It was over all too quickly, or maybe it took a million years; shehad no idea. But before she knew it, he was strumming the final chords and asking, “How’d I do on the song choice?”
She could not have actual feelings for Judah Klein. Shecouldn’t. This was his charm, his great talent, the thing that made girls literally all over the world fall in love with him. She needed to remember that it wasn’t for her, and she could not be one of them.
She needed to remind them both exactly what was going on here.
“Song choice was cute,” she said languidly, as if she weren’t trembling under the sheet. “Company in this bed would be better. I’m getting cold.”
He chuckled as he set the guitar aside and slipped back under the covers, taking her in his arms. “How’s this?”
“Getting warmer,” she teased.
He skated a hand over her breasts, down the curve of her belly, down to where she was craving him like air. “How about now?”
“Getting hotter.”
He turned them so his front pressed against her back from shoulder to knee, letting her feel every inch of him through the cotton of his boxers against the smooth curve of her ass as he slid a finger through all the hot, slippery wetness between her thighs. “How about now?”
“Mmm, yes, that is definitely helping.” She shifted her ass up so the covered tip of his cock brushed the same spot, leaving them both moaning and reluctantly breaking apart. “Fine,” she conceded. “Maybe not the best idea.”
His breathless laugh warmed her ear. “The singular last vestige of our self-control. That, I couldn’t say as easily that I wouldn’t regret. But I don’t think you could either.”
“Probably not,” she conceded, pushing his hand back where she wanted—needed—it. “But God, it’d feel good.”
“Yes, yes, it would.” He nipped at her shoulder, raked his teeth across the nape of her neck. A feverish feeling crept over her skinas she melted into his touch, the way he always savored every inch of her.
“Do you think about it?” she asked as she rocked back and forth between his cock and his hand, not knowing what possessed her but wanting to hear the answer with every bone in her body. “Fucking me?”
His free hand curled around her to squeeze one of her breasts, his breath hot on her skin. And then, as he slid two fingers inside her, pressing the flat of his palm against her clit in increasingly rapid circles, he said, “I think about fucking you a thousand times a day—in this bed, over that table, on your couch, up against every wall and in every dark corner in existence. Does that count?”
Jesus fuck.She was so busy coming all over his hand, her thighs, and his sheets that she couldn’t answer him even if she wanted to.
He waited until she was done shaking and pulled the sheet back around her, leaving light kisses on her shoulder as she finally exhaled. “Good God,” she muttered, falling onto her back. “Warn a girl before you whisper perfect filth in her ear, would you?”
He smiled against her skin. “Sorry. You have that effect on me.”
“I am definitely not complaining.”
“Good,” he said, dragging his fingers lazily over her ribs, leaving traces of her behind. “Because I have to tell you, there is nothing in the world I love like watching you come.”
The way he said it, it was as if there were days, months, years of him doing just that in their future. She wondered if he realized it was probably the last time he ever would. The thought made her heart twinge, but the wry little smile on his lips didn’t betray a thing, and she couldn’t help pulling him toward her for an ill-advised kiss.
His smile widened against her mouth. “What’s that for?” he murmured.
“It’s my turn to watch you,” she said, neatly sidestepping the question as she slowly pulled his boxers down his legs. His cocksprang free like a rocket. “Looks happy to see me,” she observed, dragging her fingers up the silky shaft.
“You are quite literally his best friend,” Judah pointed out breathlessly, and she laughed. Then she bent over and dragged her tongue from base to tip, and he hissed like he was being strangled. “And now you’re trying to kill us both.”
“Never,” she whispered with a wicked grin before swirling her tongue around the crown. She teased her way around with her fingers and mouth, lubricating his cock with a combination of his precum and her tongue. Ordinarily, she’d be holding his gaze, drinking in the way it smoldered with his growing arousal, but in the blackout-induced darkness, there was nothing to do but feel silk and steel, taste earth and salt, and listen for gasps and moans against the rain.
“Ari…” Warm fingers reached down and wound their way through her hair, stroking her cheek. “I don’t want to… not yet.”
She released him and slithered up his body until she was in his arms. This was exactly what she’d been afraid of if she stayed, and yet, she wasn’t ready to be finished either. When he brought his mouth down to hers, she let him leisurely explore, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck so she wouldn’t touch anything else. But when her thigh brushed his cock and they both felt it jump, he half groaned, half laughed into her shoulder.
“My BFF seems mad,” Ari teased. “Guess he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” She rolled onto her back, baring her body from the waist up. She might not have been able to see his eyes darkening at the sight of her breasts on display, but she’d watched him react to her often enough to know exactly what effect she had, and she bit her lip as she watched him drink in her body in the candlelight. If this was gonna be their grand finale, she was determined to go out with a bang. “Don’t worry, I have it on good authority he likes my tits, so I think he’s going to enjoy this.”
Judah huffed out a pained, breathy laugh as Ari guided himto straddle her, slid her hand into the endless wetness between her thighs, and stroked him with a well-lubricated hand, guiding his cock between her breasts. “I know it’s not quite the same,” she murmured, snugly trapping him between them, his breathing growing shallow as he slid back and forth on instinct. “But—”
“Not complaining,” he assured her through gritted teeth. He groaned as he gripped the headboard and tried to keep a slow pace, both of them watching him slide through her tits to mere centimeters from her mouth. He looked almost angelic in the flickering glow, otherworldly beautiful, and she squeezed harder until he was firmly ensconced in soft warmth, giving up any attempt at self-control. A few rough thrusts and he cried out along with the thunder, painting her skin.
