"That makes sense I guess," I said, brushing away the loose strand of hair that had again fallen into her eyes, "but if those are your reasons for why you and I never hooked up, then why did you choose me for this?"
Sophie let out a sigh and rested her hand on my chest and her chin on top of her hand. She was silent for a few moments, and then looked me in the eyes. "This is probably going to sound really stupid, but I know who you are. I also wanted this to be special for me, and I know how you treat women. I've watched you. No matter the state of your relationship, you’ve never treated one of them badly."
I slowly brought my lips to hers and kissed her softly. It was that moment that I decided I would do whatever it took to make sure that our time together was special for her. When our lips parted and she looked into my eyes, I placed my hand on her cheek and slowly brought my lips to hers again. I gripped her ass with my hand and ground myself into her so she could feel exactly how excited I was for this to begin.
13
Sophie
I didn't think I would ever forget the look in his eyes when he placed his hand on my cheek and slowly brought his lips to mine. I would also never forget the first kiss that happened tonight; it was so soft and gentle, how he was nipping at my bottom lip as if he were unsure of himself, unsure of how I would react at my best friend kissing me. He lay beneath me and as we kissed, he gripped my ass, grinding into me so I could feel how hard he was for me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hot for him, and if he slipped his hand in my pants, he would see just how true that was.
We now lay side by side, my head resting on his arm as we continued to kiss on the couch. He pulled me into his arms, squeezing part of my body and pulling me closer to him. My hands shook as I shyly began to explore his body. When my fingers touched the button of his jeans, he gripped my hand and placed it on the bulge behind his zipper and he let out a moan as I gripped him through his jeans.
"Let's go," he murmured. He slipped off the couch and, pulling me with him, we wandered down the hall to my bedroom. We hadn't even made it halfway down the hall when he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, kissing me hard while his hands roughly explored my body. A shiver ran through me as his hands brushed over my breasts, my nipples already hard and seeking his attention.
He kicked the bedroom door open, grabbed me and kissed me hard as he guided me over to the bed. Our lips parted and we stood before one another, breathless, his eyes trailing from my face down my body. He gripped the edge of my T-shirt and lifted it over my head, dropping it onto the floor. His eyes wandered over my body and suddenly, I remembered I wasn't wearing any of the pretty lingerie I had bought on my shopping trip this afternoon. I had spent a small fortune on all that frilly lace attire, and here I was wearing one of my normal cotton bras and plain old cotton granny panties, as Jenna so appropriately called them.
I started to cover myself up when I was pulled back into the moment when I heard Chase groan, "You look fucking amazing."
I had no time to react because his mouth crashed hard into mine and his tongue brushed through my mouth, bringing me right back to the moment, and I forgot all about what I was wearing. His hand found my breast, and he brushed his thumb over my nipple as he kissed down the side of my neck. I felt his hands reach around to my back and begin to fiddle with the clasp on my bra when I froze.
"What is it?" he whispered, fighting to take my lips again.
"What if...what if you don't like me?" I questioned. I felt like I was in my teens again. It had been so long since a man had seen me, I was feeling super insecure.
He stopped what he was doing and, still holding me in his arms, looked down into my face. I felt the clasp of my bra go and the material became loose on me. "Impossible," he whispered, smiling at the fact that I hadn't even noticed he had flicked the clasp of my bra.
"You say that...but..."
His lips pressed hard into mine, stopping me from speaking any more than I already had, and he backed me up to the bed. The back of my knees finally met the edge of the mattress, and I fell backward onto my soft bed. He wasted no time. His hands gripped the waistband of my yoga pants, quickly ripping them and my panties off me.
I looked up at him as he stood there between my legs, still fully clothed. I could see his cock painfully straining against the zipper of his jeans as his eyes took in my body. He bent over top of me and took the straps of my bra, the tips of his fingers grazing over my arms as he pulled it away from my body. He kneeled down between my legs onto the bed, one arm supporting the weight of his body, the other hand gently rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth as his met mine.
"You're beautiful," he murmured as I let out a soft moan as he gently pinched my other nipple between his fingers. He kissed down my neck, pressing tiny kisses along my collarbone, and then running his tongue from my neck down between my breasts. He trailed his tongue up my left breast, rolling his tongue around my nipple, and then sucking it into his mouth. Then he repeated the same action over to the other one. I could feel the heat and throbbing between my legs intensify as he trailed his tongue down my belly, stopping and lightly blowing over my skin.
I felt him slide off the bed onto the floor, and he kissed my lower belly, which caused me to jump. I lifted myself up, resting on my elbows, and watched as he grabbed my legs, placing his hands on the inside of my thighs and forcing my legs open. "You’re so fucking wet," he muttered as he blew his warm breath on my already throbbing center.
I watched him as he looked up at me, and I had just about come on the spot listening to his words. I bit my lower lip. He had barely even touched me yet, and my body was already begging for him to make me come undone. I arched my back and bit my bottom lip as he blew over me again. He had me hooked around him, and I felt his hands grip my waist, holding me in place, and then I felt his hot tongue connect with my center, causing my head to fall back in pleasure. His tongue ran through my wet folds once, and I was thriving and panting and fighting from screaming his name as my hands gripped his. The harder I gripped, the harder he gripped back, my body straining as he continued this wonderful torture that was almost too much for me to endure. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I let out a thunderous moan as my release came.
