His hand brushes against the hem of my t-shirt before pushing it gently up my body, just far enough out of the way for his hand to graze the band of my underwear. His hand dips under the band slightly, and I suck in a breath.
“Fletch,” I whisper; he relocates his gaze to mine, “as much as I want that, what I really want is you inside of me.”
“Whatever you want.” He places a soft kiss on my lips before reaching into his nearby desk for a condom. He strips down the rest of the way, and I can’t help but stare at him. He rips open the condom, dropping the wrapper on the floor before sliding it on and moving back over me on the bed.
His eyes don’t leave mine as his hands find my underwear and pull them down my body. They don’t leave my eyes as he tosses my underwear across the room. And they still don’t shift as I lift my arms, allowing Fletcher to pull my t-shirt over my head.
And now it’s just us.
His thumb runs along my lower lip as he adjusts our bodies so he’s positioned between my legs.
“Are you sure about this?” His eyebrows knit together.
“I’m more sure about this than I’ve ever been about anything.”
His lips crash down onto mine, his tongue breaking right through the seam of my lips, taking full control of the kiss. Of the moment. And then, without another word, he gently sinks into me.
My back arches as my nails dig into his back.
Holy. Fuck.
He deepens our kiss as he pulls out of me slowly. Every inch of my body is on fire in the best way. Unlike the first time, this time, he slams back into me, filling me with a sensation I didn’t know waspossible. He thrusts into me again, and I let out a breathy moan, which he captures with a kiss.
He finds the perfect rhythm for our bodies. A mixture of fast and rough and gentle and passionate. His mouth finds the crook of my neck again, but this time, as he thrusts back into me, his teeth sink into my neck, and the sting is quickly replaced with the comfort of his lips.
He brushes the hair out of my face as he begins to pick up his pace. His hands sink into mine, pinning them against the bed as I get closer to my tipping point. His lips meet my chest, pushing me toward that point even quicker. My back arches, and my toes curl as I completely unravel. My nails dig into his hands as he continues to thrust into me, riding out my orgasm while getting him to his own.
His lips find mine once more as he reaches his own tipping point. His teeth tug on my bottom lip as he does, and then his forehead falls against mine.
He gently kisses me. I can feel the smile on his face as he does, and I slowly open my eyes. I honestly don’t know how I’m still seeing straight after that. I’ve never had an experience like that. The kind that has you seeing stars.
Fletcher rolls off of me and disposes of the condom before rolling back over. I turn onto my stomach, watching him as he draws lazy circles on my bare skin.
“What happens now?”
I don’t know if it’s the right question to ask after what just happened, but we went from our friendship ending to having sex in his bed, so I think I have every right to be confused.
“Well, I thought it was pretty clear. We’re not friends anymore.” My eyes widen slightly. Definitely not where I thought this was going. He chuckles. “Because we are more, Tate. So much more. And nothing is going to change that.”
thirty
Fletcher
Islept better last night than I ever have in my life.
Something about Tate being next to me, something about everything being out in the open, was like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
It wasn’t even the first time Tate and I had ever shared a bed, but this was different. It meant so much more than all of the sleepovers we’d had before.
I don’t even remember falling asleep last night. We were just talking, and then suddenly, I’m waking up in my bed—
Alone.
I suppose she was worried about the guys coming home and someone finding us, not that it would matter; I know they would be happy for us, but I understand her not wanting them to find out that way.
I just wish she had left a note or something.
Or woken me up.
