“Tell me what you like, Bee,” she cooed, and I opened my eyes to find her in a seated position. But I couldn’t answer, I didn’t have words, only feelings, so I leaned back to yank off my shirt. The cold air of the room met my peaked nipples.
“Fuck,” Nola commented, rolling her tongue over my breasts. She didn’t rush straight to my nipples, as much as I wanted her to. Instead, her tongue circled my skin from the top of my sternum to the curve of the bottom, her eyes on me, tracking my reaction, watching my impending orgasm bloom across my face.
“Please,” I whined because I wanted to be nice, but my inner brat was coming out. I needed to comenow. I neededherto make me come.
“Say it again.” She smiled as she dragged her tongue closer and closer to my nipple.
“N-Nola,please.”I didn’t finish saying her name before her mouth was sucking and biting my nipple, moving back and forth between both of my breasts. Like this was her first meal in days. Like she’d waited for this moment forever. I couldn’t even comprehend how fast her tongue moved as it flicked and swirled around the jewelry.
I was grinding harder, my hips bucking uncontrollably, my hand gripping her neck closer to my chest, my tits, shit—my fucking heart.
“Can I make you come?”
I was building higher, getting closer, I just needed her to push me over the edge.
“Don’t ask, just do it.”
Her thumb pressed against my clit, over my shorts, and I didn’t even last three seconds before I was crashing over. My breath left my body, my body arching away from Nola’s mouth as tremors racked throughout. They crested, and air found its way into my lungs again.
I fell onto the couch with Nola, hot with ecstasy, satisfaction, and something else I wasn’t ready to name.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Nola
““Wow.” I breathed, less a statement and more a feeling.
Brittney Lee was in my arms, blissed out, in a home that we shared, owned by the team we’re both playing for. This might be the worst ideaeitherof us could have acted on.
And yet, I didn’t feel an ounce of regret in my body.
I danced my fingertips across her bare back, her breathing finally slowing from her orgasm as she nuzzled her face deeper into the crook of my neck. I found the movement endearing until I started to overthink.
Was she embarrassed about what just happened? I told her to tell me to stop, mentally begged her to be the stronger person and put an end to this. But when she answered me, I knew she was just as down bad as I was.
I didn’t want her to feel obligated to answer my impulsive whims. Even if she seem
Something told me friends didn’t give each other orgasms.
“Are you good over there?” I inquired.
Brittney nodded her confirmation, her loose curls wild and tickling my skin, but I didn’t mind. “I just…needed a second.”
Inch by inch, she peeled herself off of me. I wanted to pull her back, kiss her again. But we should also really talk about what the hell had just happened.
I was expecting to see a wall back up between us when our eyes met. I thought she’d leave me stranded, reeling from our mouths on each other and my fingers pressed against her clit.
Instead, Brittney looked at me with soft eyes. Her mouth curved into a small smile, her eyes warm as her hands cupped her breasts, hiding what I’d already seen. She didn’t look like she was getting ready to flee; she looked like she wanted to stay.
“Uh…do you think we should—”
“—Talk about why I’m partially naked? Duh, Nola.”
“So like, wha—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because my phone rang with a ringtone custom to Olive. No matter where I was, I answered every phone call from her. Including when a half naked Brittney was on top of me.
Brittney eyed the name then passed me the phone. The normalcy of it felt like a sucker punch to my gut. I got the urge to ignore my sister when I watched Brittney feel around for her shirt, put it on and lean back on the couch opposite to me. Her fingers tapped across my ankle and calf. God, I really liked it when she touched me.
I wiped a hand down my face, hoping to remove any traces of euphoria from it.