I was completely spent as I rested on the mattress, my eyes closed, trying hard to regain control over my breathing. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would beat right out of my chest. I lay there in the quietness of my room and heard him chuckle as I felt the bed move, and I opened my eyes to look in his direction. He now stood between my legs. His jeans had fallen to the floor, his hard, thick cock sat in his hand, and his eyes washed over me as he stood there stroking himself.
Before I could say anything, even beg for a moment to regain control over myself, he dropped his cock and gripped my legs, pulling me down to the edge of the bed. He was definitely in control of this situation, and I secretly loved every second of it. Once he had me where he wanted me, he ran his cock through my wet center, placing himself snuggly against my entrance. Bending down, he met my lips as he slowly inched himself inside of me, stretching me, his hands running over me, gripping my body as he pumped deeply into me. I cried out his name and dug my fingers into his back as he pressed his way into me, until he was fully seated in me.
"Soph..." he breathed out as he continued to pump into me, slow and deep. I gripped his back, feeling his tense muscles, his breathing ragged, and thought for a second that I felt his body quiver. He hands gripped my body tightly, stiffening as he poured himself into me. He collapsed against me, catching his breath.
We now lay in the dark, my head resting on Chase's chest, listening to his heart beating. His fingers danced in tiny circles on my shoulder, occasionally kissing the top of my head. "What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"I just don't want you to think that I am always that weak. I can normally go for hours."
I blushed at his words, not sure what to say.
He chuckled a litt
le. "I'm also really curious as to why we waited so fucking long to do this?" he said, pulling me closer to him.
I thought for a minute. I searched my mind to try and find some reason that actually made sense for me to answer his question. The longer I thought about it, I quickly realized that I could not come up with anything that made sense. I didn't know if it was because he had just totally blown my mind or because part of me had always secretly wanted him. Whatever the reason, I was glad we finally had, and I was looking forward to the rest of the week. I shrugged and, looking off into the distance, I whispered, "Honestly, I don't really know why."
"Well, that calms me a bit. It must have been good if you're actually answering that question with that answer." He chuckled, placing his arm behind his head, pulling me closer.
I lifted my head and kissed his lips. "I really can't think of a way that it could have been any better. Thank you."
Chase chuckled. "Well, I can." He rolled up onto his shoulder and pulled the blankets up over our head and kissed me hard, his hands roaming over me again, leading us both back down that path of no return.
14
Chase
I woke to the shower running. Other than that, the apartment was silent, and the sun was starting to rise over the neighboring apartment buildings. I rolled onto my back, put my arm behind my head, and lay there staring at the ceiling, trying not to think of Sophie naked in the shower, but it was proving to be impossible.
I had laid awake long after Sophie had fallen asleep. I lay there watching her, watching the calmness on her face that I so rarely saw from my best friend. The evening had started off somewhat rough but had ended in mind-blowing sex. I loved my best friend, but at times she was so uptight and worried about everything that it drove me crazy. Especially now she was so worried about how things would end up progressing between us that it had pretty much forced me to pick up my game. That was one thing that was different about her than all the others I dated, I rarely had to work at it, which had made me lazy. Images flashed through my mind of her earlier in the evening. The look on her face when I had taken her on the carriage ride down to the lake, then the look in her eyes at the end of our first kiss. I softly smiled to myself thinking about it. The more I had watched her while she slept the more I realized just how beautiful she truly was. Suddenly, the need to place my lips on hers was overwhelming, and I'd had to force myself to roll over to keep from kissing her again.
I'd had no idea where it had come from, but that same need that I had fought off last night while watching her sleep was starting all over again. My cock was starting to ache at the thought of kissing those perfectly bowed lips. I reached under the sheets and gripped the base of my cock, squeezing it, trying to get the throbbing to stop, but it did little good. "Fuck it," I said aloud to myself and got up from the bed.
I was just about to the bathroom door when I heard the shower shut off. A huge surge of disappointment ran through my body, but I decided to go ahead and open the door anyways. We could always just jump right back into that hot shower.
My hand was just about on the door handle when the door was suddenly ripped away from me and a towel-wrapped Sophie came bursting into the room. Her eyes wandered over my naked body, stopping on my hardened cock. Her cheeks flushed and a small smile came to her lips, which quickly vanished when she saw me looking at her. "Good morning," she murmured.
"Good morning. You're up early this morning."
"Every morning. Where were you going?"
I smiled. "Well, since I woke up in a cold empty bed, I thought I would come in and surprise you, maybe have a little fun in the shower," I said, raising my eyebrows at her and tugging at the knot in the front of the towel, trying to pull her closer, or better yet make her lose that towel she was now clutching tightly.
She stepped back out of my reach. "In the shower?" She scrunched up her nose in this cute way I had never seen her do before, or perhaps had never noticed, at my suggestion.
