Next to me, I hear Briar’s soft breathing pick up. She watches, her gaze unblinking.
I swallow hard, trying to ignore my throbbing cock. I’m watching porn with my best friend, who I have the biggest crush on. I’m sitting next to her, hearing her get more turned on bythe second while I imagine kissing her and running my hands all over her…
He kisses down her body, pushing her legs open and positioning his face between her thighs.
The camera angle shifts. The focus is on his face and her pussy now.
Slowly, he swipes his tongue over her soaking-wet slit. He goes slow. He takes his time.
Off camera, she gasps and moans.
“Oh, wow…” Briar murmurs.
“You okay?” My voice is low and rough.
She nods, her gaze glued to my phone.
He takes his time, licking her slowly at first. Then he leans back, sucks his middle two fingers into his mouth, and slides them into her pussy. He flicks his tongue softly over her clit.
I’m so hard it hurts. All I can think about is doing this exact thing to Briar.
I think about how sweet she’d taste. I think about the cute, desperate noises she’d make.
I think about the soft, sexy little breaths she’d take, like she is now.
I think about just how good it would feel to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. To lick her until she’s writhing against my tongue. To feel her pull my hair. To feel her grinding on my face. To find out what she tastes like when she comes.
I close my eyes and take a slow, quiet breath. If I’m not careful, I’ll come in my pants just imagining going down on her.
It’s another minute before the woman on screen has an orgasm. Her legs shake hard, but he holds her steady. He keeps flicking his tongue in that gentle, steady rhythm while she thrashes underneath him. She finally pushes his face away. He leans back, the smuggest grin on his face.
The video ends. Briar looks over at me. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. Her skin is painted in that beautiful pink blush.
“I’m really wet now,” she says. “I’m ready for you to touch me.”
A rough sound rips from my throat. I grab my phone and set it on the side table. Then I gently grab her by the waist and move her up my bed.
“Lie back for me, okay?” I say softly.
I get on my knees next to her. “Can I take off your jeans?”
“Yes,” she rasps.
Slowly, I unbutton them.
She’s panting softly, watching me. “Can you take off my hoodie too?” she asks.
I nod. Gently, I pull it over her head. My hungry gaze takes in the thin tank top she’s wearing.
A second later, I notice her looking at my lap. Her eyes widen a little at the bulge in my pants.
“I’m really turned on too,” I admit.
“I’m glad it’s not just me,” she says with a shy smile.
I drop her jeans to the floor, leaving her in a pair of pink cotton panties that are wet in the front.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter. I gently run my thumb over the wet spot. “You’re soaked.”
