Until recently…
Until invite-only night, booze, and Freya reopened the flood gates.
Throwing caution to the wind, I tilt my head and dive intous. This strange new universe where this is happening. Where this is a thing. And it’s good. Oh, so freakin’ good.
In fact, no. That’s doing his mouth a disservice.
Calling this ‘good’ is a crime.
My lips tingle. My core feels fuzzy. Muscles clench inside me. They’re not alien or uncharted, but my body’s response is different than when I watch porn. His scent and the feel of him, the heat and the sheer presence ofZachmake this experience infinitely more tantalizing.
When his hands grip my head, tangling in my hair to tug me the way he wants me, I surge forward, not content that our mouths are the only point of connection. My fingers stroke over his scalp too, and I savor the crisp lines of his fade against the sensitive tips.
God, there’s so much sensation. It’s everywhere and in everything and in every touch and kiss and?—
“Denver,” he moans.
And my heart stutters.
My name… He said my name.No. He moaned it. “Sweet Home Alabama,” I had no idea my name could sound so hot!
As our torsos meet over the massive console between us, I mewl, further dissatisfied by our present location.
Pulling back, he nips at my bottom lip when I attempt to seek another kiss. “We have a couch upstairs.”
There’s no stutter. More confidence. But there’s something to his timbre that sets me at ease. Enough that I rasp, “We also have a bed. Multiple beds, in fact.”
His eyes flare. “Not until you’re ready?—”
“I’m not saying we have to… you know. But it’d be more comfortable.” It’s my turn to brush my thumb over his cheek. “You make me feel good. Is that so wrong?”
“Oh, gorgeous, there’s definitely nothing wrong with that.”
“Gorgeous?”
He shrugs.
I study him. “Don’t call me anything you’ve called anyone else. I’m not anyone else, Zach.”
“You’re not anyone else, I agree. Gorgeous isyou. It’s us. Our friendship. I used it on you when you were drunk and it’s been on the tip of my tongue ever since.”
The pained note in his voice makes my pulse soar. “You’ve genuinely been thinking about me for a while?”
“Yes.” The word’s more of a croak.
“Since when?”
“I-I-I guess invite-only night. You wore that black dress with the thin straps. Y-Your…” A finger swoops down and traces an imaginary path where they sat on my shoulders before merging into the neckline. He runs it along the upper slope of my breasts, urging a shiver out of me. Which is a miracle considering how much polyester is between me and his bare skin. “You looked beautiful. I told you but I couldn’t tell you that as soon as you left, I jacked off on the couch. To your picture.”
“What?!”
He licks his lips. “Couldn’t help it. Apparently, I’m as dumb as Pecan because I knew how gone I was for you. As far back as then.”
AndIcan’t help clambering higher onto the seat so I can lean deeper into him, letting my tongue tangle with his. The groan that filters from him lights me up inside. My nipples bud from his simple touch, but it’s the thought of him jacking off overmeon one of the most bizarre nights of my college career, the most mortifying and soul-destroying one too, that brings me to my knees.
“We need to go upstairs.”
“Definitely,” I mewl.
