by Piper Rayne
He says nothing until he’s parked in his garage and takes the keys out of the ignition.
“I’m gonna need you to get out of your head now.” He climbs out of the truck, and I open my door to climb out, but he’s there to open it for me. “From now on, you wait until I open it for you.”
“That’s demanding, and you know I don’t adhere to demands,” I say, accepting his hand to step down onto the running board then the concrete.
He chuckles. “Okay. Please don’t get out of the truck before I can open the door from this point forward? Is that better?”
I walk into his house. “Maybe, but I can open my own door. Just saying.”
I do love his chivalry. He’s always been that way throughout our friendship. But I also like giving him a hard time.
I slide off my heels in his laundry room and walk into his kitchen like any other time I’ve come here. I’m smiling until I spot the folder on the table labeled honeymoon. “Oh, you were going on a honeymoon?”
He picks up the folder and stuffs it into a drawer. “Just a quick trip in case questions were asked. With no cancellation insurance so I guess I can kiss that money goodbye.”
“Do you think you guys would have… I mean, maybe feelings would have developed.”
“No. I don’t.” He rounds the kitchen table and grabs my hand, entwining our fingers. “I was already in love with a crazy ginger.”
“But over time?”
“Stop it.” He releases my hands and wraps his around my waist, pulling me to him.
“Stop what?”
He kisses my forehead. “Stop trying to put roadblocks in the way of what’s happening between us.”
“I’m not.”
“I see it. It’s the same way you were after we had sex right before I left for college.”
My forehead falls to his chest. This man sees through me and it scares me. “I think I’m just scared.”
His lips press to the top of my head. “Me too, but I don’t want to be anywhere else. Do you?”
I look up at him, willing myself to push past the fear. “No.”
His knuckles graze my cheek. “Look, we’re already agreeing.”
He bends down and kisses me. The awkwardness fades, and an intense desire for this man replaces any hesitation. I want more as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth and his fingers thread through my hair, holding my head to him. As if I’d pull away now.
My hands fiddle with his shirt, unbuttoning each button until his chest is bare. If I could stand to have his lips off me, I’d push him back so I could watch my hands slide down his well-built chest.
He strips his lips off mine, eyes searching my dress. “Zipper?”
“Side.” I push his shirt off his shoulders.
He takes a moment to remove his cufflinks, then he’s standing in front of me shirtless. It’s not anything I haven’t seen before—the man runs down Main Street without a shirt on during the hottest days of summer—but I can’t look away.
“I love the way you’re looking at me.” He steps forward, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress and we stare at one another as he lowers the zipper down my body. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Colton,” I say, shutting my eyes as his hands move the straps off and down my arms.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
I shake my head. My dress pools at my waist, needing one final push before it puddles to the floor around my ankles. I open my eyes and Colton’s gaze is locked on my chest, his tongue sliding along his bottom lip, taking in my bare breasts.
I couldn’t find a bra that wouldn’t show under the dress, so I stand in front of him wearing only sheer black panties. Picking me up by the hips, he props me up on the table.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” His knuckles graze down my chest, over my peaked nipples.
He bends, his mouth casting small open-mouth kisses down the center of my breasts. His tongue slides over my right nipple before he sucks it. I grip the back of his head to hold him there, and he twirls the pebbled nub with his tongue then blows his hot breath over it.
“Should we take this upstairs?” he whispers, his mouth moving back up to mine.
“Yes.” He sweeps me up with one arm, and I lock my legs around his waist. “You’re going to find this crazy, but a small part of me expected us to be fumbling and for you to not be so suave and manly.”
He rears his head back, midway up the stairs. “Are you saying you didn’t think I had skills?”
I put my finger on his lips. “I don’t want to hear the stories of how you got all these seduction skills.”
He chuckles and presses his lips lightly to my mine. “Okay, I won’t tell you.”
“Wait… do I want to know?”
He walks us into his bedroom with the navy blue walls that I helped paint. After lowering me onto the taupe comforter we argued about at the store for ten minutes, he ventures to the side table of the matching furniture that we each agreed on the minute we saw it at the store.
He pulls out a condom and tosses it on top of the dresser before his fingers move to his belt. Here we go. I’m going to see his penis. I mean cock.
“Open your eyes, Juno,” he says.
I giggle and peek through one eye. His zipper coming down is as loud as if it were a fire alarm. His belt buckle landing on the hardwood floor has my other eye opening. He wears a pair of black boxer briefs and his dick is bulging out of them.
But as he puts his fingers to the waistband to pull them down, I hold up my hand to stop him. “Wait!”
The longer I look at him, the more my nerves turn into something electrifying. I get up on my knees, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he watches me cat-crawl toward him.
“I take it you’re not freaked out anymore?” he asks as I sit back on my heels in front of him.
“Quite the opposite.” I palm his length over his boxers.
His hand slides to the back of my head, then he dips down and captures my lips in a kiss that’s definitely more than friends.
And finally, my head flips from thinking of Colton as just my best friend from childhood to accepting the sexy, mouth-watering guy he is.
