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“Deal.”
Fifteen
AIDEN
She felt absolutely perfect in my arms, although she wasn’t meant to. Soft and warm and fragrant, as she nuzzled herself against my chest.
This isn’t cool, man.
We’d been ‘watching’ the movie for almost an hour. Our latest round of beers lay forgotten. A half-eaten bowl or popcorn rested on the table three feet away, as the movie played and her body purred and she stretched out like a cat, wrapped contentedly in my arms.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this at all.
I felt responsible because Iwasresponsible. Watching movies with her had been my idea, as well as the soothing warmth of the fire, as well as the fuzzy pair of sleep pants and comfy T-shirt she’d slipped into before joining me on the couch.
I’d been the one to make her warm. I’d been the one who pulled the blanket from where it was draped over the adjacent loveseat, and spread over the two of us, so we could share each other’s body heat.
And God, inside and out her body was so damnedhot.
We’d finished talking long ago, and were cuddled together as the movie droned on. It didn’t matter what we were watching. It only mattered that we grew more comfortable and more familiar as the minutes went on. First our knees touched, then our thighs, and then our bodies were coming together in a distinct boyfriend-girlfriend type of way, with me laying back against the arm of the couch and Jordyn sliding between my legs… her sleepy, beautiful face resting casually against my warm, T-shirt covered chest.
And then there wasn’t a T-shirt anymore, because it had ridden up. She’d actually pulled it upward when neither of us was pretending to look, running one and then both hands upward along my quivering stomach before resting her palms against my bare skin, and folding them beneath her head.
She could’ve gone to sleep on me. That would’ve been bad enough, but at least it would’ve been semi-acceptable. We could chalk it up to us each having a long day, or just plain feeling comfortable enough to have done something entirely platonic despite the implications of intimacy. After all, she knew better. And so did I.
But what happened next was anything but acceptable.
Or platonic.
I wasn’t sure who initiated what, but eventually we were face to face. Our tired eyes met, our faces drifted together, and our mouths churned hungrily against each other as we began kissing. And not just kissing either, but full-blown making out like two lost lovers. Maybe like a young couple at an airport, who’d been counting the seconds until they saw each other again.
I didn’t stop myself, nor did she. We only kept kissing and rolling and grinding beneath the blanket. Exploring the curve of each other’s bodies in our eager hands, or gently cupping each other’s faces as our lips continued their shameless betrayal.
And then things got slightly crazier.
It would’ve been one thing to make out all night. As bad as that would be, it was a singular transgression. But then I felt it; the heat between her legs. The wetness there, grinding against my rock-hard thigh as she rode it slowly, methodically, up and down…
Shit.
I grew even harder against her belly as she kept grinding against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Then she was moaning. Whimpering into my mouth. Saying something I couldn’t quite hear, but it was all I could do to keep my own raging hard-on in check. Especially with her now movingintentionallyagainst it, trapping it — even buried beneath two layers of fabric — between my stomach and hers.
Jordyn came before I did, screwing down into my thigh. Her body shuddered, her lips parted as she drew back from me and looked me straight in the eyes. Her wet mouth formed into this perfect, beautiful ‘O’, and then those stormy green eyes rolled back, and I knew she was no longer here.
Oh my God that’s so fucking SEXY…
For the next half-minute her body continued grinding, but her mind was elsewhere. She was lost in her orgasm. Floating through some rapture-fueled haze of warmth and euphoria that elicited the cutest, most adorable little yelps and gasps from her perfectly kissable mouth.
And then, as she returned back to earth? She began grinding pointedly against my own swollen member. The lust drained slowly away and coherence came back into her eyes as she reached down into my sweats, beneath my boxers, and closed one soft hand over my raging, throbbing dick.
“Come…”
She whispered the word against my lips as our eyes remained locked, and in one corner of her mouth I thought I saw the tiniest, most devilish of smiles. And then I was surging, pulsing. Shooting my soul out through her loosely closed fist, as she pumped it gently up and down, still staring, still looking me in the eyes… that demonic smile daring me to say even a single word as she drained me all over myself, creating a wet sticky mess between us.
The whole thing had occurred wordlessly, effortlessly, without ever talking about it. Without any consideration for the ramifications of what we’d done, or what we’d avoided doing as well.
No, it had all just sort of happened. For better or for worse.
Holy hell.
