by Codi Gary
“Yeah, I just forgot for a moment.”
He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, smiling gently. “I guess kissing me can be pretty distracting.”
“Yeah, it really is.” She adjusted her hand to slide her fingers through his. “Can we do it again? Please?”
The please was his undoing, and he cradled her cheek while keeping a hold of her hand. “We can definitely do that again.”
Chapter 18
Kelly softened her lips, following Chris’s lead as they made out on her couch. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a man’s hand in hers, let alone pressing her onto her back. As he came over her, she was aware of every tight, sinewy piece of him against her front. Of the hard length of his cock through his blue jeans.
She spread her legs and placed her feet on the couch, bending her knees on either side of his hips. Her pajama pants were thin, and if she just lifted her hips, he’d be able to slide the shaft of his cock against the apex of her thighs. The thin material would do nothing to protect her, not that she needed or wanted it. For the first time in years, she felt alive. Rejuvenated. Horny as hell.
And it was all for a man who had seen her at her absolute worst and still called her special.
Chris reared back on his knees above her, breaking their kiss. Before she could beg him not to stop, he reached between them, and slipped his hand under her tank top, skimming his palm across her stomach. She stilled under him, watching him through half-closed eyes as he slowly made his way to her braless chest.
She didn’t protest. Didn’t tell him to stop, even when he lifted the tank up and over her head, tossing it across the room. She wondered what he was thinking as his gaze traveled from her navel up to her face, taking his sweet time getting there.
Then, with his blue eyes darker than she’d ever seen, he covered her breast with one hand and squeezed.
She moaned at the warm, firm grasp. God, it had been so long since she’d been touched and cared for and Chris…
She trusted him. Chris would never hurt her.
“Kelly, you are so fucking perfect. Everything about you.”
He dropped his head and kissed the skin above her collarbone, the brush of his lips causing gooseflesh to erupt along the skin of her arms and stomach. She slid the fingers of her good hand through his hair and tugged, wanting his mouth back on hers.
He didn’t give her what she was begging for, though. Instead, he stood up, standing over her with a heaving chest and tense, broad shoulders that lifted with every breath.
He was beautiful, and she wanted him. All of him.
“I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Wait, what? He was…he was stopping? Now?
She sat up, unconcerned with the fact that she was topless and her boobs had probably jiggled at the rapid motion. “Why shouldn’t you have kissed me?”
Both his hands swept back through his hair, and he laughed, almost bitterly. “I have no fucking clue. I want you so bad, Kel, I don’t know which end is up or down. All I do know is that I want to take you up those stairs and remove your pajama pants slow enough to give my mouth time to memorize the feel of your thighs beneath my lips. I want to kiss you until our lips are numb, and I want to bury myself inside you and feel the moment you come around me. But something is holding me back.”
It was probably good that Chris was hesitating, trying to hold onto their platonic friendship.
Only his desires matched hers almost completely, and she really, really wanted him to follow through with it.
Kelly got up from the couch with ease, never breaking eye contact with him. When she stepped to him, his gaze devouring her, she wrapped her good arm around his neck.
“Don’t hold back.”
“Kel…”
“Shhh. Tomorrow, we can talk about why this can’t happen again or how this was a mistake. But I am too tired tonight to lie about what I want right now.”
Chris tenderly brushed her hair back from her face, his expression searching. “What do you want, Kelly?”
Kelly pressed her body flush against his. “I want you, Chris. I’ve wanted you for weeks, but had no idea how to ask for it. I’m asking now.” She brushed her lips lightly against his. “Take me to bed.”
Chris gripped her hips in his hands and brought her against him roughly. His mouth claimed hers and she lost herself in him. She could sense him moving them, driving her backwards. She was too caught up in his kiss to care when they bumped her side table and her crystal lamp shattered against the wood floor.
“Sorry about that,” he murmured against her mouth.
Kelly’s hands were under his shirt, trailing her fingers over the muscles of his back.
It wasn’t until her legs hit the back of a mattress before she realized he’d maneuvered her into her spare bedroom. She fell back on the bed and watched as he stripped off his shirt. His cut torso was all angles and planes. Seeing Chris naked did not bring out feelings of indifference.
It made her hungry.
Kelly waited for Chris to continue undressing, leaning back on her hands, which caused her breasts to jut forward proudly. Instead, he stood with his hands on the snap of his jeans, staring at her chest.
“Aren’t you going to take those off?” she asked.
“I was, but I got distracted.”
She came up on her knees and grabbed him by his belt, pulling him to her. “Let’s get you back on track then. This belt gets unbuckled. Then, I unbutton your jeans.”
Chris let her do everything she described and more. When it came time to slide his jeans and underwear down, she lost her boldness for a moment, staring at the length of him through his underwear.
When Chris cradled the back of her neck, she met his tender gaze.
“You don’t have to put on a show. I want you. Be real with me.”
