“I’m sober as a judge. I just enjoy getting you riled up.”
We write his shameless flirting off as teasing, and he thankfully allows me to steer us back to safer topics.
I tell him how my cousin gushed about him all the way home, and how excited he is for a clinic that’s over a semester away. He tells me about a recent talk with the head coach, and how he’s mentoring Damon to take over his job. He tries to cheer me upabout Fashion Week and my career moving into the next phase, and I do the same; the shift from playing to coaching had to have been hard, but he’s handling it beautifully.
By the time the conversation dwindles, the dawn sun peeks through the surrounding buildings into my living room.We talked all night?!I shared things with him that I haven’t shared with anyone else, and I’m pretty sure he did the same. That means something, right?
I shake my head.
That’s a question for another night. I pop an antacid for the lingering tightness in my chest and head to bed, happy to have such a great friend.
Chapter eighteen
Damon
Damn. Last night was…damn. So far, Operation Just Friends is failing spectacularly. I’m closer to being in love with her now than when my mouth was wrapped around her nipple.
She’s just so fucking cool. And smart. And funny. And, of course, beautiful. How’s a guy supposed to keep his guard up against all that? Not even Bill Russell played defensethatwell.
I arch my back in a long stretch, absentmindedly palming my dick in the process. As I suspected: hard as a rock. He went up when she mentioned sex as a sleep aid and never went back down. I might actually be suffering from priapism; thank God Centerpoint’s health benefits have already kicked in, just in case I need to swing by urgent care.
I give my dick another lazy stroke, moaning in pleasure at the intimate contact. It’s not painful, so that’s good. I just wishit were Kendra rubbing me instead of my left hand again. Or maybe more than rubbing. Maybe she’d let me put it all the way in this time, feel her wet warmth enveloping me up to the hilt.
I squeeze myself tighter and start stroking in earnest. She didn’t even let me cum last time. Despite the epic blue balls, it was hot. Like,scorching. She was in full control—I could tell she needed that—and I was happy to be at her mercy.
I had hoped to continue where we left off the next time, only there was no next time. She freaked, and I’d done my best to minimize an already mortifying situation. I used to have a recurring dream about showing up at the free throw line completely naked while everyone pointed and laughed; the morning after Kendra and I’s one and only date was stillworse.
My dick begins to soften as the bitter memory consumes me, and I shake my head. What’s done is done. We’re friends now. Friends who get hard at just the sound of the other friend’s voice. Friends who imagine the other friend on her knees, swallowing me down until my balls meet her chin, until her eyes water.
Or maybe she’d grab me by the hair and shove me face-first into her pussy. She didn’t just like being in control. From the look in her eyes, she found it thrilling, like I’d unlocked a new kink. I very well may have. I, on the other hand, have always known I enjoyed the company of a strong woman who’s not afraid to show me who’s boss. Our night together was the realization of just one of the many fantasies I had while staringat her billboard over a year ago. For the first time ever, reality surpassed the fantasy.
I’m getting close now, my hips jerking uncontrollably, much like how Kendra writhed beneath me. When her orgasm finally overtook her, her whole body quivered, her eyes slammed shut as if in pain, her toes curled, and a light sheen of sweat covered her body. It was breathtaking. Pure torture to watch as I tried to stave off my own climax.
But now, alone and mere blocks from the woman whose touch I crave, I don’t have to hold back. I move the sheet out of the way seconds before I erupt, heavy streams spurting onto my chest and stomach. The warm liquid pools in my belly button.
I look down at the mess and sigh. If I’m going to keep being Kendra’s friend, I may need to stock up on tissues. It’s the only way I’ll be able to be near her, to laugh with her and share my secrets with her, without going feral.
After a shower, a shave, and a smoothie, I’m ready to start my day. I need to run—I’ve still got excess energy from yesterday’s event, and my rigorous training routine helps keep me sane—but I also need to work on more plays for the team. We may have won, but not until double-overtime. My heart can’t take that kind of stress every game.
I pull on my trusty trainers, opting to run first before the streets get too crowded, when my phone’s chime makes me stop short.
Kendra
Kendra:I had so much fun last night! Any interest in joining me for a horror movie marathon at Nitehawk Cinema?
She sends a smile with a halo emoji, as if I don’t see right through her ploy. She just wants to get me alone in the dark, close enough to kiss or fondle.
I chuckle. She’s no angel, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I open a text window to type my response.
Kendra
Sure. A fright night sounds great. When?
I wonder how long I’ll last before I give in to her completely. Or will she be the one to admit we’re already more than just friends? Only time will tell, but lucky for me, I’m a very patient man.
Chapter nineteen
Kendra
