Let’s plan for tomorrow morning
Jordan
good answer
I roll my eyes at the messages. God these two are like peas in a pod. I need to keep them far, far away from each other.
“I donotsnore!” I grouch to Ryan while he rifles through a dresser drawer, removing an oversized black LA Suns T-shirt and throwing it my way. Well, it’ll be oversized on me, but I bet it fits him perfectly.
He leans back against the dresser and crosses his arms. “That’s what you took away from the conversation?” A smirk kicks up one side of his lips, putting one of his dimples on display.
“Oh, shut up. We’re just friends, so I’m not sure what kind ofmovesyou think you’ll be making.”
“What about pulling a one bed on you?”
My brows furrow. “Excuse me?”
“You know, in novels where the enemies are on a quest and end up at the inn but—GASP! There’s only one room left, and it only has one bed!”
“How in the hell do you know about that?”
“Um, I have sisters that love that kind of shit?”
“Mhmm, sure, Ryan. Your sisters. Whatever you say. We all know you’re talking about yourself.” I laugh at the horror on his face at the possibility that I actually think it’s him. Although, I probably wouldn’t be surprised if it was. “Seriously though, we’re not sharing a bed, are we? That may be a bit outside the scope of our friendship if I’m being honest.” I chew at my lip, nerves thrumming through my veins. Would I love to share a bed with him? God yes. I bet the man would cuddle the shit out of me. But I’m also worried that sharing a bed might lead to… more.
More that I shouldn’t do.
More that Ican’tdo.
“Nah, I’ve got a guest room you can crash in. I just needed to grab you something to change into, unless you planned to sleep in those clothes.” He smirks as his eyes rake over the jeans and T-shirt I changed into before coming over.
“I definitely don’t. Thanks for the shirt. Now about that guest room…”
SIXTEEN
DAYDREAMIN’
RYAN
The trillingof my alarm cuts through the haze of the dream I was having, pulling a groan of frustration from my chest. A dream where Isa let me do whatever I wanted with her. And I mean,whatever. You can bet my imagination really ran wild with that opportunity.
Rolling over to shut off the irritating sound, I take stock of my painfully hard cock. I’m not surprised that Isa sleeping under the same roof would bring on the most intense sex dreams and morning wood of my life, and yet I should’ve expected it.
I check the time to confirm I can probably get away with a quick shower to relieve the situation, but I’m also not sure if she’s awake yet. Can I take care of this quickly and without her hearing? I have no idea. But I might have to risk it anyway. I just don’t want to make shit weird between us.
After much back and forth, I finally decidefuck it. I climb from the bed and practically sprint to my ensuite to crank the shower on. I quickly strip out of my boxer briefs and settle in under the stream. It’s cool at first because I was too eager to wait, but the longer I stand under it, the warmer it gets.
I plant one arm against the tile wall and lean my forehead against the cool surface, eyes closed, taking my cock in my fist. I give it a squeeze, then another, before I start the slow, torturous tugs. Images fly around behind my eyelids, picturing not my hand stroking me, but Isa’s. She’s kneeling in front of me, holding my dick in her delicate hands, fingers wrapped around my shaft. She gives me that smirk of hers I fucking love before she starts to tease me. Getting into a rhythm but not enough to get me to the edge quite yet. Enough to the point that it feels fucking incredible. There’s a hunger in her eyes as she continues to pump me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips before she flashes a devious look at me. That pink tongue of hers pops out to run over the head of my cock. I groan into my arm at how incredible her tongue feels against my hard length. She slowly drags her tongue from the base of the underside of my cock, up the length, until she reaches the end and sucks the tip into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunt out. Her mouth is fucking heaven. The wet warmth sliding up and down at her teasing pace. Tingles start in the base of my spine. I’m getting close.
She increases the pace of her mouth and adds a hand to the base. My balls start to tighten in anticipation of my impending release.
“Yes, Isa, fuck,” I hiss out between gritted teeth.
All it takes is a few more pumps into her mouth before I’m shooting down her throat with her name on my lips. I continue to pump through my climax until I’m spent. Her mouth pops off my cock, tongue darting out to lick the corner of her mouth and gather up every drop of my release. If I hadn’t just come, the sight alone would probably do it for me. She looks up at me with a self-satisfied smirk, and I open my eyes to see?—
I’m still alone in my shower leaned against the wall, my release dripping down the white tiles.
