by Kendall Ryan
He makes a low rumbling noise in his throat that causes my stomach to flutter. Dear God, that sound is like music. I’ve never once heard a noise like that from Cam in my entire life, but suddenly I’m addicted to making him do that again—preferably as soon as freaking possible.
His cock is rubbing perfect circles into my aching clit. God, I could come for him again, just like this.
I reach down, taking his thick length in my hand. A few firm pulls award me the most delicious moan from deep in his throat.
Just think of the sounds he’ll make once he’s inside me.
I move aside my bikini bottoms, letting him rub his cock all over my wetness. He shudders above me, overtaken with ecstasy.
Still, he hesitates.
I groan and wrap my legs around his hips.
“What do you want?” he whispers.
“You. Inside me.” I gasp. “I want you, Cam.”
His lips are on mine, hot and demanding, and I cling to him, kissing him back until I’m dizzy.
And just as he begins to press forward against my throbbing flesh, there’s a knock at the door.
My stomach clenches as Cam and I both glance toward the sound.
“Hey, let me in.”
Fuck.
It’s Jack.
Chapter Fifteen
Camden
I’ve never hated Jack more than in the moment my dick pressed right up against Natalie’s wet center. She shoves me away and I jump back, both of us in a panic. She straightens herself on the rumpled duvet as I yank on a pair of shorts over my obvious erection.
This is bad.
“Dammit, that’s Jack,” she whispers, her hand over her heart. Her face is pale and her mouth agape. I can tell this will be a situation for me to handle.
Another hammering knock at the door. “Dude, wake up!”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Cool your shit. I’m coming.” At least my voice sounds more composed than I feel in this moment.
I tuck my dick into a position that makes my arousal not so obvious and pad over to the door. I look back at Natalie, who is preoccupied with dragging her fingers through her hair. It’s in knots, difficult to tame.
I did that.
And I want to do so much more than that. I fight the urge to turn away from the door, grab Natalie by the wrists, and push her back on the bed. I want to drive my dick into her tight heat and pound out every pent-up emotion I’ve been harboring these past few weeks.
Natalie meets my eyes. Her face turns an even brighter pink. She’s still wet, and I know it.
I take a deep breath and open the door.
“Jesus, you sleep like the dead. Oh, hey, Natalie,” Jack says, surprise noticeable in his voice. His eyes linger for a moment too long on the rumpled bedspread where Natalie sits as casually as she can in her bikini.
I have no idea if he suspects anything, but if he does, he doesn’t say anything.
“I was just checking on him,” Natalie says, her voice a little higher than usual. She’s still a bit breathless, and my mouth twitches with the knowledge that I did that to her.
“And what’s the diagnosis?” Jack places a hand roughly on my forehead before I smack it off.
“I’m fine. What do you want?”
“We found grape liquor in the bar. Everyone’s doing shots like it’s fucking junior year and we have finals tomorrow morning. You guys have to come.”
Natalie opens her mouth to object, but Jack holds up a hand to silence her.
“Huh-uh. No buts. Hop to it.”
Natalie bites her tongue. I can see the tortured look in her eyes, and I can’t help but revel in it.
She wants to stay here. She wants to stay here with me.
My heart rate kicks up in my chest. Don’t go . . . But Natalie quickly snatches her rumpled towel from off the floor as Jack eyes me. After one last lingering look, she lets herself out, the door swinging closed behind her.
I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat, suddenly at a loss for words. The soft sound of her bare feet padding away is the most depressing sound in the entire world.
God fucking dammit. We were so close.
“What’s with her?” Jack asks, frowning. I want to punch the stupid look off of his face, but I restrain myself. That’s the blue balls talking, not my actual feelings.
“She’s fine. But I’m tired as shit, man. Go on without me,” I say, steering him toward the door. If I don’t take care of this situation in my pants soon, I’m going to be in serious pain for the rest of the night.
