26. Jenna
26
JENNA
I couldn’t stop my forehead from wrinkling. “A walk? Now?”
“Yeah.” Sy swallowed hard, gripping my hand and intertwining our fingers as she looked into my eyes. “The air might be nice.”
It was one of the strangest hookup tactics I’d ever seen. Unsure what exactly Sy was getting at, I nodded. All I could do was trust her.
So I followed her lead as she headed downtown. My velvet pumps weren’t the most ideal for a long walk but I’d spent years working in an office and wearing heels had become a personal passion of mine.
Besides, I had no idea how many blocks Sy planned to walk. But as we moved shoulder-to-shoulder, I still felt the electricity between us.
The kiss… god, the kiss. It was somehow better than I could’ve imagined, Sy’s lips somehow softer than I’d thought possible. Even now, I could still feel her hands on my face, the assured grip on my neck.
Quickly, 34th Street became 23rd Street. And 23rd became 14ths.
My feet were aching by the time we reached Delancey/Essex. Every couple blocks, Sy had asked how my feet felt; if it was okay that we were still walking.
And despite the aching, I hadn’t gotten any blisters and the breeze felt amazing.
“If these heels break, you owe me a new pair.” I winked as we crossed into Chinatown at Canal Street.
The city was alive now, office workers having gone home to change before becoming bar-goers. Now, groups burst out of bars while drunk college kids stumbled around laughing. But Sy and I chatted and laughed, our skin brushing together every few feet as we avoided one obstacle or another.
Until we were back in Two Bridges, just blocks from our place. Sy started peeking over at me ten blocks ago. If she was thinking what I was, she was looking to see if the feeling was still there.
It definitely was for me.
As we got closer, our steps grew more hurried. Turning the corner of Bowery and onto Catherine Street, we were basically running toward our front door.
Sy slipped the keys from her pocket and quickly flipped the lock. We moved up the stairs as quickly as we could, nearly tripping all over ourselves as we moved. Each flight felt like a lifetime, my heart racing from the walk, the stairs, and the anticipation.
Once we reached our landing, Sy threw open the door and set her keys on the hook by the door.
When the door slammed closed behind us, I turned to face her.
Standing there, Sy flashed that charming smile, the one I’d gotten so used to over the last few weeks.
She bridged the gap between us, pressing her lips into mine again. This time I could feel the feverish rush of how badly she’d wanted me.
“Did you use that walk to try and cool this off?” I asked between kisses, hardly able to breathe as I took her in.
Nodding, Sy grabbed my hips and moved me toward my bedroom door. “Yes, I thought I could hold it off. But I’ve waited too many years.”
The words surprised me as I tried to process them over the throbbing of my center. This whole time I’d assumed that Sy was never interested, that I just wasn’t her type. But now the truth was coming out and I wasn’t sure what it meant.
As we neared my bedroom door, I slammed my hands into the doorframe to stop our momentum. I broke the spell just long enough to mutter, “I’m not going to stay just because we’re hooking up.”
“Good,” Sy murmured between ragged breaths as she pressed her lips into the skin of my neck. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Nodding, I’d gotten what I needed before I could let this go all the way.
And now I was unstoppable. I reached down to her belt buckle, undoing it with one hand and without breaking away from her lips.
Sy groaned. “Jesus, you did that fast.”
“I know what I’m doing.” Giggling, I reached for the buttons of her button-down next.
Matching my energy, Sy started to undo the top buttons until our hands met in the middle. She grabbed each edge and threw it behind herself, slipping her arms out of the arm holes and letting the green knit fall to the ground.
My eyes widened as I looked at her lean torso, a tight, cotton sports bra lightly compressing her chest and the rest just skin.
Her stomach tensed under my fingers, the ridges of her abs flexing.
“Sy, fuck.”
“Yes?” Sy let her lips drag down my neck to my collarbone, hovering over the bony spot before moving down toward my breasts.
Between moans, all I could manage was a moan. “You’re fucking hot.”
I’d said it a hundred times over the course of our friendship. But it was always a coded compliment to reassure her that whatever dumbass had dumped her was missing out. I shiver went down my spine at being able to speak the whole truth.
Sy laughed, a deep rumble coming from her chest as she reached her hands around my back. “I thought you might be a vision when I first saw you.”
My center pulsed.
How can that be true? Why had she made that promise if she’d really felt that way?
Before I could get caught up in the spiral of it all, Sy started to unzip the back of my red, velvet dress.
I felt an instant relief wash over my body as the dress loosened around my ribs.
Once it was unzipped, Sy pulled away from my neck where her teeth had left gentle bites on the sensitive skin. “Can I take this off?”
Nodding, I let my head roll back with pleasure. “Please.”
Not needing any further instructions, Sy traced up my shoulder blades with her slender fingers until she reached the inch-thick straps of the dress. With the delicate touch of a surgeon, Sy pulled the straps off each of my shoulders.
