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“Josh,” I whisper, simply wanting to say his name as he pleasures me with his mouth. He growls something indiscernible, and licks me from bottom to top and back down again. One thick finger dips back into me and he does a quick check in as small spasms ripple around his finger.
“Em,” he groans. “So hot and wet for me.”
The key words…for me. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this hot, wet or turned on by any other man in the world. If I had it my way, this wouldn’t be a one-night thing. It’d be an every night thing. We have my brother to consider, though. He wouldn’t like this one little bit.
Hey, you’re a big girl, Ember. You can sleep with anyone you want.
While that’s true, my brother wouldn’t see it that way.
Damn well make Liam see it that way.
Okay, yes, yes, I will. Providing Josh wants more after tonight. If it’s as good for him as it is for me, then he’s going to want more than one night. Which means I am going to blow his…mind. Somehow. It’s not like I’m that experienced. With Josh, though, I want to go all in. I feel less self-conscious and giving pleasure is as important as being pleasured.
He adds a second finger, and vibrations begin deep in my core. Sharp teeth nip at my clit, and then he sucks it in until it’s so swollen and stimulated, y brain is no longer able to keep focus.
“Yes,” is all I can manage to get out as I grab the back of his head and drag it harder against my pussy. Who am I? I’m not sure, but like I said, I’m a different person with Josh. A freer one, and I like it. My entire body breaks, a dam letting go, and I come all over his mouth and fingers, my hot release pulling a moan from the depths of his lungs. He likes this. He likes my cum on his face. Well, dammit, he can have it there any time he likes.
“Em, baby, look at you.”
I meet his hungry gaze, the heat and need in his eyes teasing my arousal again. His face is wet from my release and weirdly, something about that creates a deeper intimacy between us. We’ve always been friends. Not like this, though. Something is happening here. I’m sure of it.
It could be post-orgasmic bliss, Em.
It could be, and I’m not going to think about that. Not when he has a raging hard-on and I have a free mouth. I move forward, nudging him with my body and he rocks backward. His eyes are dazed, like pleasuring me and making me come has affected him more than me.
I slide off the bed and put my arms around him. He angles his head, still dazed. I reach between our bodies and he groans, throwing his head back as I dip my hands into his boxers and massage his thick cock.
“Em, that is good.”
“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper and his eyes pop open.
“Yeah?”
His response brings a smile to my face. Why does that seem like such a ludicrous idea to him?
“You don’t have?—”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” I slide my tongue over my bottom lip to entice him and as his entire body weakens, I nudge him back until he’s spread flat out on the floor.
He goes up on his elbows and I position myself between his legs. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah, Josh. That’s what I’m going to do.”
I don’t particularly think I’m the blow-job queen, but as I take him into my mouth, deeper than I’d ever taken my boyfriend, he grunts his approval and it fills me with confidence. I shut my eyes, enjoying the flavor on the tip of his cock, and the way he stretches my mouth. This time, I’m not going to think about my performance, hoping I’m doing it right. I’m going to let nature guide me, do what feels right, instead of worrying about whether I’m doing it porn style or not—something my ex watched and wanted me to live up to. Douche bag. Maybe it was a good thing I caught him with my roommate. Honestly, he always judged my performance and up until now, I didn’t know that doing what felt right was the key to great sex. Being with Josh is definitely making me see things clearly.
I take him so deep, I cut off my air. I don’t care. His groans and grunts of pleasure are all I need to survive.
“Babe,” he murmurs. “You’re killing me.”
I love that. I love that he’s encouraging me instead of critiquing me. It turns me on even more and I cup his balls and give them a gentle massage. He thickens even more, and starts panting hard and I prepare for him to burst inside my mouth.
Instead, he pushes on my shoulders, dragging me off him, and the intensity about him is exciting. Each move is filled with purpose as he stands, pulling me up with him. He lifts me easily and sets me on the bed. I back up and watch, transfixed as he strips completely and pulls a condom from his duffle bag. I guess he came home prepared. Was he prepared for me? Lord knows I dreamt about this, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing.
He sheathes himself and I let my gaze rake over his rock-hard body, muscles built from hard work in the fishing industry, not a gym. He climbs on the bed, a predator about to take down his prey and a shiver races through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I am so ready for this.
“Babe,” he murmurs, and leans over me. I spread my legs and look into his questioning eyes. He knows it, just like I know it, that we’re crossing a line we can’t come back from.
