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Sighing, I tossed the phone onto the bed, then rolled over and buried my face in my pillows. Wishing desperately that Ellis wasn't heading out to go on a date with someone else. Wishing he was here, with me. Doing what we'd just sexted to one another. And staying so we could do more.
Be more.
Not just friends but lovers. Partners in every sense of the word. Forever.
Ellis
I hadn’t come like that since I was a teenager and my best friend’s hot older sister with a tongue piercing gave me my first blow job in the bathroom of an IHOP.
When Tessa had texted me for advice about the yoga instructor—again—I already had my hand lazily in my pants, bored on a Thursday night kind of thing. But then she’d sent me a pic of her bra, and the thought of Tessa wearing it made my hand move to cup my balls. I imagined her struggling to put it on, which made me laugh. But then I imagined her standing in front of me with it on and blood rushed to my cock.
I remembered the time in college Tessa stayed in my dorm because her roommate was fucking some professor. I had left to get food, but forgot my wallet and I walked in on Tessa changing. I couldn’t count the number of times I masturbated to the memory of seeing her tits, round and full with perfect nipples for biting, before she covered them up and yelled at me to get out.
I imagined her breasts in that see-through lace bra as she looked at me all innocently and I couldn’t help but move my fist over my dick.
I hesitated before texting her to tell me what she wanted. It was a line I could only cross once. The thing is I wanted to cross it. But I knew she wouldn’t do it. Tessa was too good, too sweet, too naive.
So when she texted me that she wanted me to push her onto the bed I couldn’t believe it. I read the message and my dick twitched in my hand. I pictured myself pushing her to her bed. I saw her tits bounce as she hit the mattress.
I expected her to freak out any moment and text me that she didn’t want to do this anymore. But she didn’t. Instead, she’d texted that she wanted her legs spread apart.
In my mind, I did just that.
That was the ledge. There was no going back after that. My hand was moving over my cock faster and faster as she texted and I knew there was no stopping.
When Little Tessa Stewart said I was going to come without touching her, I groaned aloud in my apartment. My eyes closed and I imagined her laid out on the bed in front of me. She had her nipple between her fingers, pinching harder and harder, with the other hand moving between her legs as she looked up at me with the tiniest grin.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I squeezed the base of my dick to keep from coming as I imagined her squirming at the pleasure of her own fingers, at the sight of me fucking my fist as I watched.
When, in my mind, I saw her thighs clench together and her mouth fall open in a silent scream, eyes still fixed on mine, I couldn’t hold it any longer.
I came all over my own stomach and sagged against the couch, sucking in breath liked I’d just been held under water till my lungs were about to burst.
But then Tessa hadn’t texted me back. I’d suddenly been worried that I’d gone too far with her. What the fuck had I been thinking? Tessa was the exact opposite of kinky. She was probably deleting my number and praying for my dirty, filthy soul. I’d gone too far. What was Tessa going to think of me now?
When she’d finally texted back, I’d sighed in relief. She’d just been making food. Which seemed a little insulting given what had just happened. Why wasn’t she a sweaty throbbing mess, recovering from an unstoppable orgasm the way I was?
I sent a few texts to make it seem like I had just been joking around, play pretending. That was all that was. I definitely wasn’t sitting on my couch with my own cum drying on my stomach. I definitely hadn’t imagined what she would taste like if it was me and not that other guy between her legs.
I told her I had a date to get to. That wasn’t exactly the truth, but what was one more lie? After all, I was already lying to her by omission.
I wanted my best friend. I wanted to do filthy, naughty, kinky things with her.
But Tessa wasn’t a filthy, naughty, kinky things kind of girl, no matter what she’d typed in her sexy texts or how she believed she’d actually go through with the sex study. I mean, fuck, she was making ramen while I fantasized about her hard nipple between her fingers.
Soon, she’d come to her senses.
I’d come to mine.
Things would go back to the way they were meant to be.
With Tessa and I as best friends and nothing more.
Chapter 6
Tessa
Cade had arranged for us to dine at a cool, new tapas place. He said he liked it because it would have a nice view of the ocean. When I looked it up, I knew I would have to wear something fancy. I told Ellis, he said he’d take care of it. An hour before my date, he showed up at my place with an outfit the wardrobe person from the set of his soap opera had let him borrow.