I half expect him to pressure me into coming back downstairs, but he must see something in my gaze that assures him that won’t be happening.
“When did you become such a party pooper?” he asks as I close the door in his face. “Whatever, man. You’re missing out,” he calls from the other side of the door.
Fuck yes, I am.
I’m missing out on probably the most incredible opportunity of my life, simply because the timing was shit. What would have happened had Jack not knocked? Would I be fucking Natalie right now? Would I know what her face looks like when I’m inside her? Would I know what her body feels like around mine?
I need another fucking shower.
Ice-cold water hits my shoulders in stinging droplets. My dick remains as hard as an iron rod, erect against my stomach. Still, negative thoughts plague me. What if she never wants to touch me again? What if I scared her away? What if this completely wrecks her trust in me?
I don’t even want to jack off. It would be too sad.
Frustrated, I turn off the water and rest my aching head against the cold tile. I don’t want to think about what any of this could mean, especially if it means something irreparable has happened between us.
Just breathe.
I’m counting my breaths when I hear a knock at the door. It’s barely been twenty minutes since Jack tried to lure me out of my room with the promise of nostalgia. Surely, he doesn’t think bringing the party to me will do him any favors.
I rip open the door. “Jack, I said I was—”
It isn’t Jack. Natalie stands at the door. The first thing I notice is that her hair is up in a messy ponytail, the tangled waves falling from the top of her head to the nape of her neck. Her towel is gone, and she’s just standing there at my door in her skimpy bikini. I can see her nipples through the damp fabric of her lavender bathing suit. The pale hair on her arms stands on end. Her eyes are searching mine.
“Natalie.”
She reaches up and covers my mouth with her fingers, walking me backward into my room. With her other hand, she reaches up and pulls me down to her level. The door clicks shut softly behind us.
What?
Natalie kisses me. Her lips pull and push against mine, her tongue prodding my mouth in a desperate exploration. She tastes like grape liquor. I pull back. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” she says, her eyes hooded, her gaze fixed on my mouth.
“What about everyone else?”
“They’re drunk. They’ll be in bed soon. It’s just us.”
It’s just us.
Us.
I yank her body against me, her bare stomach pressing intimately into mine. She’s so soft and smooth, and the feel of her against me immediately short-circuits everything else.
Us.
I take her ponytail in my hand and move her head to the side to give my tongue better access. She bites me then, nibbling my lower lip, and I groan, pressing her hard into the door. I’m holding her wrists against the door, nipping and sucking at the long line of her neck. She pulls my pelvis into hers with a leg curved around my waist, rubbing my cock into her.
Fuck. It feels incredible.
She moans, her lips parting. I can’t help it. I place a finger into her mouth, just to feel her tongue. Just to imagine.
She sucks hard on my finger, her eyes blazing pure fire into mine. I drop to my knees before her, pressing needy kisses into her belly, relishing the silky sk
in there. I don’t need to ask what she wants. Where she wants me. I can feel it in the way she drags her nails against my scalp, pushing my head lower and lower. With hooked fingers, I drag her itsy bikini bottoms down. Her plump, eager pussy greets me. It’s more beautiful than I remember. I drag my teeth across the tender flesh of her thigh, lifting it over my shoulder. She’s whimpering, barely able to stand.
“Please, Cam, please . . .”
The sound of my name falling from her lips so lustfully has me hungry to taste her. I wrap my arm around her thigh and press my lips firmly against her throbbing clit. She gasps, her knees buckling. With my other hand, I brace her, my fingers tucked tightly against the firm muscles of her ass. Her fingers pull at my hair, a silent invitation for more.
Oh, I’ll give you more.
I trace her clit with my tongue in soft, teasing circles. With each flick, she melts against me, her fingers pulling at my hair. With each suck, her sexy moans grow louder and louder.
“Shh,” I whisper, my lips never abandoning her sweet pussy. “Someone will hear us.”
