Page 71 of More Than Friends

His smile gets wider as his fingers softly move a piece of wet hair from my face. “Oh, I remember every single thing you said. Every sound you made. I’ll never be able to forget any of it.”

I squirm at his words, unable to fight my own smile. I know I shouldn’t, but I melt at his admission. I want him to remember because I know there’s no way I’ll ever forget the way he made me come. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and it wasn’t even because of Jude’s obvious skill. It’s the fact that it was…Jude.

I bite my lip as an idea pops into my head. Jude presses a soft kiss to my neck as I let my hand drift down his body. The moment my fingertips press against his lower abs, he jumps. His muscles tighten underneath my skin as he brings his head to mine.

“Char…” he rasps, air hissing through his teeth when I let my hand drift even lower.

He looks at me through his glasses as I continue to move my hand lower until I find the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Your turn,” I whisper, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I don’t want this to stop between us, at least not yet; not until I can make him come too.

Before I can get my hand under his waistband, Jude’s fingers are wrapping around my wrist, preventing me from going any further. “Wait,” he mutters, his features unrecognizable as he looks into my eyes.

Embarrassment courses through my veins at the way he stops me from doing anything. Does he not want me to?

“It isn’t that I don’t want you to,” he hurriedly gets out, his words hoarse. It’s as if he can read my mind. I swear there’s a blush creeping on his cheeks as he looks down for a moment before meeting my eyes again.

“Then let me make you come,” I plead, not caring that there’s a neediness to my tone. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be embarrassed about the way he caught me touching myself, followed by begging him to let me make him come moments after he gave me the best orgasm of my life, but tonight, I don’t let the embarrassment in. I can’t, not when I want him as much as I do right now.

Jude smiles, and something about it soothes the part of me that was still a little nervous that now that he made me come, he was done with whatever’s happening between us tonight.

His cheeks get even more red. I have no idea why he’s blushing, but I love it. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him this affected, and there’s a certain power I feel knowing I have the ability to make him react that way. He rubs his lips together for a moment before he traces my cheekbone with the hand not holding my wrist. “You know how I said watching you come was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen?”

I nod, even though I can’t help but be confused by the question.

He sighs. “Well, I meant that. It was so sexy watching you—tasting you—come…that I couldn’t help it.” He pauses for a moment, looking down at where my hand rests against his waistband before looking at me again.

“You couldn’t help what?”

He closes his eyes. “I came.”

My eyes go wide as I process his words. “But I didn’t…”

He lets out a nervous laugh before opening his eyes to look at me, and something about the sound of his laugh makes my heart squeeze in my chest. I’ve always seen the confident, charming side of him, but I can’t help but love seeing this side of him too. The one that blushes and chuckles nervously.

“I didn’t touch you yet,” I finish, my voice quiet.

He groans, and it’s just another thing I love hearing the sound of. “You didn’t have to. I don’t think you understand how much I’ve wanted you, how much I’ve thought about finally touching you and tasting you. The moment that finally happened, I was done for. You were moaning my name, and your pussy was greedily hugging my fingers as you came on my tongue, and it was so sexy that it made me come undone.”

My heart pounds at his admission. I look between us, noticing for the first time the wet stain on the front of his sweatpants.

I did that.

I wet my lips as I stare at it. I didn’t even have to touch him, and I did that.

My entire body heats again at the realization.

“Are you thinking that I’m pathetic for coming in my pants before you ever got the chance to touch me?” I love the vulnerability in his voice. I’m realizing that even after a year of friendship, I really haven’t seen Jude become fully vulnerable until recent weeks. Now that he’s not afraid to show me this side of him, it’s hard not to continue to fall for him.

I bite my lip and shake my head before I let my fingers dance over the thick outline tenting his sweatpants. Even though he already came, he’s still hard. “No, I’m not thinking you’re pathetic at all. I’m thinking that I love that I had the power to make you come without even touching you, but I’m still really looking forward to touching you, and I’m hoping you’ll let me.”

He clenches his jaw as I stroke up and down him again. “You have so much power over me, and you don’t even realize it. I’m yours to touch and do whatever you want with, Char. But first, let’s both clean up a little bit, then I need you to eat something because you never came out to eat, andthenyou’re mine for the night.”

I groan because I don’t want to wait. “What if I want you right now?”

He presses his forehead to mine; his glasses press into me, but I don’t even care. I love him in glasses too much to say anything. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

I smile. I don’t know if I should do it or not, but I press my lips to his because I want to feel his lips against mine again. If he doesn’t want me to kiss him, he doesn’t act like it. He immediately meets my tongue with his, the two of us taking a moment for a lazy kiss before I pull away enough to talk. “If I’m killing you, does that mean you’ll let me make you come right now?” As if to prove a point, I run my hands along his length, hoping he’ll give in and let us continue instead of waiting.