Just Friends

by Jennifer Sucevic

  I pull back and nip at her generous mouth, sucking on the top lip before giving it a gentle tug with my teeth. When her breath hitches, I release the plump flesh, lavishing the same attention on her bottom one. A whimper slides from her lips. The sound of her desire arrows straight to my cock and makes me throb harder.

  “Your clothes need to go.”

  I roll to my side so that my body is pressed against the long line of hers. My fingers go to the hem of her shirt before dragging it up her body. Em wiggles her way out of the thin cotton material before I tug it over her head and toss it to the carpeted floor. Her jeans are the next to go. Within seconds, I’ve got the button unfastened and the zipper yanked down. I tug at the well-worn material until she’s able to shimmy her way out of it. With two kicks of her legs, the jeans are wrestled free before joining the shirt in a growing pile.

  As impatient as I am to strip her bare, I force myself to slow down and admire the way Emerson looks in her pink bra and panties. There’s nothing overt about them. They conceal more than they reveal. And yet, she’s the sexiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  This moment is one that needs to be savored. I drop a kiss on her lips and trail my fingers over her lower abdomen, moving up her rib cage, before stopping at her collarbone. I pause and reverse the motion, halting only when I get to the edge of her panties. Her body trembles under my touch. I repeat the caress over and over again until she relaxes against the mattress, her eyes feathering closed.

  When she’s completely at ease, I trace a light path over her left breast, circling the outer edge before slowly working my way inward but never quite touching the center. Through the material of her bra, her nipple pebbles. Emerson moans and writhes beneath my fingertips as I lavish the same attention on the other.

  “Reed,” she whimpers, her voice full of need.

  My eyes flick toward hers. “You like that, baby?” God knows I enjoy touching her.

  “Yes,” she sighs. “It feels amazing.”

  “There’s so much more, Em. I’m going to make your body soar,” I promise, continuing to play with her.

  She groans as my fingers stray from her breasts, moving to the elastic band of her panties. Instead of stopping, I stroke over the material, caressing her slit. Em widens her legs, giving me more access to her heated center. Her hips lift, seeking out my touch. The lips of her pussy are spread beneath the damp fabric and she moans as I circle her clit. When I swipe my finger down again, pressing firmly against her, a frustrated little mewling noise erupts from deep in her throat.

  I want to torment her body until she’s so out of her mind, so filled with need, that she’s unable to think straight. Emerson is so damn responsive to my every touch and it drives me crazy. I glance at her face, wanting to remember every nuance of this moment.

  “Do you want more, Em?”

  She whimpers in answer, flexing her hips so that my fingers sink into her softness through the damp material.

  “Are you ready for these to come off?”

  “Please…” Her voice is barely a whimper as she gyrates against me. I blow out a steady breath and attempt to lock down all the emotion rioting dangerously inside me. Instead of tearing the thin fabric from her body so I can glimpse the most intimate part of her, I force myself to lightly trace her lower lips. It’s only when she’s wriggling beneath me that I slip my fingers under the fabric so I can touch her soaked heat.

  Fuck, she’s so wet. All I can think about is burying my face against her and licking up every bit of cream.

  Emerson moans as I drag my fingers over her lower lips before sliding deep inside her drenched sheath. My cock swells and my balls tighten with need. It wouldn’t take much for me to come. A stroke, maybe two. It’s crazy just how jacked up I am.

  And that has everything to do with the girl lying beside me.

  I drag my fingers from her body and her inner muscles clench around them. The irony is that the more I torment her, the more I torture myself. It’s a fucking double-edged sword.

  As soon as the cool air hits my fingers, I pump them back inside her again. I fill her over and over until she’s whining beneath me, restless for more. Only then do I slide my fingers to the elastic band and tug, carefully peeling it down her hips before doing the same to the other side. Hot spikes of need hit me as her center is gradually unveiled.

  Sweet baby Jesus, but she’s gorgeous.