Her stomach knotted a bit as she remembered the summer with Ray after high school. Figuring out what he liked and what made him excited. The biggest thing for him had been when she did whatever he asked. He’d always had control in their sex life and she’d never thought of it until now. Now, here was Chris, letting her do what she wanted to him, telling her to be real and it was hot.
Smoking hot.
She pushed his pants and underwear down. His cock burst out of the elastic, and bobbed long and thick in her face. Without any cues from Chris, she wrapped her hand around him and lowered her mouth to his tip. Her tongue came out, tracing the head of him. Her lips followed, swallowing him up and sliding down until he touched the back of her throat.
“God, Kel.”
She took his groan as consent as she played with him, testing what she liked. He tasted slightly salty and at first, she moved her mouth up and down him slowly, listening to every hitch of his breath. Kelly liked the sounds Chris made when she did something he enjoyed, and she wanted to keep it up.
“Fuck, stop. Stop.”
She let her hand fall before she pulled her mouth away, releasing him with a wet pop. She sat back on her heels, smiling up at him.
“You were going to blow, huh?”
He laughed harshly. “Yeah, I was. And I’m not ready for this to be over.”
The way he said it, so earnestly, made her skin tingle. He untied her pajama bottoms and pulled them down, leaving her only in her white and blue polka dot briefs.
“If I’d known this was going to happen, I would have worn something sexier,” she said.
“You’d be sexy in anything.”
He hooked the edges of her panties and pulled them down her legs, tossing them off to the side. Now, as naked as he was, she had the overwhelming urge to cover up, feeling too exposed and sprawled against the bed.
She caught him watching her, his eyes scanning her body earnestly, and she stilled. No one had ever looked at her like that.
He met her gaze over her naked, heaving body and smiled.
Then dipped his head between her legs and she stopped breathing. Licks of fire spread down her legs and up, curling in her belly as he stroked her with his tongue and fingers. Kelly’s breath came out in a whoosh as he crooked one digit inside her and swept it over her g-spot.
“Holy…oh…my…shit.”
Chris chuckled against her, his hot breath burning her flesh as his tongue pressed into her clit, massaging the bud rapidly. It was so fast, she barely had time to process one sensation to the next. All she knew was that pressure was building inside her and she was getting close.
She lifted her head to look down at his golden one and her whole body trembled. She couldn’t see what he was doing, and then he looked up at her, his mouth covering her clit, his eyes glittering in the dark.
And he sucked so hard her back bowed. Her head fell against the bed and her eyes closed as the orgasm overwhelmed her, making her a tight, quivering mess as she came down. Her limbs turned into liquid until she could no longer hold herself up, and she sank into the mattress with a sigh.
She felt him move up next to her as she caught her breath, the heat of his skin pressing against her side, his hand trailing up her stomach, chest, until he was cradling her face.
“If you want me to stop, I will.”
She opened her eyes and met his in the glow of the light coming from the doorway. She could see the desperation there, and knew he was silently begging her not to say no.
She didn’t want to do that.
Kelly placed her hand on his cheek and lifted her head to kiss him. With her lips pressed against his, she whispered, “Please, don’t stop.”
Chapter 19
Chris pressed his mouth down on hers as he swung his legs back between Kelly’s shapely thighs. This night was like a dream, one he didn’t want to wake up from.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.”
“Do I need a condom?”
Kelly shook her head. Her legs came up around his hips, wrapping around his waist and he could feel her heat against his cock, beckoning him to slide inside. He leaned over, covering one of her pert nipples with his mouth. As Chris sucked and tongued her, he took his cock in his other hand and rubbed it against her wet slit.
She squirmed beneath him, whimpers of pleasure escaping those full lips and he moved to her other breast, still teasing her with his tip against her clit.
“Fuck, Chris, now. Please, God, stop!”
Chris released her nipple and pushed his hips forward until his mouth hovered over hers, groaning as her body encased him in a sweet heat. He kissed her lips, watching her eyes roll up and close as he pulled out again and thrust forward. He held his body up on his forearms, pistoning hers with slow, steady strokes. Sweat broke out across his forehead and shoulders as he took his time, when all he wanted was to drive into her harder and harder.
Kelly’s arms came around his shoulders and her breaths puffed against his chest. They grew shallower, faster, with a high-pitched sound on the end of every one, breathless little moans that drove him wild.
“Harder. Please. I’m almost…”
Chris pushed hard and her gasp turned into a scream when he did it again, getting off on her wild abandon. He closed his eyes, listening to her voice as she drew closer to paradise.
“Chris, yes, yes, please, fuck.”
He opened his eyes and watched her fall apart. Her lips lush and parted, her eyes half closed, and her neck arched up.
She was so fucking beautiful, and she was coming for him. Because of him.
It was enough to send him over the edge. His hips jerked as he came, shouting her name as he let it all go.
It was the best sex of his life, and he wanted to stay in the moment. Connected to Kelly in a way he’d never been before.
