel too good. I need to see what I do to you, not just feel it.” Then he grips the waistband of my underwear and removes them completely.
Now that I’m bare before him, he takes no time plunging two fingers inside me. My mouth opens to let out a gasp but no sound comes out. I’m overstimulated, gasping for air. He pulls his fingers out slowly, coated in my glistening arousal, then dips them back in, each time stroking my inner walls in search of the perfect spot. Meanwhile, his opposite hand retains its placement on my outer thigh, holding me in place. The pressure is building in my core, and the muscles in my stomach start to clench. I need the soothing comfort of his lips while his fingers achingly guide me up to the peak of my climax.
I’m panting desperately. “Kiss me?”
His eyes meet mine with tenderness. “You never have to ask.”
So I lean in and melt into his kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth searching, exploring with languid strokes. But I still need more. I’m teetering on the precipice, but something is keeping me from falling.
“Harder.”
Jamie fingers slam into me with his next thrust and I actually let out a pornographic moan. It’s instinctual. He pounds forcefully against my core, intentionally pressing hard against my clit as he moves, and soon my inner walls are screaming.A flutter builds and builds and then it takes flight. I’m coming harder than I ever have with the tools at my own disposal, and I cry out from the intensity of it, my arms on Jamie pulling him into me, panting into his shoulder.
He continues plunging into me, pulling away from me to take my jaw in his other hand to hold me steady enough to continue our kiss. Our mouths are open, sloppily sharing air and spit and I can’t get enough of it. He presses himself against the inside of my thigh, and I feel his erection begging for friction. Finally, he heaves me over the peak and continues stroking me through the full wave of my orgasm before pulling away.
Jamie takes a step back, disconnecting from me for the first time since the initial kiss. His face is flushed and we’re both panting from the intensity of what just happened.