She covers her own mouth with a hand, her eyes closed. From this angle, I can look up at her, watch her breasts bounce with every unrelenting rock against my mouth. I can see her try to stifle every whimper, and fail. It only makes me suck her clit harder.
I increase my pace. I want her to fall apart against my tongue. I have to see her lose all control. Her hips are bucking against me in a wild dance. I can feel her whole body jerk as she comes, her opening tightening and trembling. She cries out with deep, gulping breaths.
So beautiful.
I could stay like this forever, licking her, teasing her.
But Natalie is impatient.
“Get up here,” she gasps.
Her eyes are dark with lust, her cheeks bright spots of pink as she watches me. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life, and my heart is jackhammering against my rib cage.
I stand, touching one finger to my lips, which are still damp from her orgasm. “You taste so fucking good.” My voice is deep and husky.
Natalie touches my bare chest, her palm resting flat against my pec muscle.
“You came back.” I smile, loving the feel of her hand on me, no matter how innocent the touch.
She smiles and wraps her arms around me, pulling me against her heaving chest. Her lips press against my throat, eliciting a shuddering breath from me. Her hands trail up and down my back, her fingers finding purchase in my ass. Before long, the towel around my waist is in a damp pile at our feet and Natalie’s hand is rubbing up and down my cock.
Jesus.
We’re right back where we were before, frantically touching each other, walking back to my hotel bed. This time, it’s my knees that hit the edge of the bed, forcing me to sit before her, my cock bouncing heavily against my stomach. She uses both of her small hands to wrap around its girth, pulling me up and down.
Holy shit.
I feel my desire growing in the base of my dick, a soft tingling warmth with promises of a hefty release. I lean back on my hands, watching as Natalie jerks me off, her gaze locked on my cock like it’s the most exquisite piece of art she’s ever laid eyes on. I’m bubbling over, pre-come dripping down the side of my dick.
She licks her lips.
No fucking way.
Natalie’s little pink tongue peeks out of her mouth. She catches the drop with her tongue, licking all the way up to the head.
I might pass out.
I could die now and be a happy man.
My best friend’s mouth is on my dick, and this should be weird, but instead it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, Natalie.” I touch her cheek, stroking the soft skin there. “It’s so good. So fucking good.”
That affirmation appears to be all it takes for Natalie to take me deep into her mouth. Natalie. Sweet, clueless, gorgeous Natalie isn’t shy at all with my dick bobbing against her tongue. She adds one hand, gripping me low on the shaft as her tongue does the most magical things to my cock.
“Yes, oh fuck.” I groan again.
She takes me deep, gulping me in, letting me pop back out, sucking me right back in. There has never been a more satisfying feeling than the hot, wet slide of this woman’s mouth around my pulsing dick.
“Come for me,” she whispers before taking me in deep again, her ponytail bouncing with her increased efforts.
Yes, ma’am.
When I can’t take it any longer, I let go. The hot, searing come shoots out of me, straight into the back of her throat, where she gulps me down. She takes each spurt with a diligent swallow until I’m dizzy.
Completely sated, I fall back onto my elbows, my arms shaking and chest heaving. This woman has made me orgasm faster, harder, than any woman in my life ever has. I can’t even catch my breath with her little tongue licking soft lines up my cock, cleaning it for me.
So fucking hot.
My turn again.
I yank Natalie up onto the bed. She topples next to me with a loud laugh. Is that my favorite sound? That unabashed sound of joy she saves just for me?
Or is it that shameless cry she makes when she comes apart at my command?
I guess there’s only one way to find out.
“Again?” she asks breathlessly as my fingers trace her lower lip.
I press my mouth to hers in another searing kiss.
Right now, there’s no thoughts of Jack or if our friends suspect anything, or how this might irreparably change our friendship. Right now there’s only heat and lust and our two bodies grinding closer as we recline onto the bed together.