  When I remain silent, Emerson clears her throat. “I waxed.”

  “God bless you.” Because, seriously…

  Her bare pussy is a beautiful sight to behold.

  All silky soft pink flesh.

  Engorged and swollen with arousal.

  My mouth waters for a taste.

  There’s no reason for me to resist, so I lean down and press a tender kiss against the folds where her clit is buried. The intoxicating scent of her fills my nostrils. She’s so damn wet from being played with. I quickly tug the panties down her legs and toss them over my shoulder.

  Impatient to get her naked, my fingers slip around her back and unhook her bra, sliding the material from her shoulders and pushing it down her arms until her breasts are exposed.

  Fuck me…

  To see Emerson like this, bared for my eyes only with her hair fanned out around her and her skin glowing against the comforter…she’s pure perfection.

  Only now do I realize what an uphill battle I’ve been fighting all these years. At times, it’s one I thought I had been winning. From the sharp punches of need pummeling my body, I realize that I’ve spent years fooling myself.

  I want Emerson.

  I’ve always wanted her.

  As difficult as it would be hit the pause button, I have to ask. The last thing I want is for her to have regrets.

  “Are you sure about this, Em?”

  A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she nods. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  Thank fuck.

  I want this—her—more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life and that includes hockey which seems crazy, but that’s exactly how I feel and I don’t think it’s the lust pounding through my system either.

  Not entirely.

  “We can stop at any time. All you have to do is say the word,” I remind her. Sure, the tip of my cock might blow off as a result but that’s beside the point. It’s like I told her earlier, this weekend is about her. She’s the one in charge. I don’t want her to ever doubt that.

  Her eyes soften. “I know and I appreciate it.”

  Why I continue to press the issue, I have no idea. But it feels important. “I want to make sure you’re ready for what we’re about to do.”

  “I’m ready.” She lifts her hand, cupping my cheek with her palm. “I want you, Reed.”

  “Okay.” I nod and release a steady breath.

  I’m so fucking horny that I’m having a difficult time thinking straight. The conversation I had with Colton about jerking off before the main event flashes through my head. It was wise advice, but I wasn’t expecting to have sex straight out of the shower, so I didn’t bother to rub one out. I should have though because I’ve been torqued up since we left Southern.

  Unfortunately, there’s nothing that can be done about it. What’s happening right now feels natural and spontaneous. Pumping the brakes at this point is out of the question. For better or worse, this is happening.

  But hey, I’m an athlete with years of discipline and hardcore training under my belt, I’m used to controlling my body.

  Should be a piece of cake, right?

  Yeah, I don’t think so either. The best I can hope for is that I don’t completely embarrass myself.

  I turn my face until I’m able to press a kiss against the delicate skin of her palm. Needing to taste her lips, I lean down and align my mouth with hers. Emerson opens without hesitation and my tongue slips inside. I take my time, exploring every inch of her mouth until her hips are squirming against mine. Her arms slip around my back and pull me closer.

 
; Unable to resist the lushness of her body, I nip my way to her chin, trekking down the column of her throat. Breathy little sighs of enjoyment escape from her lips as my tongue darts out to lick her neck. With unhurried movements, I work my way to her collarbone, lavishing attention on every bit of tempting flesh.

  Once I reach her breasts, I blow against one tightened bud. Emerson arches her back in an attempt to get closer. Her hands stroke over my shoulders before her nails sink into my skin. With the tip of my tongue, I circle one blush-colored peak before sucking it into my mouth.

  I release her nipple before lavishing the same attention on the other. Em moans as her fingers slide from my shoulders, to my neck, before burying themselves in my hair. Popping her breast from my mouth, I settle my weight between her thighs. She moans and wraps her legs around my waist before grinding her core against me.

  Even though I could spend all night playing with her titties, I need to explore every bit of bared flesh. I need to brand her with my fingers, lips, and tongue. I lave all the golden skin in my path from her ribcage to her belly. She whimpers when I nip teasingly at her navel and my gaze captures hers.

