Kissing her again, I look into her eyes as her fingers thread through my hair, and I begin to move inside her. Her heels dig into my ass with a firm pressure as I grind into her. This is definitely not my usual style of fucking. I’m typically into a touch of kink, hard and fast, but with Alex, I want to treat her right. She’s not some easy lay I can use and abuse. I need to do this the right way. Not my usual, bad-boy rocker way.
She feels so fucking good around my cock, and even though everything in my head is telling me this is friends fucking, it feels like more. Like there’s more in this than I’m willing to acknowledge. My chest is squeezing tight, and my stomach is fucking fluttering. A layer of goose bumps prickles my skin as the air continues to buzz with the electricity circulating us.
As I thrust into her, I can’t help but let out a moan, but our kiss muffles it. My hand moves to hers, interlocking our fingers next to her head as we strive toward our climaxes. We feel so connected, I notice we’re truly bonding, and we can only get stronger from this. Her warmth encases me as her pussy tightens around my cock.
Her kisses begin to lag, and I know she’s getting close.
I pull my lips from hers and trail kisses down her jaw to her neck. She moans loudly as she rides out the start of her orgasm. Her nails push into my hand and down my back as her heels dig into my ass.
Alex’s muscles clench, her pussy constricts, and she throws her head back in a fit of passion. Her back arches off the bed, letting me hit the right spot, and as I thrust up inside her, she screams out my name, exploding in a massive orgasm. Her eyes clench shut as her body relaxes, but her pussy grips tightly around my cock, making me gasp, and immediately it sends off a chain reaction for me. A tingle shoots down my spine, my balls tighten and pull up, and a layer of sweat coats my skin. The building pressure causes me to shudder, my balls squeeze, and I explode inside her with a long, drawn-out moan as I bite down on her collarbone. Not hard, just enough to make her moan out in delight.
We both pant as she drops her legs from around me, and I plant feather-light kisses along her collarbone and jaw as I slowly make my way back up to look at her. When I gaze into her eyes, they’re heavy and lazy, but she seems so happy as she smiles at me.
“Wow,” she murmurs, and I chuckle. Leaning in, I press my lips to hers and kiss her passionately.
“You’re amazing,” I murmur.
“I’m exhausted, is what I am,” she answers, and I kiss her gently again while I pull out and roll to her side.
“I’m not done with you yet. One more, then you can rest,” I say, and she opens her eyes wide.
I roll her on her side away from me and move in, spooning her from behind. My cock is still semi-hard, but right now, this is about Alex, and as she relaxes her back into me, I move her top leg up and over mine, then slide my hand between her legs to find her clit.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Alex,” I whisper in her ear, then bite her lobe.
“You already have,” she whispers back, then moans as I flick her clit.
Chapter Twenty-Four
ALEX
My body aches, but in a delicious way, as my eyes slowly open. Light filters in from the open curtains, sending in beams of morning sun. Dust particles drift through the air, giving the morning a magical feel as I lay here basking in the afterglow of the night before. Matt’s arm is draped over my naked body, still clinging to me, as my back is pressed against his very naked front. I feel all of him, including his morning erection, and I chew on my bottom lip, wondering if I should take advantage of that right now.
Our relationship has changed irrevocably. We are best friends, but we’ve now crossed a line and slept together. But what we did last night wasn’t just sex, not for me. It felt like more. I don’t think you have sex like that with just anyone.
At least I don’t.
Closing my eyes, I relish in the moment a little longer. I’m not sure exactly how long I’ve wanted this. But being here, in Matt’s arms, feels… so right.I just hope he feels this too.
I slowly move my hand to lace my fingers with his hand that’s resting on my stomach, and he takes in a deep breath like he’s just woken. He murmurs slightly, shifting his weight and squeezes my hand in his, then leans in gently, kissing my shoulder.
“Morning,” he whispers.
Smiling, I turn my head slightly to look at him. Matt’s eyes are still hazy, and his hair is disheveled.
He looks perfect.
I roll over, facing him, and he smiles at me, looking in my eyes. “Morning,” I murmur back.
He brings his hand up, moving some hair behind my ear, and caresses my cheek in an intimate gesture. It’s tender and sweet, and I nuzzle into his palm as he smiles weakly.
“So… we’re still best friends, right?” he asks out of nowhere, and I pull my eyebrows together more in shock than anything else.
Is he serious?
We had an amazing night together.
I thought we shared a deep emotional connection.
