Jolene
“Strike it on the brick, Dak.”
“I know what I’m doin’, Lena!” He snapped.
Obviously, which is why you’ve been trying to light this bitch for thirty minutes and I’m sitting here fuckin’ shivering.
“I’m just sayin’ the box is old, the strike patch thing isn’t working,” I pointed out.
“You do realize I play with fire, like for a living?”
“You put fire out. You extinguish the fire. I’m not doubting your capabilities in that perspective. Clearly, you’ve got a handle on it because my nipples are so hard, they could cut glass right now.”
He huffed. “Fine, let’s do it your way!” He dragged the long match up the side of the brick fireplace, a spark erupting immediately.
“Well, whaddaya know?” I teased sarcastically.
Shaking his head, he tossed the match into the oversized fireplace, the seasoned fatlighter helping to bring the logs to life.
“Ok, so you were right, and I was wrong,” he admitted. “Thanks.”
“Anytime, partner. You’re used to puttin’ out the fires, not startin’ them.”
Nodding, he rose to his feet. “Let’s go to bed, Loo.”
Wordlessly, I crawled in on the right side and he crawled in on the left, the smooth execution of muscle memory from climbing into bed with Jace and Cassie for all these years.
He must be used to sleeping on the left.
The room was completely silent except for the fire cracking and the wind roaring outside.
The companionable silence from earlier is suffocating now.
Rolling over to face him, I called out his name.
“Yes?”
Deep breaths
“About earlier… I shouldn’t have…encouraged that. Started it, rather. I should have left well enough alone and stopped drinkin’ when the room became swirly and I shouldn’t have taunted you into doing something you didn’t want to do,” I rambled. “I’m sorry and I’d love it if we could forget it ever happened.”
He stared at me, his blue eyes twinkling from the light of the fire.
“It wasn’t just you. I know you felt how hard I was in the hot tub. Not braggin’ but it had to be hard to ignore when I was pressing into you.”
Oh yeah… he was hard. How had I forgotten?
“Yeah, what was that about?” I asked, doing my best to sound nonchalant.
“I’d like to be the guy that blames the liquor, but you know I’m more of a truth guy. You’re sexy as fuck and you were naked in my hot tub because you went and bought some damn dissolvable drawstrings to wear on your ass.”
Dissolvable drawstring is diabolical.
“You did not just say I’m sexy. That should be the absolute last way you see me. Remember that time I clogged the toilet at the party because y’all motherfuckers insisted we have taco bell before we went, and you took the blame for me?”
He wrinkled his nose. “That was absolutely in the top ten worst things my nostrils ever had to endure… and I’m a first responder.”
I whacked him with a pillow.
“Just because we are close, it doesn’t mean I’m too stupid to see that you’re attractive, Lena. You’ve always been beautiful. I’ve never thought or said anything different. Just because I never thought of takin’ you to bed before, it doesn’t equate to blindness.”
Just because he never thought of takin’ me to bed…before.
“You said you never thought of taking me to bed before. Does that mean you’re thinkin’ about it now?”
“I’m in bed with you now,” he pointed out.
I whacked him again.
“You know what I mean.”
“Hand to God, I have never thought of touchin’ you like that until earlier when it happened.”
Me, neither.
“Yeah, I never thought of it, either. Not until that moment and you can be Abe Lincoln with your truthfulness, but I’m blaming the whiskey,” I proclaimed.
He chuckled. “It wasn’t the whiskey. We are both going through something that very few people can relate to. We are already close friends, we are stranded here together, and we are both feelin’ like we weren’t good enough for the person we planned to spend the rest of our lives with.”
When I didn’t speak, he went on. “It wasn’t the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but it was fuckin’ fantastic in that moment because we both felt whatever that goddamn feeling of comfort is that was ripped away from us today.”
A very dirty coping mechanism…
“But you just said you hadn’t ever looked at me that way?” He was confusing me.
“I hadn’t.” He confirmed. “Until you were standing naked in front of me.”
“You’ve seen me naked a million times, Dakota.”
He shot up in bed, exasperation radiating from his body. “I have but never after you’ve asked me to make you climb the goddamn walls, Lena!”
My face grew hotter than the fire.
“Dak, I’m –”
“Stop apologizing. You didn’t force me. No, I had never thought about tasting your pussy before that moment, but I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about it since.”
I’m sorry, what?
“I know it feels like we did something wrong. That’s because of our character, but at the end of the day, I’m choosin’ to look at it as, it made a shitty day a little less shitty. So, stop beatin’ yourself up over it before I have to remind you again that it was worth every fuckin’ second.”
Dakota
Her mouth dropped open.
Exactly. Now, stop.
“I didn’t know I could do that.”
What?
