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His head shot back around to mine, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. “What was that voice? Why did you just say his name like that?”
Now it was my turn to hide my face, and I ducked my head down to his throat, nipping at his skin. “I don’t like him.”
“Any reason in particular? Have you even met him?”
As much as I disliked the way this conversation was going, it had the bonus effect of chasing away Elliot’s obvious embarrassment—which, by the way, he shouldn’t even be feeling. So fucking what if he hadn’t had much experience? It made it even better, in my opinion. And yeah, as a self-certified player, I was aware of how hypocritical I sounded.
“I don’t need to know him to know he’s not good enough for you,” I muttered, my thoughts returning to Curtis. The image of him kissing Elliot in the club was forever burned into my retinas. “No one is.”
Elliot’s arms tightened around me, and he smoothed his hand across my back. “No one?”
“No one. Not even me. You’re too fucking good for me, but I’m too selfish to stop this from happening. Unless you want me to stop.”
There was a long pause, and I didn’t dare to move. When his hand moved up to the nape of my neck and into my hair, tugging it so that I had to lift my head to meet his gaze, he shook his head. “I don’t want to stop if you don’t want to stop. As long as we promise that we won’t let it fuck up our friendship.”
“We won’t,” I promised. My head was spinning, thinking about how our relationship had turned on its head so fast, but it didn’t feel wrong. Nothing about this felt wrong.
He smiled at me then, and that free-falling feeling was back. Fuck, I wanted him so badly. My dick, which had deflated somewhat with the mention of other guys and the person beginning with aCwho I wouldn’t speak of again, jerked, hardening again as I ground my thigh into his.
Tugging his plush lower lip between my teeth, earning me a sexy-as-fuck moan, I rolled us both over on the bed, dragging my hands down his back and onto his gorgeous round ass. “Enough talking.”
Now he was on top, I let him control the pace, feeling the press of his erection against my thigh, something that turned me on more than I could’ve ever thought possible. I’d never even thought about it before…not until that first night we’d kissed.
“I wanna see your cock.”
“What?” Elliot froze on top of me. Fuck, why did I just blurt it out like that?
Time to do damage control. I rolled us again, reversing our positions. Moving my mouth to his ear, I ran my teeth across his lobe, sliding my hand down his side at the same time. “I said you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Ander.” He arched into my grip as I tugged up his T-shirt and jumper in one go, letting me see all the smooth skin of his torso that I wanted to kiss all over. Why had I never felt this urge before?Howhad I never felt it?
“These need to come off too.” My voice was so hoarse as I let myself drink him in. My fingers slipped down to the waistband of his navy joggers. “I want to see all of you.”
I felt him swallow hard against me, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I had to lick it. The fresh, salty taste of his skin was so good.
“You first,” he whispered, staring at me with dark, hungry eyes. The way he was looking at me… My cock was pounding, the brush of fabric against the head a torturous tease every time I shifted.
Moving into a seated position, I yanked off my hoodie and T-shirt, baring my upper body to him, and I watched in satisfaction as his pupils dilated even further. His erection was a rock-solid length against my ass, and suddenly, I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck him or if I wanted him to fuck me. If he even wanted either of those things.
“Are you ready to see all of me?” I palmed my cock through my joggers, moaning at the friction, and he gasped, his hands gripping my thighs so hard that I knew there’d be finger-shaped reminders of this the next day.
“Yes.Please. I need it.”
Sliding my hands down my torso, flexing my muscles becausefuckyes, I wanted to show off for him, I rolled my hips. “I want to see you too.”
He just groaned an incoherent word, and I took it as assent. Shifting my position, making his hands fall to his sides, I got rid of my joggers, then his, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, his erection straining against the black cotton. “Ready?”
His eyes met mine, his pupils blown so wide that only a thin ring of blue remained. It felt like time stood still when our gazes clashed, but he eventually broke the tension with a single nod. Sucking in a breath, willing my hands not to shake, I removed the final barrier between us and then moved back to straddle him again.
Now, I allowed myself to look properly.
And the sight wassoworth the wait.
My best friend was completely. Fucking. Gorgeous.
I raked my gaze down his body. From that soft, wavy hair, now tousled from where I’d had my hands in it, over the planes of his face with those stunning light blue eyes framed with long lashes, his gorgeous mouth now reddened and swollen, making me want to kiss it, down the sharp jut of his jawbone, and lower still. His body was long and lean, pale and smooth and lightly toned, and then…there was his cock. Long, slim, with a slight curve, flushed and leaking at the tip, it made my mouth fucking water—and that wasnota normal occurrence for me. In fact, it had never been an occurrence for me.
“What are we doing?” He lifted his hand, hesitantly tracing his fingers down my abs. A shiver went through my body at his soft, exploratory touch.
