“I— I—”
“I’m listening.” His seductive smile is disarming. I can’t even remember what I was going to say. “Those are fucking gorgeous,” he says before lowering his eyes to my nipples.
“I—”
“You what?” he challenges.
This time he strokes the tip of my peaks with his middle fingers in a slow circle. His tempo is agonizing.
“Good Lord,” I grunt, my eyes fixed on his hands.
“And they feel fucking amazing.”
I’m completely at a disadvantage here. Grasping at straws, I go for a low blow.
“Is your game off? You didn’t score tonight? That’s why you’re here?”
He doesn’t answer immediately.
The silence is killing me.
When he pinches my nipples, I nearly scream.
“You’re wrong. I turned down a few offers. Because I’d rather be here… with you.”
“Oh.”
“Wanna know why?” His face is a raw mix of tenderness and wickedness. How is that even possible?
“Why?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Dom. And not as my best friend. It’s like your soft, warm mouth put a spell on me. Frankly, I didn’t get nearly enough last night.”
A relieved breath escapes my lips.
He wasn’t hunting for prey.
The thought sends a thrill through me and threatens to melt my body into a pool of heat. A warning voice rings an alarm bell.
“I bet you say that to all your conquests,” I sneer.
“Other than the girl I lost my virginity to and maybe a few girls here and there when I was still a teenager, I never kiss the women I’m with,” he says.
“You don’t?”
We talk about everything, except our sex lives, so this comes as a shock.
He shakes his head. “It’s too intimate.”
“And it isn’t with me?”
“No.” His answer is so definite. So steadfast. So unwavering. I don’t even know how to respond. “As far as you being a conquest, it’ll never happen.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Short-lived relationships don’t allow me time to care. You and me, we’ve been going strong for over a decade. We’re solid. And I care about you.”
“As a friend.”
“As my best friend,” he corrects.
I’m not so easily swayed.
“What happened to, ‘This is a bad idea’?” I retort.
“I freaked out.”
I explode in laughter. “Rod Wolfe loses his cool? That’ll be the day.”
“I didn’t expect to like kissing you so much.”
Oh, my God.
His words fan the fire raging wildly inside me.
“You liked it?” I ask in a small voice.
He lowers his head and skims his lips along my forehead to my ear. “Yeah. A lot. I jerked off thinking of your mouth, Dom.”
“You did?”
I really shouldn’t be this excited.
“Yeah. Last night when I got back to my place, and a couple times today. What can I say? That kiss had quite an effect on me.” I can’t believe his confession. Power fills me at the thought I could do that to a guy like Rod. “But nothing made me come harder than thinking of all the other things I want to do to you—dirty, filthy, lewd things.”
I heave a shaky breath.
His revelation renders me completely speechless. I’m sure my eyes are as big as saucers.
“Did I shock you… or turn you on?”
Both.
Heat travels from my nipples to my clit in a flash at the hunger I read in his gaze.
God, all these years, I thought my clit was broken.
I blink up at him, then laugh softly. “You’re pulling my leg, Wolfe.”
Rod moves closer and deliberately brushes his body against mine. There’s no hiding what’s going on here. “Feel that?”
“Mother of God.”
“That’s right.” He’s sporting a devilish grin as he grinds against me with more resolve.
This is usually the moment when I enter fight-or-flight mode, but instead of panicking, I tilt my hips forward, pressing close against him and feeling every hard ridge of his impressive erection against my stomach. “You’re so incredibly hard.” I don’t recognize the raspy voice that escapes my lips.
Rod grabs my chin, forcing our eyes to lock. “It’s all for you, baby.”
That’s a lot to handle.
I lower my gaze in an attempt to break the bewitching trance he has me under. “God, Rod.”
“The way you say my name is sexy as fuck, Dom.”
“You shouldn’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” I might get addicted to your words. “What are we doing?”
“Just one more kiss,” he bargains.
“One more kiss?”
“Let’s get it out of the way––flush it out of our systems. Maybe last night was just a fluke. Maybe this thing between us is a passing infatuation.”
“What if one more kiss isn’t enough?” The words fly out of my mouth before I can catch them.
Goosebumps pebble along my skin as he studies me, his searing gaze traveling down to my breasts before returning to my face. One corner of his mouth lifts, and triumph morphs his gorgeous features. “Then you tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, sweet Dom.” He pauses. Holding my stare hostage, he adds, “But I warn you, this time, I’ll want more than one kiss. Are you up for the challenge?”
I swallow hard, my mind spinning fast.
Can I handle more? Can I handle a demigod like Roderick Wolfe?
I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit I’d give up an organ to feel as safe as I did yesterday in his strong arms.
“One night,” I say. “I don’t want to become your fuck buddy.”
God save me if I want more after tonight.
“Agreed, but for the record, you’d never be a fuck buddy.”
