But then there was the distant third option. The attraction-lust option. Maddie loved sex, talked about it, and had no qualms about friends with benefits. She also wouldn’t be shocked to learn I thought she was sexy.She was aware of how she looked, and even now, shekeptgrinding against me.
We stared at each other in silence, willing the other to break it, and the air in the tent that stifled me like the warm humidity. She swallowed loud, and I let my gaze drop from her face to her wet lips, her nipples tightening under her sweater, and to her hands on my chest. She dug her nails into my shirt, almost like she too was afraid of ruining the moment.
I let go of her hip and moved it up her side, stopping just to the right of her breast. She trembled and let out a needy, breathy moan as I continued, oh so slowly. Her soft skin was divine and warm, andgoddamn.The way her body squirmed as I traced around her nipple, not quite grazing it. The thought of touching her gripped me, had me in a chokehold. I’d dreamed about doing this foryears,and here she was, on top of me and looking at me like she wanted me just as much. Her needy fingers and wild eyes gave me the confidence boost I lacked. Physical was safe. Feelings were not.
“You want it straight?” I asked, my voice way too husky and deep. She didn’t mind. Her eyes darkened, and if I wasn’t mistaken, she panted. I arched my hips, so she felt my reaction even more. “This is why I sat away from you. This is why I was hoping to hide in the tent and fall asleep before you got in here.”
She rocked her hips on me, her heat flooding my already rock-hard cock. “You feel huge.”
I barked out a strangled laugh. “You’ve never wondered?”
“Sure, yeah,” she said, her voice breathless. Her eyes were the widest I had seen, and she kept licking her tongue. “Have you?”
“Wondered? Wondered what?” I asked. I wanted her to say it. Having her speak it made it more real.
“About me?” she said, her voice throaty.
“Maddie.” I narrowed my eyes, my heart skipping a beat. This was a fantasy come to life, yet it felt fragile, too delicate, where a single word could ruin it all. “I avoided you because I can’t stop thinking about you this way.”
She gasped and her nostrils flared. “What do you wonder?”
Every fucking thing you could imagine.
“You want me to spell it out for you? Can you not feel how fucking hard I am?” My control was running out. I either needed her to get off me or remove her clothes. I knew what I preferred, but either option would work.We were approaching theno returnzone.
“Say it.” Her eyes flared, and I could see the pulse at the base of her throat. God, I wanted to taste her skin. Not in a creepy way, but in aI want to know every little detail about youway, from how her skin felt against my tongue to the way her inner thighs trembled if I bit on them.
I pushed myself up so we were almost chest to chest, with her legs still wrapped around me. It was almost a weird sexual hug, but it gave me better access to touch her. I ran a hand from her neck, down the center of her chest, and stopped on her stomach. “You never wear a bra, and it drives me insane. Makes me want to bite you through your shirt.”
Maddie whimpered, her eyes lighting up. “Do it. I want you to do it.”
“Do it?” I repeated, the back of my mind whittling with alarm bells. This third option, that of giving into the lust without talking to her about the emotion, might satisfy me right now, but I’d hate myself later. My cock throbbed when she pushed her chest out at me.
“Yes, do what you’ve thought about, please.”
It was the please that had me bending my head and placing my mouth over her pebbled nipple. I flicked the tip with my tongue and bit down over the fabric, the metal of the bar clinking against my teeth.Goddamn.I groaned against her, white-hot desire coursing my veins like a drug.With one nibble, I was addicted.
I repeated the process with her other breast and pulled back to see her face. She had a lopsided grin that made my heart skip a beat. “How did that feel?”
“Naughty.” She stared at my mouth. “I love it. Your mouth is so hot.”
I slipped my fingers under the damn top that had teased me all day, and I trailed them up her stomach and to her ribcage. I stopped just short of her breast and looked at her. She watched me with her mouth parted and her tongue wetting her bottom lip. I took a breath and cupped both her breasts, fulfilling one of my longest fantasies.
“Fuck,” I said, teasing them and flicking her nipples. They were the perfect handfuls, and suddenly, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I yanked the sweater over her hair and eyed her. Her tits were divine, perky and pink and small and pebbled with the sexiest metal bar between each one. I could die happy with her tits in my mouth, and I brought my lips to her tip and sucked, hard and long.
“Mattie,”she moaned, pulling the ends of my hair as I swirled my tongue. This was better than any fantasy, and I nipped and teased and flicked until she shook against me. I tugged the metal with my teeth, causing her to groan even louder, and let myself touch her ass as I feasted on her tits. I did all the things I dreamed about, and it wasn’t enough. We’d already crossed the line, so why not obliterate it altogether?
I held onto her back and lifted her up only to set her on her back on my sleeping bag. If we were doing this, and it seemed like we really were, I wantedeverything. I continued kissing her chest, down her soft stomach, and stopped at her leggings. The light cast shadows over her, and she lay there, her breasts on display and her face drunk with pleasure. Her nostrils flared before she said, “I need that beard between my legs, Matt. More than I can breathe.”
“Ah, we’re on the same page then.” I grinned and tugged the hem of her leggings. I slid them off and stared at the black lace panties she wore. She was a thing of fantasies. Soft skin, long curves, thick muscles. She was unabashed of her body. I bent down and inhaled her scent, the musk of her desire obliterating any hold of restraint. My entire body shook with need and desperation, and I spread her legs apart, getting an eyeful. Then, I ripped the panties off, and my mouth watered at the sight of her.
“Jesus,” I said, bending down and gliding my tongue around her inner thigh. She thrashed on the sleeping bag, each movement an entire new side of her I never knew. I nipped her sensitive skin before flattening my tongue against her pussy. Her taste and moans were everything. She owned me at this point, the way she arched her hips and pulled me closer. I could barely breathe with how tight she had me against her. She moaned my name as I flicked against her clit, drunk on her sounds and wetness.
I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling my fingers and thrusting as I matched the pace with my tongue. I put one hand on her stomach to hold her in place, almost in shock this was happening. My favorite human in the world had the best tits and most delicious pussy, and she cried outmyname.
“Matt, yes,yes.”
Her muscles clenched, and her movement got wilder.
