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Ohmygod…
Tyler’s arms slid around me possessively, taking me captive, forcing me backward until we slammed into the nearest wall. I was kissing him back now, hungrily, eagerly. Grabbing him in both hands and pulling his body even more tightly against me, as I writhed and squirmed and drove my tongue deep into his gorgeous, wonderful mouth.
Mmmmmm…
Kissing Tyler was like drinking from a cool, sweet fountain — yet one that could never slake the intensity of my thirst. Our tongues rolled, our lips churning as we became lost in each other’s half-lidded eyes. His every breath was my breath, his every thought a soulful extension of my own lurid, twisted fantasies.
And yes, I most definitely entertained Tyler fantasies. I’d had them ever since the summer of middle school, when curiosity got the best of us and we decided to be each other’s first kiss. Back then we’d done it just to get it out of the way, or at least, that’s what we told ourselves. But we were best friends, and best friends didn’t do those sorts of things. And so as amazing as it was, we never did it again…
That is, until now.
“Tyler…”
I breathed his name hotly into his mouth, just as he lifted my wet shirt over my head. My bra came with it. It was all fine by me.
“Holy shit, Tyler…”
Our hands were roaming now, and things were accelerating fast. Tyler was practically naked, save for his boxers. And they were soaked too, so…
Whoa. WOW.
My hand slid down his flat, rippled belly, then closed around something wonderfully warm and thick. My palm was cold in contrast, so I let out a soft but apologetic chuckle.
“Sorry!”
Still kissing me, Tyler closed his own hand over mine and kept it locked there. “Don’t be.”
I was stroking him now, top to bottom, and he was unbuttoning me as well. Tyler rolled my wet bottoms down my thighs, panties too, then raised a foot to stomp them to the floor. I stepped out of them, just as his thick fingers slid delicately between my thighs. I jumped when they finally brushed my honeyed mound.
SSSSsssss!
My sharp intake of air was a hiss of extreme pleasure. That same air left my lungs slowly as Tyler’s talented fingertips glided through warm, wet places that no friend’s fingertips were ever meant to go.
This is crazy!
The thought fled my lust-obsessed mind just as quickly as it had popped into my head. This wasn’t crazy. This wasn’t wrong. Kissing this man was a living, breathing dream. The culmination of a lifetime of love, adoration, and respect, but also of heat and intimacy held tightly at bay.
And yet he was my best friend. A best friend who had his fingers now buried so deeply inside me, making me feel warm and wonderful as I cupped his gorgeous face and continued drinking from the fountain of his lips until the heat of my onrushing orgasm threatened to consume me like an unstoppable, inner fire.
“Tyler…”
I couldn’t stop saying his name. Only now, I needed to see him.
“TYLER.”
His eyes shifted upward, meeting mine. We were face to face now, the surface of our lips brushing so softly and hotly it was even better than kissing. At least for now.
“Tyler, I…”
His hazel orbs flared wildly as he plunged his fingers even deeper, thumbing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My climax was a forgone conclusion. My wet mouth dropped open even wider, and his hard body screwed even tighter against me.
“Hey,” he murmured.
I was delirious now, thoroughly consumed by lust. My brain floating happily in some neurochemical world between consciousness and reality.
“Ariana… look at me.”
Somehow I did. We were so close, pressed so tightly together, I could barely move. Barely breathe…