I laugh quietly, shaking my head. “You don’t date, Rod. You fuck,” I remind him.
He opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind.
It’s not like he can deny it. That’s who he is.
A few beats pass and we’re still staring at each other.
“One night and we can go back to being best friends,” he finally says.
I nod.
I don’t know if either of us believe the lie, but when he lowers his head and captures my lips in a blazing kiss, all thoughts escape me.
Rod pushes my lips apart and when I taste his tongue, my pussy clenches so hard I dig my fingernails in his forearm for fear I might come. He doesn’t just kiss me. He takes full ownership of my mouth. Of my soul. To my astonishment, I match his passionate fervor. Our tongues dance wildly and I let out a litany of small mewls of pleasure in response. I thought I was greedy last night, but now I’m unleashed. I drink him up like a woman who hasn’t had a sip of water in weeks. Nothing so far in my life compares to this.
As soon as he cups my head between his large hands and lets out a deep growl, all my worries fade away.
I’m in a safe place.
I want this.
No.
I need this.
I need him.
And just like that, Roderick Wolfe relinquishes his role as my best friend.
He’s no longer the loyal guardian who watches over me and protects me.
Gone is the man I’ve placed on a pedestal because he’s the only one who’s never betrayed or hurt me.
He’s now the smoking hot guy who’s devouring the hell out of me. And I’m not afraid to say, I’m relishing every second of it.
CHAPTER 13
Roderick
Dom is giving me one night.
She could’ve refused, but she didn’t.
She wants this as much as I do.
We’ve been skirting around our attraction for far too long. It’s time we did someth
ing about it before I go fucking crazy.
I lean into her and press a soft kiss to her lips. Unrushed, I linger, taunt, tease, but never deepening the kiss. I want to give her time. Heck, I need time. This is combustive and my mind has yet to catch up. She melts into my kiss, allowing my tongue to flirt with hers. I welcome her taste when her sweetness floods my tongue. I cup her face and draw her into me.
Jesus Christ, those little mewls of hers will be the end of me.
I press my body against hers until her hard nipples are scratching my chest through my shirt.
“Dear, God,” she gasps at the contact.
“Fuck,” I growl.
Our kiss grows urgent with every tongue stroke.
It’s scorching.
It’s hotter than a heatwave in the middle of the Mojave Desert.
It’s laced with pent-up lust.
For six months we’ve been pretending. Choosing to be oblivious rather than to give in to what we both needed.
Dom can live in her shell sometimes, I didn’t expect this from her.
She matches my voraciousness with unwavering passion.
Damn, she responds beautifully.
Kissing Dom shouldn’t feel this fucking good the second time around.
I should feel guilty for ravishing my best friend’s mouth.
I should repent for wanting to dominate every part of her.
And God knows, I shouldn’t want to take possession of her sexy little body.
But I don’t feel an ounce of guilt.
I twist her blonde hair around my hand to control the slant of her mouth beneath mine and I deepen the kiss.
“You taste so fucking amazing, Dom. Tell me I can kiss you hard enough to bruise,” I growl.
“Kiss me hard, Rod.”
My cock swells in approval.
She’s no longer my best friend. She’s the woman I want more than my next breath.
Damn.
“Feel me, baby,” I order.
“What?”
“I want you to know exactly what you do to me.” I don’t wait for an answer. I let go of her hair, grab her hand and slide it down the ridge of my stomach, past my belt until her fingers curl around my hard cock.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
I squeeze both our hands tight and nearly black out from the sharp pulse tugging my balls.
“Fuck me.” I breathe those words like a solemn prayer.
When I inhale her arousing scent, my appetite for her kicks into overdrive. Claiming her mouth is no longer enough. I need more. A hell of a lot more.
With one last tongue stroke, I pull away from her and drop a soft kiss against her forehead.
“You stopped,” she complains.
“I just need a second to allow my heart to stop beating so fast,” I chuckle.
She glides her hand up my torso and places it against my chest. “Mine is beating fast too,” she says.
I mirror her gesture, but the result is vastly different.
I really intended on feeling the thumping rhythm of her heart against my palm, but unable to restrain myself, I grope her left breast. When I do, the fabric of her tank top shifts, revealing her naked right breast.
Shit.
I’m completely unprepared for this moment.
I’m going to hell for wanting to defile my best friend.
So be it.
“I don’t think you need this anymore,” I say, tugging at her top.
I stare at her, waiting for a protest. She offers a shy smile.
Grabbing the hem of her tank top, I pull the thin cotton fabric over her head. Dom’s exposed full breasts are a work of art.
“Fuck, I’m delirious just looking at you. Tell me you want me to put an end to this madness.”
“Don’t.”
“You sure?”
“I am.”
“I’m warning you, once we start this, I won’t be able to put the brakes on.”
“I’m okay with that,” she smiles wide. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
“Neither have I,” my grin matches hers.
