He cut me off with his mouth against mine, and surprisingly, I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to slip inside. This was so wrong, but fighting it seemed pointless. My hand left my top so I could pull him closer, and the fabric slipped, exposing my naked chest. Cool air hit me at the same time his hands did. I gasped as he caught my breast effortlessly.
His thumb brushed over my nipples in a slow, deliberate circle that stole every word I should’ve said. I gasped into his mouth, and he kissed me harder. Our bodies pressed together with ease as his hands slid down to my waist, and his fingers dipped in the band of my bikini bottoms. By the time my brain caught up enough to register that my bottoms were somewhere on the floor and his trunks were down by his ankles, we were already too far gone to stop.
“Say stop,and I’ll let you go,” I said firmly into Harlowe’s mouth as I held her breast in the palm of my hand like a water balloon.
My hand damn near disappeared into the softness. Her titties had me rethinking every life choice that had led to us staying just friends for so long. Everything I’d been pretending not to think about for the last two days was sitting right in my hand, and I couldn’t help but to drag my thumb over those big ass areolas. I lowered my head, closed my mouth around her nipple, and gave it one good suck, just to hear the sound she would make. Then I went right back to her mouth.
“Hash—” She gasped against my mouth, her back arching into my touch like her body had been waiting on this longer than her mouth would ever admit.
“Tell me to stop,” I muttered against her lips. “Tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll stop.” Her mouth opened and closed, but her lips never left mine. Her tongue never fought me, which was a win because I didn’t want to stop. I slid my other hand down over the curve of her waist, catching the band of her bikini bottoms. One tug, and they were untied and landing on the floor. She didn’t push me away, didn’t close her legs . . . just clutched my shoulders and kissed me harder like she’d decided right alongside me we were doing this.
I eased her down onto the table, never breaking contact. Her curls spilled over the little headrest as she glanced up at me with wide eyes. Her lips parted, and her chest was rising and falling fast. I had to take a moment to stop and stare. Harlowe was naked on a massage table in front of me. Her legs opened, and that pretty pussy glistened. This was a chance to really think about this shit, to feel wrong, to feel the pressures of bro code and morals, but the only thing I felt was hungry to taste her. I glanced down at her as I lowered myself between her thighs, pausing for half a second. If she was going to change her mind, now was the time.
“Last chance, Lowe.” My hand was already snaking its way up her inner thigh. She held my gaze. She didn’t flinch, and it didn’t look like she was second guessing. Her knees fell open a little more, and that pretty pearl jumped at me, giving me my answer.
“Bet.” I nodded and wasted no time bending over to kiss her thigh, then her lower lips as my hand slid back up to cup her breast. I stayed like that for a minute, memorizing that pretty pussy and letting her feel my breath tickle her clit. I wanted her past words, past jokes, past the point of no return.
“Hasheem—” The way she moaned my name right then? Yeah. That was my green light to dive in, and I did. I’d always told myself I never thought about Harlowe like this. I wasn’t one of them niggas sitting up for years plotting on his best friend. Yeah, I liked her in the beginning, but soon as Marcus claimed her, that was dead. At least that’s what I kept saying. The way she opened up for me now, though . . . the way her body was melting in my damn mouth had every feeling I’d ever shoved down about her knocking loud.
I eased her legs back and took my time with her, tongue and mouth working until I learned every inch of what drove her crazy. I wanted to know the spot that made her hips jerk, the slurp that made her thighs shake. I wanted to know everything.
“Oooh . . . Hasheem,” she cried as her fingers slipped in my hair. It was soft at first, like she didn’t know whether to pull me up or push me deeper. When she pushed me deeper, I took that as my cue to go in. I sucked and licked her with precision, making her unravel. I’d never been the jealous type before, but as I feasted on Harlowe, I knew I didn’t want nobody else ever hearing her come apart like this. Every ooh, every ahh that fell out of her mouth? That belonged to me now.
“Ooh, fuck.” Her legs started shaking as her fingers tightened in my hair. She was cumming.
“I got you.” I breathed into her center. “Wet my fucking face.” I slapped my hand across her clit as I sucked. “Make a mess.”
“Right there . . . right there.”
She was unraveling for me, and I loved that shit. I stayed right there, just like she wanted, slurping up her juices and licking her clit. Watching her fall apart, I knew I was the one who was causing it, and that had me ready to risk it all. By the time I finally dragged myself back up her body, my own self-control was hanging on by a thread. Going down on Harlowe was one thing, but entering her was an entirely different ball game.
I wiped my face and slid my fingers into my mouth, savoring her juices as she stared up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pussy lips were beautifully swollen.
“You good?” I asked, attempting to lower her legs and back away.
“Better than good,” she rushed out. “Don’t. I want it.” Her hands slid down my back, around my waist, holding me between her legs as she fumbled with the band of my shorts.
“You sure?” I asked again, because I had to. “If we do this, Harlowe, we not going back to how it was before.” She swallowed and looked me dead in my eyes.
“We already not going back,” she said softly. “So you might as well fuck?—”
Her voice faded on the last word, but I heard it. Hell, I felt it.
“Come here.” I pulled her to the end of the table and shoved my shorts down enough to let my dick breathe.
“Protection.” She pointed to the end table next to the massage table. I shook my head as I reached for one. Of course, these people had a little gold bowl of condoms sitting by the oils. Duality knew what they were doing. I grabbed one with a gold wrapper and tore it open. I rolled it on quick. My damn hands were shaking. This wasn’t some random hookup. I was about to be inside my best friend. I wrapped a hand around the back of her thigh, the other at her hip, and eased my dick to her entrance, lining us up slowly. My whole body jolted when I slid inside her. Her pussy was so warm, wet, and tight it almost had me seeing stars.
“Fuck.” I exhaled as her fingers dug into my back and her hips lifted to let me in. We’d done damn near everything together in this life. We’d shared graduations, funerals, heartbreak, wins and losses, but this was in a category all on its own. Feeling Harlowe’s pussy contract around my dick as her juices gushed was different.
“Shit.” She threw her head back, and her eyes squeezed shut for a second. I understood the feeling. I had to shut my own damn eyes for a second to stop from busting too early. I was almost mad that Harlowe had this good pussy between her legs this entire friendship.
“You know how crazy it is for you to feel this damn good and I’m just now finding out?” I asked, voice raspy as I set a rhythm that felt like us. Slow and intense—that’s how I thrusted inside of her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and I continued delivering long, deep strokes into her middle.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Don’t stop!”
A rough sound broke out of me. She didn’t have to say that shit twice. Every time I drove in, her body grabbed onto me like she wasn’t trying to let me go. It damn near knocked the wind out of me. I had to lock my jaw just to focus on keeping my pace. She must have felt it too because she squirmed.
“Unh uh,” I grunted, my fingers fighting against her thighs. “Stay right there. Don’t run from it.”
