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I shouldn’t havemy hands all over my best friend’s little sister. I definitely shouldn’t be offering to be the first person to put my tongue on her sweet cunt. Especially not when her whole goal is getting my other best friend into bed. The senator’s son who she actually wants. Not the friend with no pedigree, no money and soon probably no career either.
But Madison Westfield is in my head and under my skin. She’s fucking gorgeous, smart, funny, and genuine—so fucking honest it’s almost to a fault. So trusting that she’s in my lap letting me play with her and confessing everything she likes. All while her brother could come home at any minute and murder me on the spot. Xander would probably happily help bury my body. Especially since his sister is about the same age.
I can’t stop myself though. I’m fucking in lust with this girl. The way she laughs, the way she looks at me, the soft way she speaks to me when she’s shy about whatever she’s admitting to. The confident way she tells me off. That’s before we get to how her brain works and the random shit that comes out of her mouth, or the way she knew I felt out of place when I first got here and offered me a bed to sleep in despite my grouchy ass mocking her attempts at getting Xander’s attention.
I’ve always been more of a serial monogamist than anything. Where Xander and Tobias will have a different woman every couple of nights, I usually try to keep her around for a while. But a girl like Madison is more than that. She’s the take-home-to-meet-the-parents girlfriend type. Except I don’t have parents to meet or any idea how to treat a girlfriend. Which means I have no business even touching her. But fuck do I want to.
“Can I touch you?” The words slip out of my mouth before I can even stop them.
“Over my clothes?”
“Whatever makes you feel good.”
Her hands go to the button and zipper on her jeans, and she undoes them before she reaches for my hand. She places hers on top of it and guides me the rest of the way over her abdomen, up over the elastic band of her panties, and settles my hand between her legs.
I have to close my eyes for a second when I feel the heat of her against my hand, count to ten, and remind myself this isn’t one of the women I’m used to. She doesn’t want me. Isn’t trying to fuck me so she can say she slept with the quarterback or pretend that we mean more than we do. Madison isn’t any of the things that normally give me anxiety. She just wants to experiment. She just wants to know how it feels and I’m only too willing to give it to her.
I take a deep breath and kiss the side of her neck, gently stroking my middle finger over her through the cotton. She’s so wet, just that little bit of pressure has her soaking through, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning.
There’s a little intake of breath on her part when I pass over her again with more pressure on the next go. I watch her eyes close, and I kiss her just beneath her ear.
“I like the way you kiss,” she whispers.
“I like the way you feel. The way you breathe when I touch you… you’re gorgeous, Madison.”
Her lashes flutter at the compliment, and she tries to sneak a look at my face when she thinks I’m not paying attention. At least until I pass over her again and she closes her eyes and rolls her hips up to meet me.
“Is this good, or you want something else?”
“Whatever you’d normally do.”
I don’t normally coach my friend’s sister through her orgasm, so I’m lost at sea when it comes to this. Only knowing that I don’t want to overwhelm her.
“There is no normal. It’s whatever feels good for you. Whatever you think you want we can try.”
“I want to feel your fingers on me without anything in between,” she whispers.
I inch my fingers under the band a moment later, sliding them under the lace and cotton she has on, and there’s a small gasp when the pads of my fingers slip over her clit. I groan when I feel how wet she is.
“Fuck, Madness. Are you always this wet?”
“Sometimes.”
“You want my fingers inside or just over your clit?” I start to stroke her, and her eyes shutter again, soft sounds that are half moans and gasps come out of her. It’s the most perfect kind of torture listening to her.
“Both. It feels so good. The guys before… Sorry. That’s rude. It’s just… You’re so good at this. It actually feels really good. Like I could come just like this.”
The praise she gives, knowing how earnest it is coming from her, sweeps over me. Leaving me wanting her even more than I thought I did before. More than I thought I could. This girl is like a riptide, pulling me under with every confession she makes.
“Has a guy made you come like this before?” I don’t even know how I want her to answer. I hate the idea that she’s been deprived, but I love the idea of being the first.
“No, not just like this. With a toy once. But he was pissed, and I felt guilty.”
“Never feel guilty. Do you want a toy now? I don’t mind if you want one. We can get you one for next time and try again.”
“No. I want to try like this…” Her words break when she moans again, burying her face into me. “Oh fuck. That feels so good.”
I smile at the way she curses until I feel her hand creeping its way up my thigh, coming dangerously close to my cock. Her nails dig into me through my clothes as I start to pick up my pace, her breathing gets heavier and her moans are a little louder.