It was Kelly who curled out from under him on her side, touching the lines of his face with the tips of her fingers.
“That was amazing.”
He put his hand on her hip, and stroked her soft skin with his thumb.
“Yeah, it really was.”
She leaned over, pressing her lips against his, and then pulled away with a grin. “I’m going to use the bathroom. If my legs will carry me that far.”
He laughed as he watched her get up from the bed. Even in the darkly lit room, the light from the living room shone through, highlighting Kelly’s curves like a spotlight. Her gorgeous ass swayed as she headed for the door.
“Turn on the light, would you?” he asked.
She did as he asked and stumbled a bit as she turned left out of the doorway and went down the hall. Once he heard the bathroom door shut, he lost his smile, staring up at the ceiling fan twirling.
What the hell had he started? He couldn’t regret it, because he realized how bad he’d wanted it for so long. All his other girlfriends had seen it, his friends had seen it. Everyone knew he’d wanted Kelly but him. It was a story too old to even contemplate. A guy lusting for his best friend without realizing it?
Or he just hadn’t wanted to know because the stakes were too high.
He rolled over to follow Kelly. Maybe he could convince her to take a shower, join her under the hot spray and run his hands over every inch of her beautiful body.
The light from the living room reflected off a picture collage to his left and he glanced over.
And stopped.
In between a picture of Kelly and her parents and Kelly standing in front of Something Borrowed was a picture from prom night. Ray and Chris stood on either side of Kelly. Chris’s date had ditched him to get back together with her ex-boyfriend, and Kelly had refused to let him be alone. She’d waved him into the picture with Ray, who had been good-natured about the whole thing.
He could still remember Kelly’s arm around his waist as the camera man had counted down.
“I’m so lucky. I have a date with two hot guys.”
Ray and Chris had both laughed just as the camera flashed so their mouths were open, their teeth exposed as they looked down at Kelly, who was innocently smiling for the camera.
Chris stared at the three kids who had been inseparable. He’d never been able to replace Ray in his life. He had friends, buddies from college he’d talk to and catch up with, but Ray had been with him since kindergarten. They’d grown up together and he’d never have that history with anyone else.
He focused on Kelly, her hair piled on her head in a fountain of curls tumbling down around her face and shoulders. Ray had been her first love. She’d been planning to marry him. Chris knew he’d held her entire heart, so when it came down to it, would she really be able to move on? To give herself completely to someone else?
The bathroom door opened, and Chris ducked back into the bedroom. Kelly came around the corner just as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She stood in the doorway, beautifully naked and smiling shyly.
“Can I shut the light off?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m just going to get cleaned up too.”
“All right. Do you want to move this party upstairs?”
She was asking him to stay. She wasn’t kicking him out or telling him this was a mistake.
“I’ll meet you up there.”
“Okay.” She disappeared again, and Chris got up, shutting the light off when he left the room. When he finished in the bathroom, he climbed the stairs and found Kelly curled up under the covers with her back to him. He came around the other side, watching her breathe deeply.
Should he let her rest and sneak out the door? Or would she take that bad
ly?
“Do you have to get home to Fungi?” she asked.
So, she was awake. “He’s okay for a while.”
“Then get in here and hold me.”
Chris lifted the blanket with a laugh, and slid in until he was next to her. He wrapped his arm under her head and the other rested on her waist. She was tracing his chest with the tip of her finger over his skin and hair.
“Do you regret it?” she whispered.
He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “No. You?”
She shook her head. “I was afraid it would be awkward or terrible.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“But it was amazing, and I don’t…I don’t know what it means.”
He kissed her forehead and then her nose, followed closely by her lips. He wasn’t sure where they went from here either, but he didn’t want to say that. There was so much to think about, so many ways this could go badly. Kelly was the most important person to him after his family, and he didn’t want to think about what his life would look like without her in it.
“We don’t have to decide today what we are to each other. Let’s just be best friends.”
“Who have seen each other naked?”
“Exactly.”
She laughed, and snuggled closer. Within a few minutes, she melted into him and he knew she’d fallen asleep. He traced the curve of her hip with his hand, growing drowsy with her warm body pressed against his and the sweet smell of her hair drifting up to him.
Chris walked down the hallway of El Dorado High School, wondering what in the hell he was doing there. The white halls were lined with blue lockers and although he remembered it as a loud, bustling environment, there was nobody there but him. It had been fourteen years since he’d graduated, and the place looked the same.
“Hey Chris,” someone called.
He turned searching the empty corridor.
“Yo, in here.”
Chris headed toward the voice, which was coming from a classroom to his left. He went through the doorway of to find the room empty.
It wasn’t really empty though. At the front, behind the teacher’s desk, sat Ray with his feet up on the flat wood. His hair was in a short ‘fro, the way he’d styled it at the beginning of their senior year. His even white teeth flashed into a welcoming smile and his dark eyes twinkled.