  How is it possible that she’s even more beautiful than usual?

  I pause, unable to look away.

  Emerson is one of my closest friends. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I’m slammed with the realization that this is so much more than what I intended it to be.

  This isn’t just sex.

  Or screwing.

  Or release.

  For the first time in my life, I’m about to make love to a woman I care deeply for.

  Goose bumps prickle along my flesh as the significance of this moment hits me like a ton of bricks. If this were happening with any other person, I’d be freaking out. I’d be seconds away from fleeing the scene of the crime.

  But this isn’t just anyone.

  It’s Emerson.

  And she means the world to me.

  Shaking those heavy thoughts loose, I crawl further down her body, dropping my eyes to her pussy. I settle my shoulders between her thighs, forcing Emerson to spread her legs until her core is completely exposed.

  Another punch of arousal hits me.

  She whimpers as I press my lips to the top of her slit. I flick my gaze to her face, needing to see every nuance of joy as it washes over her. Instead, her eyes are screwed tightly closed. This kind of intimacy is new to Em, but I won’t allow her to shut me out.

  “Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to see all the ways I’m going to love you with my mouth.”

  Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession as she sucks in a few quick, unsteady breaths before doing as I’ve asked. Her dark eyes lock on mine. It’s as if she’s lost in a churning sea and I’m her only hope of survival.

  When I have her attention, I lower my mouth to her core and drag my tongue through her softness. It doesn’t take long for her eyes to glaze over as she watches me stroke her pussy. I caress her gently before nibbling at her clit. Her eyelids flutter shut on a throaty sigh of pleasure.

  “Eyes on me, Em.” I pause and nip at her delicate flesh. “I want you watching me the entire time.”

  Her cheeks pinken as I torture her body, forcing her to the precipice. She rolls her hips against my mouth, seeking relief. When she whimpers, hands twisting in the bedspread, I know she’s moments away from shattering. Unable to resist, I nudge her further until she’s teetering on the edge before carefully pulling back.

  I won’t allow her to fall until she’s begging and crying for release. She shifts her thighs impatiently, giving me greater access, tempting me with her wet heat. Her body is strung impossibly tight. She untangles her fingers from the comforter only to drive them into my hair and pull me closer. But I don’t give her what she’s searching for. Instead, I pepper her inner thighs with kisses until the sharp bite of her need diminishes.

  It’s only when her body calms, that I give her shuddering softness a nice long lap. All too easily we fall into a rhythm that leaves her writhing beneath my mouth. I spear my tongue deep inside her opening before dragging it out again. I do this a dozen times before sucking her throbbing clit between my lips.

  Her nails scrape my scalp. The sting only drives me harder. I want to watch her spiral out of control.

  “Please,” she gasps, arching against me. “Please, Reed!”

  One thrust of my tongue inside her tight sheath is all it takes for her body to spasm around me. She chants my name as if I’m her God and it’s the best fucking sound in the world. Instead of withdrawing, I continue the onslaught until her body ceases to tremble and she sinks bonelessly into the mattress. A dazed expression settles on her face.

  I press one last kiss against her core before moving up her body until I can take her lips with my own. She gasps when my tongue plunges into her mouth.

  I pull away just enough to ask, “Do you taste yourself on me?”

  Her eyes flare and her mouth forms a perfect O. She’s so fucking shockable. And I love it.

  “You’re delicious. I could eat you up all night long.”

  My mouth sweeps over hers again and she moans as our tongues tangle. Her legs part as I settle against her pelvis so that her body is able to cradle mine. She’s so slick with arousal, that my cock slides easily against her lower lips.

  I hold myself on my elbows not wanting to crush her with my weight before searching her eyes. The dazed expression from her orgasm still lingers.

  “Are you ready?” God knows I am. I’ll be lucky if I don’t bust a nut as soon as I sink inside her. It’ll be sweet torture.

  “Yes.”

