It sure wasn’t split evenly in my mind. Each issue took front and center before moving to the back. We’d been lying in bed for at least thirty minutes. Jordan hadn’t moved, yet I knew she was awake. I swore I could hear the gears in her head turning.
I had no idea what to do. Did we talk about what happened or ignore it? I loved Jordan as a friend first, but this growing attraction—obsession—with her was becoming a problem. She’d never date me. She was anti-relationship, had severe commitment issues, and liked things in safe boxes, like Logan and me.
Yet, fuck. I saw her body react to my touch, and I wanted to experience that again. I clenched my fist, thinking about her being in Tyler’s sweatshirt, flirting with Liam in the pool…I sighed and covered my face with my forearm.
“Hey.” Her soft voice broke through the tension. “You need to relax and fall asleep. Tomorrow is a big deal for you.”
“I’m aware, thank you.”
“What would help you sleep?”
“Turning my mind off. Do you know how to unplug someone?”
She snorted, and the bed rustled as she moved closer to me. “If I knew that, I’d be a way different person. For real though, am I bothering you? I can move to the floor. It really isn’t a problem.”
“You being on the floor would bother me.”
Jordan scooted closer to me, so close that her body pressed into my side. Her warmth flooded me, along with her addicting scent.
“Does this feel good?”
She massaged my head with her fingers, digging them into my scalp and rubbing small circles. Instantly, I moaned. “Oh my god.”
“Good, right?” She laughed. “Okay, scoot down a bit.”
I did, and she moved behind me so my head sat in her lap. It took my cock two seconds to realize my mouth was like six inches from her pussy, and the same lightning-bolt lust went through me.
“Try to relax. Take deep breaths. I can do this until you fall asleep, okay?” She rubbed my head with her fingertips, each brush of her fingers causing my skin to tingle.
“Mm, Jordan.” I closed my eyes and tried to focus on her touch and not the warmth of her thighs around me. It was pitch-black, so I couldn’t see anything, but I could sure as fuck feel. My pulse raced with the urge to grab my cock and stroke. I wanted it so badly. Just to get a release to ease the tension and help me relax. I groaned a little, and Jordan stilled.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I barked out. “Feels good.”
“Why do you feel more tense?” She moved her hands to my shoulders and rubbed. “Dude, you’re like a brick wall right now. You gotta loosen up or you’ll play like this.”
“You think I don’t know that?” I snapped, not proud of myself. “Sorry, I’m?—”
“This might be a wild idea, so please tell me to shut up. But do you know what I do when I’m feeling this way?”
“I don’t know, Jordan. Strip?”
“Get off. Masturbate.”
I froze. All the oxygen in my lungs disappeared, and I choked on my own breath. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
Was it me or was her voice thicker than normal? My hand immediately went to my cock, and I was fucking huge. “Jordan…”
“Do you need any stimulation? Does this feel good, or do you need me to disappear in the bathroom for a little?”
“Stay.”
She ran her fingers over my pecs and up my neck. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, you know. We’re best friends, Preston. We help each other out when we need it, and if you need to get off to sleep, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”
“Fuck, Jordan,” I moaned, stroking myself to the point my eyes about rolled into my head. “I’m too dry.”