Twenty-One
Colton
Juno palming my dick is something I can definitely get used to. The vision of her cat-crawling to me wearing only a pair of black panties now has a permanent spot on the highlight reel. Her hand slides into my boxers and she grabs my dick. I groan, thrusting into her hand.
She dips her tongue into my mouth and my other hand holds her head, so she doesn’t stop what she’s doing. Her grip on me tightens, and she pumps her fist up and down my dick.
God, the noises she makes. One thing I took from our night two years ago was how loud she gets. But there’s no Kingston in the bedroom next door tonight, and each moan that slips from her lips is a sign that she’s in this moment with me.
I push one hand into her panties, stroking her slowly. Damn, she’s wet.
Eventually frantic need takes over and she manages to get my boxer briefs down my thighs. She strips her lips off mine, her fingers flowing down my chest from ridge to ridge.
“I want you,” she says, sliding to the side to grab the condom.
She must be crazy. I took the condom out for easy access, not because I want to rush tonight. I take her out from behind her knees and her back falls to the mattress before she can reach the condom.
“Hey!”
Raising one of her legs in the air, I kiss my way up from her ankle before lightly biting her inner thigh. “It’s not time yet.”
I stare at her between her legs and watch her chest rise and fall. I hook her leg over my shoulder and lick her pussy through her soaked sheer panties. Taking my index finger, I slide her panties aside, exposing her to me. She arches her back off the mattress, squirming and pressing her center closer to my mouth. I nudge her thighs open wider, teasing her with my finger, never fully inserting it as my tongue twirls her nub and I suck
it into my mouth. She’s wiggling along the mattress, her tits bouncing, her breaths becoming shallower with every inhale.
I want to set a world record for how many times she comes tonight, whether it’s from my dick, tongue, or fingers.
Slowly, I push my finger into her and withdraw it, following the signs her body gives me, trying to read what she enjoys and never pushing the tempo too fast.
Her hands fall to my comforter and fist it. I watch her from between her legs, plunging another finger inside her, arching them to massage her G-spot. Our eyes lock when she inches up off the bed to watch me, then her eyes fall closed and flutter back open, her tits rising and falling with every breath.
“Oh my God,” she says, collapsing on the mattress.
She bucks against my mouth and her entire body tenses, her pussy clenching around my fingers before her hands finally release my comforter. A deep, satisfied sigh slips from her lips.
I need to get inside her right now. After grabbing the condom off the nightstand, I sit up on my knees, tearing the package open and sliding the rubber down my length. Juno’s on the pill, but I’m not going to assume she’s ready to go bare on our first night together.
I cast kisses up her stomach, over her rose tattoo, through the valley of her breasts, until I reach her mouth. “Recovered yet?”
Her eyes flicker to awareness and the smallest smile creases her lips. “Man, you have skills I should’ve been taking advantage of a long time ago.”
“Don’t worry, you have plenty of time now.” I kiss the corner of her lips. I don’t want us to relive regrets of time wasted because all I care about now is our future.
The tip of my cock hits her center and she moans, widening her legs. Her arms wrap around my body and she gasps when our bare chests press together. I push inside her, and her fingers fiddle with my hair, playing leisurely. I think she’s enjoying the slow pace I’m setting.
“I hope you’re ready to be sore tomorrow,” I say before my tongue slips into her mouth.
I’m not interested in her answer. Her legs wrapping around my waist is answer enough that she’s on board.
I’ve been in this exact position with Juno before—when we were drunk. That night it was more about the destination than the journey, but tonight is all about the journey. My hands push her hair out of her face while my lips sprinkle kisses on any skin I can reach while still being buried deep inside her. My pace increases as her heels press into my calves and incoherent words tumble out of her mouth.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I say.
Her hands move to my shoulder blades, her fingers digging into my muscles. “Don’t stop.”
She arches her neck and my mouth devours the skin like a starved man, sucking and nipping. Her hips rise to meet mine and I thrust into her, my hands unable to stop touching her silky skin.
I can’t believe how fast she went from Juno my friend, to Juno my lover. I love her. I always have, but in this bed, I know that everything we were before tonight will never compare to what we’ll be. A fire sparks in me, and I bury my head in Juno’s neck, thrusting over and over, chasing my own pleasure.
“I’m coming,” she pants in my ear. Her fingernails dig hard into my shoulder blades.
I don’t increase my pace, waiting for her to clench around me before I chase my own orgasm. As if on cue, her thighs tighten around my waist and she cries out in my ear, singing my praises. I thrust harder into her until a million asteroids break apart into little stars behind my eyelids and I empty myself inside her.
The weight of my body falls on top of her and I have never felt this at peace.
Rising up on my elbows, I stare at her. Her skin is flushed and she’s still catching her breath. “Still weird?”
She hits my back. “Turns out I quite like your penis.”
I kiss her lips. “Can we please stop calling it my penis now?”
“Do you want me to come up with a name for it?”