Unable to contain myself, I run a finger from the tip of her chin down between her tits. She follows my trailing finger and when our gaze meets, the lust I read in her sapphire eyes consumes me. The intensity between us is combustive.
I fill up my palms with her plump tits. I knead them greedily, giving her as much pleasure as I rob from her. Her natural breasts jiggle and mold under my touch and she moans for me so beautifully.
“Goddammit, Dom. You’re so beautiful.” I can’t stop devouring her with my eyes.
“You do this to me,” she says.
“No, it’s always been in you. You’re just allowing me to pull it out of you, baby,”
She smiles shyly.
When I let her tits fall against her chest, they hang beautifully. They aren’t Hollywood-huge. They’re fucking perfect.
“I bet your tits taste amazing,” I say, lowering my head.
Her response catches me off guard.
The second she weaves her fingers into my hair and pushes her gorgeous breasts into my mouth like an offering, it’s game over. This is definitely an invitation I can’t refuse.
I flick my tongue across the ridges of her taut nipple and she moans for me again.
“Your tits are exquisite, Dom.”
I nip at her tits, then suck her deep into my mouth.
My sweet Dom brazenly arches her back, demanding more.
Good girl.
I give her what she needs in spades. I suck on her left breast with fervor while my thumb circles the hard nipple of her right breast. Her body trembles under my touch. I heighten my pleasure by groping her into my large palm, relishing the suppleness and bounce of her breasts.
“God that feels so, so good,” she pants, clutching more hair until my scalp burns.
Oh, yeah, baby.
After a few long minutes of sinful play, I release her nipples, ignoring the sound of her protest. Impatient to discover every part of her, I let my hand roam down her stomach until I reach her ripped jean shorts.
She places her hand against mine to stop me.
“It’s okay,” she says.
I frown my confusion. “What’s okay?”
“You––you don’t have to try. It doesn’t work.”
“You lost me. What doesn’t work?”
“You can’t make me come with your fingers.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead. It takes me a second to recover from the shock.
“The hell I can’t.”
“Rod, don’t be stubborn.”
“I’m at a loss, Dom.”
She doesn’t answer.
“Talk to me.”
Still no answer.
“Are you a virgin?”
She shakes her head.
“Answer me,” I demand.
“I’m not.”
“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. You can’t have an orgasm because of a medical condition or you’ve just been with shitheads who needed a map and a flashlight… and even with those, they couldn’t find their way around?”
She shakes her head, but she does a pretty poor job at hiding her smile.
“What? It’s a legitimate question.” I defend.
She purses her lips and blinks up to the ceiling. She always does that when she’s uncomfortable about something.
“Dom,” I press. I place my fingers around her chin and lower her head so our eyes meet. “I’m your best friend. Talk to me,” I repeat.
“I’ve never allowed myself to… you know…”
“No, I don’t know. Tell me.”
“It’s hard for me to get into it. To block everything out and let my body do the thinking. My mind is constantly… active.”
What a crying shame.
“What happened to cause that?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head vehemently. “It’s just me.”
Her answer comes too quickl
y, but I don’t push her. We can talk about it another time. I try a different approach.
“I know everything about you, except for what drives you over the edge. What do I have to do to make you scream out my name when you come?”
She laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never been able to have an orgasm with a guy, so I wouldn’t know.”
“But you’ve had them?”
She blushes. “I have.”
“What’s your vice?” She blinks her confusion. “Porn? Toys? Fingers? Tell me. You can’t shock me.”
“I’m not very comfortable with those.”
Fair enough.
“What’s your trick?”
“Humping my pillow always does it for me… in a big way.” Her cheeks flush in the most seductive shade of pink.
Whoa!
And if the imagery of my sweet Dom chasing after her orgasm, rocking back and forth on a pillow doesn’t make me harder than I already am.
“We’ll definitely have to try the pillow another time.”
“I thought this was just one night, Wolfe,” she sasses.
“If you think I’m going to let that bombshell slide, you’re wrong, Dom. That kind of explosive revelation warrants a second night. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I have to make up for all those losers who’ve let you down.”
She giggles.
But she hasn’t said no.
“You trust me?”
I get a small nod.
“I asked you a question, Dom.”
“I trust you,” she says.
“I’m not convinced.”
“Don’t be silly, Rod. You know I trust you.”
A little better, but I want more.
“Implicitly?”
“Of course.”
“If you trust me, let me make it good for you.”
She readies herself to say something, but I cock an eyebrow in warning.
“Okay.”
I resume my mission.
I undo the button of her shorts, unzip them and glide my fingers underneath the denim fabric. With an eager hand, I push her underwear aside and travel to her pussy.
“What’s that, baby?” I ask, stroking the top of her pussy.
“This is so embarrassing,” she blushes. She even hides her face against my chest.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. As your lover, I’ll know every part of you.”
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