I push the tip of my finger inside her tight heat to answer that ridiculous question. She closes her eyes, her eyelashes casting dark shadows onto her cheeks. As my finger begins a steady pumping rhythm inside her, Natalie’s head falls back onto the covers and she hums with desire.
Yes, you beautiful woman. Again.
Chapter Sixteen
Natalie
I sigh. My queen-size hotel bed is painfully empty with just me under its covers. I splay my arms and legs as wide as I can, but I still don’t cover the whole bed. It’s three in the morning, and I’ve been trying to sleep for over an hour. My thoughts refuse to quiet the hell down. I’ve been replaying the night over and over in my mind, retracing every caress, every goose bump. It was . . . earth shattering.
Everything I thought I knew about Cam is now magnified under an entirely new lens. His sexy little smile, the way my name sounds when he whispers it in a rough growl against my mouth. What he tastes like. Jesus, how hung he is. It’s all so foreign to me, and I can’t wait to investigate further.
Further.
Will we go further? We’ve already done more than I’ve ever imagined, but what would be next? Is there even a next time? What if this was a one-time deal between very, very good friends? What if he was just horny, and I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time?
I’m gonna make myself sick with these spiraling questions. I’ve never been comfortable with the unknown. Whenever there’s an issue between the guys and me, I just address it directly. That’s right. The answers are out there . . . I just need to ask for them.
I reach under my pillow and pull out my cell phone, typing out a message before I can second-guess myself.
Are you asleep?
My cell phone falls to my chest with a hollow thud. I chew on a nail. If he doesn’t respond tonight, I’m going to gnaw my whole arm off. Or at least lose a night’s sleep.
Buzz, buzz.
Yeah.
Thank God.
Smartass.
I smile. This level of rapport will never be damaged, no matter how many times we get each other off.
Are you okay?
Shit. I guess it does look suspicious that I’m awake at three in the morning. Still, for all he knows, I could just be asking for a late-night movie recommendation. Yet, I feel the weight of those three words, as hea
vy as the barbells I lift at the gym. How does he always know exactly how I’m feeling, every time? My heart aches.
I’m okay, just confused.
About earlier?
Yeah. What does it mean?
My heart is beating fast in my ears. God, what a girlie thing to ask. It was probably just a one-time hookup. It probably meant nothing, means nothing. And now I can’t tell if I’m excited for his response or dreading it. Knowing my propensity for mixed emotions, it’s both.
It doesn’t have to mean anything. It felt good for both of us, right?
Good is a glaring understatement.
Yeah, it did. I guess you’re right.
Get some sleep, Nat.
Night, Cam.
I toss my phone aside, and it bounces pathetically on this horrid hotel mattress. It’s fine, I know it’s fine. I pull the covers tightly under my chin and turn over to sleep. Cam is right. It was really good, and that’s great, and nothing has to change. We’ve snapped right back to normal, and that’s exactly what I wanted.
Then what’s this ache in my chest about?
• • •
Janelle attacks me with a bear hug as soon as I walk out of my supervisor’s office one day the next week. I’ve just finished the meeting I’ve been waiting ages for. The promotion: Will she or won’t she?
“What did I say?” she cries, rocking me back and forth.
“I got the promotion. You were right!” I enjoy the embrace for as long as I can, knowing my own mother isn’t as proud of me as this woman right here in my arms. Once again, I’m reminded of how good I’ve got it here.
I am now the newest member of the management team, overseeing digital marketing for this little nonprofit that’s come to feel like home.
“Are you going to celebrate that new paycheck?”
“Of course!”
“With your boyfriend?” She waggles her thin eyebrows at me.
“No such boyfriend anymore,” I confess. “But I have some pretty great friends to share the moment with.”
Cam is the one who pops into my head first, though.
“A good friend goes much further than any boyfriend. Lemme tell you that,” Janelle says in a low, sage voice, as if she’s revealing some age-old wisdom.