Goosebumps rose on my skin, the feeling of her hands on my bare skin making my entire being come alive.
The straps were all that really held the dress up. As soon as they were gone, the fabric collapsed to the ground, creating a velvet puddle for me to step out of.
Sy’s eyes wandered down my near-naked body, catching on the simple, seamless black thong that covered my soaked center. “Jenna…”
Honestly the further we went, the more confused I was about how we’d ever kept this platonic.
I reach for her trousers, undoing the clasp that kept them together. “I want you.”
The words forced Sy’s head back, exposing her tensed neck to my lips as I pulled the pants over her hips and down her ass until they fell to the floor.
Kicking them off her heels, Sy stepped forward to scoot us into my room.
Thank god, I cleaned yesterday.
My room was covered in plants, posters, and books. The white-stained wood bed frame was the most boring part of the room.
As we got close to the edge, Sy lifted my legs and set me on the edge of the bed. There was a hunger in her eyes that I’d never seen before.
I whimpered as I landed on the fluffy mattress, not expecting her strength or her excitement. Standing at the edge of the bed, her shins digging into the wood of the frame, Sy smiled down at me and ripped off her compression bra.
“How do you like it?” Sy asked, softness returning to her eyes for just a moment.
My clit pulsed, almost hurting with desire. No one I’d slept with had asked so explicitly. I almost wasn’t sure what to say.
Almost.
“I want you on top of me, I need your fingers to rub me and then go inside me. But I need you to stay close to me.” I tried to steal breaths between gasps as the pleasure grew in my chest.
Nodding, Sy licked her lips and lifted me further onto the bed. “Anything you want, princess.”
I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at the familiar joke, smacking her shoulder as she got on top of me. “You’re an ass.”
“I’m just saying, this is bottom behavior.” Sy winked as she used her free hand to slip my panties off my legs.
My mouth opened to protest, wanting to argue that I was a verse with bottom tendencies. But before I could, Sy slipped her hand between my legs.
A moan slipped from my lungs as my eyes clenched shut at the pleasure. With broad circles, Sy rubbed my clit. She kept her eyes on me, watching for my reactions.
When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, I met her green eyes and saw the devious, sexy smile that covered her face as her hand felt my pleasure.
“Oh god, don’t smile at me like that.” My face flushed as I squirmed under her touch. It didn’t seem possible that she could be any hotter, that her face could look any better while fucking me.
But Sy shook her head and lowered her lips to my ear. “I can’t, you’re just too pretty while you’re being touched.”
As I tensed under her touch, Sy let her fingers glide down my slit and toward my entrance, using the excitement to coat her finger before slipping inside.
“Oh, Sy…” I gasped as I felt her press into my G-spot. “Do you have a fucking map down there?”
With a sinister laugh, Sy bit my ear. “No, Jenna. I’ve just imagined this every day for years.”
I was out of clever responses, my body taking over and no longer able to find the words to speak. Instead, I just licked my lips. “More, please.”
Good at following directions, Sy pulled her finger out just enough to add in another before plunging it back into me.
The sensation of my entrance moving for her sent a jolt of excitement through my entire body.
Sensing that I was close to my climax, Sy adjusted her hand to press her palm into my clit with each thrust. Her own moans grew louder as sweat built up on her forehead. Falling to my chest, Sy let her head rest on my collarbone as she planted delicate kisses.
I ran my hand through her short, blonde hair, pulling it back from her face. But as my body began to seize up, the orgasm rocketing closer, my grip on the hair grew tighter.
I released it as soon as I realized. “Sorry.”
Shaking her head, Sy looked up at me with desperation. “No, I liked it. Grab me as hard as you want.”
I wouldn’t have much of a say on that front as my entire being was shuddering against Sy’s hand, my slick excitement all over her.
Just as quickly as I started to shake, my body stopped moving as it completely froze in pleasure.
“Fuck!” I screamed out as my jaw clenched tight together. It wasn’t long before it stopped, before my body released and my arched back fell back into the mattress.
Once I’d slowed my breathing a bit, Sy slowly pulled herself out of my entrance and threw herself into the mattress next to me.
There was a silence in the room, just the sound of our ragged breath filling the quiet.
Until Sy started laughing.
“What?” I looked over at her, my forehead wrinkled with concern. Surely fucking me wasn’t laughable.
Turning her head to face me, Sy smiled and let her palm rest on my cheek. “Why did we wait so long to do that? You’re fucking incredible.”
I rolled my eyes as I punched her shoulder. “You scared me, asshole.” But as I nestled into the crook of her arm, I couldn’t help but question it too. It felt like this was how it was always meant to be.
Looking up at her, I knew I had questions to answer. This needed to be casual, I knew that much. If I let my feelings for her spiral out, I would never leave this city. And that wouldn’t end well for either of us.
My eyelids grew heavy as our breathing synced, quieting the anxiety swirling in my mind.
For now, this was exactly where I needed to be.