I pull out of her, and sure enough, I’m still at half-mast, almost ready to go again. “I was thinking more just cock or dick.”
I sit up and she stretches her arms over her head. Her naked body is still bare for me to worship. “I feel like you want me to name it Anaconda or something.”
“We could just go with Boss.” I laugh, heading into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When I come back, Juno’s digging through my drawer for a T-shirt. She pulls one out and moves to my shorts drawer. We’re so comfortable together, how will we keep this dating stage new and exciting?
I sit on the edge of the bed, admiring her ass as she’s bent over. She turns around and I put my arms out for her to come to me. She does. Hopefully, this is a good sign that she’s over being uncomfortable with the idea of us being naked together.
“Do you want a shirt?” She holds out the one she already has in her hands.
“No. You can wear my shirt, but I’ll take the shorts.”
“Let me grab you a pair.”
I shake my head. “You’re going to wear my T-shirt without anything underneath.”
She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. “Why?”
“Because all the times I sat there and watched you in my shorts and shirt, I always wished you were only wearing my shirt and nothing else.”
“So this is like a fantasy?” She grins.
“Do you have any fantasies?”
She shrugs, climbing off my lap and putting on the T-shirt.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I grab the hem and pull her toward me, my hands sliding up her chest. “I didn’t say to put the shirt on now.”
“I’m starving and I’m not going to eat naked.”
I let the T-shirt fall and snatch the shorts off the bed, stepping into them. “How about some 9 ½ Weeks action?”
“You know I’ve never seen that movie?” She glances back at me before disappearing out of my bedroom.
“That’s changing right now.” We walk down the stairs and I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her back to me, making it difficult for us to get to the kitchen. “I think I beat off to that movie every day the summer after I turned fourteen.”
She circles around, and I pick her up, her legs winding around my waist. “Hmm… and here I thought maybe you only beat off to me?”
“Well, you were still flat-chested then.” She hits my back and I put her on the kitchen counter, my hands sliding up her thighs to part them, my fingers dangerously close to her center. “Don’t worry, you’re number one.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m flattered.”
I open the fridge. Unfortunately, I haven’t really gone grocery shopping this week because I anticipated being away for my honeymoon.
“I don’t have much.” I set eggs on the counter behind me and a pizza I ordered last night but never finished.
“Tell me something you imagine about me when you’re jerking off.”
I glance over my shoulder and cock an eyebrow. “Is that your kink?”
She shrugs. “There were times that I… you know…”
I abandon the fridge and nestle my hips between her legs again. “No, I don’t know. I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
A blush runs up her neck, hitting her cheeks.
“You don’t have to be shy with me.” I pull her to the edge of the counter and her arms fall over my shoulders.
“You tell me first.”
I nod. “Well, I fantasized about you wearing my T-shirts with nothing on underneath, like I said, but there was this one night when I returned from college before I started graduate school. I was at your apartment and the air went out. Kingston had been called to a fire, so he was gone. You guys were letting me crash until I found a place of my own. It started to rain, and you thought the cool rain would feel good because we were both so hot even with all the fans on us. Do you remember?”
She nods and smiles. “We went outside, and I realized way too late I was wearing white. You said you didn’t notice.” She
slaps my chest and I laugh.
“Because if I had told you, you would’ve wanted to go inside. But…” I lean forward and press a kiss to her lips. “I always have this fantasy that I approach you, take off your T-shirt and shorts, and we have sex right there as the rain pours down over us.”
“In the middle of downtown?” Her eyebrows rise.
“That’s why it’s a fantasy. It was just us, the rain, and a desolate street.”
She wiggles. “I like that one.” I wait patiently until she stares at me. “What?”
“Your turn.”
She gnaws at the inside of her cheek. “Mine is actually from this house.”
“Do tell.” I open the pizza box and take out a slice, holding it to her lips.
She takes a small bite, chews, and swallows. “I came over one day, and I think it was summer too. You were working on the deck. And you had shorts on, no shirt, and a tool belt. Your chest was so shiny with sweat and your muscles would flex and bulge with every swing of the hammer.”
“What’s the fantasy? Because from what I remember, you threw me a water, I scrambled to catch it, and you said it was too hot to be outside.”
She giggles and nods. “Well, that night, let’s just say, that tool belt dropped to the wooden deck, along with your shorts, and you showed me your real tool.”
“I’m not sure which one is better.” I feed her more of the slice of pizza.
“Mine of course.” She nudges close to me, kissing up my jawline. “Your five o’clock shadow is looking pretty hot right now.”
“Why, Miss Nympho, are you wanting to take this pizza upstairs?”
She shakes her head. “I never said upstairs. Besides, I think I have to get to know your penis a little better so I can properly nickname it.” Her fingers sweep down my chest until they slip under the elastic of my shorts.
“Can we please just use dick in the meantime?” Her palm applies pressure and I rock against it. “On second thought, call it whatever you want as long as you keep doing that.”
And in only a few hours, we christen two rooms in my house. Thank goodness I bought a three-bedroom.