  She stretches against me and I groan at how welcoming her body is. The thought of burying myself in her tight sheath is almost more than I can bear.

  I inhale a deep breath and push those thoughts from my mind. They aren’t going to help me hold it together. Slowly I empty my lungs, trying to rein in my baser impulses. I need to calm the possessiveness crashing around in my body that demands I claim the pussy beneath me.

  As I hold Emerson’s gaze, I’m struck with the realization that this is one of the most important moments of my life. I’ve never experienced anything like it before and odds are, I won’t again. No one will ever mean more to me than the girl in my arms. The bond we share is unbreakable. And this will only strengthen those feelings.

  Whether Emerson understands that or not, I do.

  Needing the contact, I stroke my hard length against her softness before rolling off the bed and grabbing a condom from my overnight bag.

  This is the first time I’ve been tempted to forego a rubber. I’m the king of wrapping it up. Like everything else with Em, this is different, too. There’s no way I would put her at risk for pregnancy by not taking the proper precautions.

  I tear into the packet before rolling the latex over my erection. Emerson props herself up on her elbows and watches me with interest. Her breasts bounce and the movement ensnares my attention and leaves me groaning. Once I’m covered, I return to the bed, crawling between her thighs and kissing her slick lips. She moans as her legs fall open in invitation.

  Unable to resist, I tongue her core until she’s twisting beneath me. Once she starts to cream, I place a kiss against her clit and come to my knees. It’s carefully that I line up the tip of my cock with her opening. The moment I press inside her body, she tenses at the intrusion. Her wide eyes cling to mine as a powerful mixture of fear and trust fill them.

  “Relax, Em,” I whisper. “I won’t hurt you. You’re the one in control. All you have to do is say the word and we’ll stop.”

  She sucks the corner of her lip into her mouth and jerks her head into a tight nod. Some of her nervousness dissipates as her body relaxes.

  With only the head of my cock buried inside her tight sheath, I slowly rock my hips. It’s a tiny movement, one that will hopefully loosen her up and bring pleasure to the forefront once again. Even though I want to stare at the place where our bodies are
intimately connected, I keep my gaze pinned to hers.

  “I would never do anything to hurt you, Em,” I repeat soothingly, gently rolling my hips. “You mean everything to me.” She’s like a skittish animal I need to lull with the soft sound of my voice.

  Once her body stretches around my dick, I deepen the penetration. Although it’s not by much. It’s slow going and I’m fine with that. The slickness of her heat allows me to sink further inside her body before pulling out. Em moans as her cheeks flush.

  I bite my lip until it stings and try not to think about how amazing it feels to have Emerson’s tight pussy wrapped around the crown of my cock. I’m not even halfway inside her and already it’s a challenge not to blow my load.

  With my gaze locked on hers, I slowly count backwards from one hundred. In Spanish. If I concentrate on the decadent heat surrounding me, it’ll be game over and I’ll be damned if I allow that to happen.

  It’s a tight line I’m trying to walk. This isn’t going to be a Viagra moment where an hour later, I’m still going strong like the Energizer Bunny. The gratification rolling through me is too damn intense. I work my way inside her until the head of my cock butts up against her hymen.

  After speaking with Colton, I did a little research of my own wanting to know as much as I could. The hymen is just a thin membrane. It’s not going to gush blood or pop or anything dramatic like that. As I push against the barrier, the joy that had been filling Em’s face diminishes as concern clouds her eyes.

  “It’s all right,” I murmur. “There’s going to be a bit of pain and then it’ll get better.” I pause. “Are you ready?”

  She presses her lips tightly together and nods.

  The need to comfort her surges through me and I lean forward, brushing a kiss over her lips. When her mouth opens, my tongue slips inside to stroke hers until the tension drains from her body. It’s gently that I push against the membrane. As much as I’m trying to keep her relaxed, I’m the one who is now tensing up. The fear of hurting her eats me alive. If this turns out to be a shitty experience, it could turn Em off sex forever.