I did my best to suppress the laugh that threatened to erupt at her comment. "Come on, have you seriously never done it in the shower before? Shower sex is fantastic."
She shook her head as her cheeks flushed and her gaze hit the floor in embarrassment. She let out a sigh and walked over to her closet and began sifting through the clothes that hung there.
"Wait, you're serious? You've never done it in the shower?"
"You should get dressed, in case you forgot today is Jenna's birthday. We have plans with her and Matt tonight, and I still need to grab a gift for her."
"Come on, Soph, I didn't mean to upset you." I frowned and watched as Sophie clutched the towel tighter to her body. She ignored me by starting to search through her closet. I hadn't meant to upset her. Hell, I wanted to throw her over my shoulder, take her in that bathroom, and make her forget about anything and everything she felt she needed to do today. I was about to grab her waist and pull her into me when she looked over her shoulder in my direction.
"Didn't you hear me? Are you going to get ready or are you going to stand there all day and stare at me?"
The smile fell from my face when I realized she was serious and I made no further attempts to talk about the subject. Instead, I grabbed my bag that sat on the floor at the bottom of the bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
We had spent most of the afternoon at the mall looking for a gift for Jenna. No matter what I had suggested, Sophie flat out turned it down. I was beginning to get very irritated when she finally decided on a gift basket from one of Jenna's favorite stores and a couple movie passes. As the day had gone on, the tension between us mounted, and Sophie seemed to be more on edge than she had been earlier that morning.
I had been instructed to be ready by five, and I stood looking over my reflection in the hallway mirror fifteen minutes early while I waited on Sophie. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and straightened my collar as Sophie came out from the bedroom. "You just about ready?" I questioned, glancing at my watch.
"Are you sure we shouldn't just drive our own separate vehicles?" Sophie asked as she grabbed her shoes from the closet and slipped them onto her feet.
"It's fine. If they ask, which I'm sure they won't, but if they do, I picked you up because your car wouldn't start." I shrugged. "They won't think anything of it because I am closer to you than they are. It would make perfect sense that you called me and not them."
"All right, if you say so, but I think it would just be easier to go separately," she bit out, slipping into her coat.
“Why? I’m just coming back here tonight anyways.”
You could cut the tension with a knife as we drove in silence to the restaurant. Sophie sat fiddling with the ribbon on the gift bag, as she looked out the window, completely ignoring me. I knew those two things combined meant she was pissed off with me, but I still tried to calm the situation. "You can put the radio on if you like," I offered, pulling out onto the main road. I'd had all the silence I could handle.
"No, it's okay." Sophie shrugged, not once looking my way. “I have a headache.”
“Sure, okay a headache, right,” I mumbled under my breath. That comment had gotten me a stern look from Sophie, who went right back to looking out the window when I’d glanced at her.
She had been acting like this all day for absolutely no reason, and I was beyond irritated by her cold shoulder. We had never treated one another this way. I pulled up to the stoplight and turned to watch her. She sat there still twirling that stupid ribbon around her finger, ignoring me as if I weren’t even there. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, of course. Why would you ask that?"
I let out a deep breath and prayed I wasn't starting a major argument with my best friend before heading into a birthday celebration for another one of our friends. "Soph, you've barely looked at me since this morning. So you can say what you want, but I'm not an idiot."
"Let me guess, you've been with enough women to know when one is upset with you." She let out a
breath, rolled her eyes, and pointed to the sign coming up on our right to show me that we were almost there. I pulled into the parking lot and into the first spot and cut the engine.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"Just drop it. We are late. Now are you sure you don't want me to go in first? You know how I always arrive before you. If they ask, I'll just tell them that I parked around back."
I blew out a frustrated breath. "Sophie, it’s fine," I said as I unbuckled my belt. This was exactly like Sophie, worried about everything. At this point, I didn't care what Matt or Jenna thought. What I cared about and was more concerned with was what she had meant by that snarky little comment. I took one look at her worried face, rolled my eyes, and took her hand in mine. "They aren't going to think anything of it. Just relax," I said, bringing the back of her hand to my lips and kissing her. "Why are you so worried?"
"I'm not worried about anything," she murmured, hiding her eyes from me. Instead of taking two minutes to talk to me, she grabbed the gift bag and her purse from the floor and got out of the car.
I frowned and followed her lead. By the time I had locked the doors and walked around the car, Sophie was already halfway across the parking lot, so I picked up the pace to catch up to her.
We were barely through the door when I saw Jenna wave from the table in the back. Placing my hand on Sophie's back, I leaned in to whisper in her ear when she suddenly called out to Jenna and went running into the restaurant, leaving me standing there.
I stared down at the half-eaten piece of apple pie that sat on my plate and ran my fork through the sweet, sticky filling. Sophie and Jenna were now out on the dance floor, while I sat with Matt in the booth. I sipped on my Crown and Coke, while Matt told me about one of the cases he was working on at the firm. I knew he was telling me something important, I could tell from the look on his face, but my mind was on one thing and only one thing—Sophie. I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched how her hips swayed as she danced. She had me entranced, and I couldn't help but allow my eyes to wander her body.
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