Page 66 of More Than Friends

I don’t knowwhat’s happening. Did I somehow fall asleep and this is all a dream? It wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve had dirty dreams of him recently.

Jude stares at me, his hand running over the thick outline of his dick over and over again, as he waits for me to answer.

Did I slip in the shower and hit my head? Did I get too distracted touching myself with the hot water running over me that I somehow fell and I’m concussed?

This can’t be happening. Jude can’t be standing at the foot of my bed, wanting to make me come.

But I swear he’s real.

I should feel embarrassed at the fact that he caught me masturbating and that he might’ve even heard me moaning his name, but I’m not. I can’t possibly be when he looks at me like a man starved. He licks his lips as he waits for me to tell him to leave, and I don’t know how to tell him that now that he’s here, I don’t think I have the strength to stop whatever’s about to happen.

“We shouldn’t,” I manage to get out. The vibrator barely pushes against my clit from where I was seconds away from pushing it inside when he caught me. It’s so soft that it’s like atease, but with enough of that, paired with the hot desire in his eyes, I still feel incredibly close to coming.

“I don’t care if we shouldn’t.” The bed dips underneath his weight. I squeeze my thighs together at the hungry way he looks at me. Squeezing them together does nothing. In fact, it traps the vibrator between my thighs, making my entire body hum with arousal.

“We’re supposed to be friends.”

“Friends help friends, don’t they?”

I shake my head. “Not like this.” Why does he have to be so sexy? How can he possibly expect me to do the right thing here when he looks at me like nothing else matters in the world other than making me come?

He grabs onto the comforter, his eyebrows lifting in a silent question. He wants to know if he can pull it off me, and I don’t know what to say. Never in my life have I ever been caught like this. If it were any other person, I might feel embarrassed, but it’s impossible to feel that way when it’s so obvious how turned on he is right now. I glance down at his groin, finding his gray sweatpants tented with his very obvious erection.

I did that.

Me.

Warmth spreads through my entire body, knowing that just the thought of me made him hard like that.

“We said we’d keep each other in the friend zone.” My voice comes out weak and breathy. I’m throwing out excuses about why we shouldn’t do this, and it’s glaringly obvious that I don’t even believe the words I’m saying.

“If I were in the friend zone, would you be fucking yourself with a toy while imagining it was me?”

I moan. I can’t help it. His words are so sexy, and paired with the raspy, desperate tone of his voice, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.

“I just…” I pause when he just barely pulls on the comforter. It only exposes the tops of my hip bones, but it’s still more skin than a few moments ago, and he watches me carefully to see if I’ll stop him or not. “We said we’d be friends and not make things complicated.”

“You need to come…I’ve never wanted anything more than to make you come. Nothing about that seems complicated.”

He pulls the comforter down enough that all he’d need to do is tug it another two inches, and he’d see all of me.

He licks his lips again. They’re wet and shiny, and I have to close my eyes when I can’t help but wonder what his smirk would look like covered in my arousal. I squeeze my thighs together again, trying not to moan when the vibrator pulses against my clit with the movement.

“Char.” My name comes out so tightly, I wonder if he’s saying my name through gritted teeth.

I open my eyes, finding the muscle of his jaw ticking away as he stares at me so intensely that it takes my breath away.

My heart jolts at the way he looks at me, and my pulse pounds in anticipation. “What?”

His eyes flick down to the comforter before meeting my gaze. “This is your last chance to stop this. I’m trying to give you an out, but I’m at the end of my restraint. I don’t care what we’ve said in the past. I don’t care about what happens next. All I fucking care about is making you come so hard that touching yourself will never compare again.”

I moan and arch my back, the movement causing the comforter to slip completely.

Jude lets out a loud groan at the same moment air hits my lower half.

I don’t know what he can see with my thighs still squeezed together, but he stares at me in a way no man has ever looked atme before. He looks starved and desperate. I wonder if he even realizes that his tongue has peeked out to wet his lips again.

It’s clear the moment his resolve fully snaps. He lets out a low noise at the back of his throat that sounds a lot like a growl as he rips the comforter from my body completely and tosses it to the foot of the bed.