“Do, what?”
Even with only the light from the fireplace flickering over us, I saw her blush a deep crimson.
“Squirt.”
More blushing.
That man had the balls to fuck around on her with her best friend and couldn’t make her squirt?
“Never?”
She shook her head. “We didn’t do a lot of foreplay. I loved sucking his dick but, well, yeah.”
“Well, yeah, what?” I demanded.
“I would suck his dick first, then he would eat me out for a few seconds and say he couldn’t take it anymore and he wanted to be inside me,” she explained, her voice bordering on a whisper.
The pang or irritation, or maybe even jealousy that burned in my gut, took me by surprise.
“That’s just fuckin’ lazy.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I thought maybe I tasted bad, but I don’t understand how because you know how I am about showering.”
I rolled my eyes. I can’t even count how many times I’ve heard this girl say she was ready to take a shower.
“Well, let me be the one to clear that shit up right now. You taste incredible. Surprisingly sweet, actually.”
“Why’s that surprising?”
“Because you tasted unusually sweet. What fruit do you eat the most?”
“Pineapple,” she answered, her confusion palpable.
“Makes sense.”
“Yeah, that clarifies nothing. Anyways, all that to say, I didn’t know I could do that so thank you for teaching me a new trick.”
I chuckled. “Baby, you did that because of me. No other man will ever do it quite like I did to make you squirt like that and I’m not suggesting you start holding auditions.”
Why do I feel so goddamn irritated?
“Holding auditions? What does that even mean?”
For fucks sake
“It means if you want to squirt like that again, you know where to find me. Don’t go lookin’ for me in any fuckin’ body else.”
She opened her mouth to speak but decided against it.
“What?” I snapped.
You need to calm the fuck down, man.
“You expect me to call you every time I want to get off? Yeah, that’s not fuckin’ happening.”
The shy, somewhat inexperienced Lena was gone. Normal, bratty ass Lena had returned.
“Why the fuck not?” I demanded. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.”
More blushing.
“So, you want me to shoot you a text and be like, ‘Hey bud, how ‘bout them Dawgs! Oh, I need to squirt, can you come over?’”
Is that what I’m saying? Goddamn, I’m so confused.
“Seems like a good arrangement, no?”
“No. What if I have things I want to do?”
Too fuckin’ bad.
“Such as?”
“Suck start your fucking soul.”
I choked on… nothing.
Did I just damn near die because I inhaled…oxygen?
I throbbed from beneath my Under Armour sweatpants.
“You know where to find it.” How witty, Dakota.
Staring me in the eyes, she reached under the sheet, her small palm coming to rest on my waistband. Sliding her hand inside it, she paused, but not before her fingertips grazed every inch of my little lieutenant.
“Breathe, Dak,” she teased. “I’ve barely touched you.”
“In the last few hours, I’ve had your bare pussy pressing against me, your throbbing clit between my lips, and your sweet cum flooding my face. Pardon me for being worried about being a little trigger happy.”
With a grin, she wrapped her hand around me, my hips bucking against her in surprise.
“You are a little trigger happy, aren’t you?” She taunted me, pulling back the sheet to stare at my dick in her hand.
“You’d look so much cuter with something in your mouth.”
She laughed, a deep laugh that echoed off the walls and jiggled her tits.
“Well, in case you need a visual.”
Huh?
“What do you mean a vis – ahhh!”
Without warning, she deepthroated, the swollen head of my cock coming to rest just beyond her tonsils. “Lena, goddamn!”
She bobbled her head to push me further, her tongue tickling the nerve endings on the underside of my shaft.
“Oh, fuckkk.”
She gagged and kept going, a free hand entering the game to massage my tender, aching balls.
She was unrelenting, torturous even, inflicting so much overstimulation that I was unable to speak. My hips were uncontrollable, lurching involuntarily in a manner that resembled fucking her throat. She moaned low in her throat, the small gesture rippling throughout my sensitive sack.
“Lena, I can’t – I. Gonna cum.” I managed, trying to pull her away by her hair. This only encouraged her efforts, and she opened her throat more to deepen her hold onto me.
“Lena, stop, I’m gonna cum, I can’t. Let up. FUCK!”
My body shook unwillingly, the pleasure too damn much at once.
While closing her throat to mimic a swallow, she firmly but gently squeezed my balls.
The perfect level of pain and constriction were my undoing and with one final lurch, I erupted, shooting spurt after spurt down her extremely experienced throat.
What the FUCK was that?
Releasing her hold on me, she sat back on her heels, her beautiful face the epitome of amusement and triumph.
“Hey buddy?”
I made a sound that was nowhere near close to actual words, but I think it closely resembled a “huh?”
“How ‘bout them Dawgs.”