3. Cedar #2
I nodded and chilled out, enjoying the vibe of my friends all around me.
I tried not to get into my head too deep about Sunday, but how the hell could I not?
The way her hips gyrated as she danced and the jiggle of her breasts mixed with the warm, spicy fragrance of her perfume made it hard to ignore what brewed between us.
“Y’all give couple vibes,” Janae commented.
“It’s not even like that,” Sunday replied as we danced to Isaiah Falls’ “Butterflies.”
“Don’t know why.”
“Because we’re good friends, J. You know that.”
I could feel Sunday tensing in my arms, and I knew she was worried about my reaction. I rubbed her back gently and ordered, “Chill. It’s all good.”
“Homies make the best lovers,” Shawn piped up.
I shot him a look, and he shrugged.
“I ain’t gon’ lie, Cedar. Sunday is a good look on you. A good comeback,” Chaz chimed in.
“A’ight. Chill, y’all.”
They teased us a little longer, and the evening ended on a good note, with everyone relaxed, laughing, and high as hell.
“You good?” Sunday asked around one in the morning.
Everyone had left, and we were cleaning the kitchen.
“Yeah,” I muttered.
She placed the broom away and walked to me at the sink. Placing a hand on my wrist, she asked, “You sure? Were you bothered tonight by those comments? Because I don’t want anything strange between us. We’ve always been easy, Cedar. I like our easy.”
I searched her eyes, and I saw the hunger there that belied her words.
That hunger had been stirred up with our first kiss, and it hadn’t been doused.
I knew because I held the same hunger in my eyes and my soul.
I thirsted for another taste of her sweet, plump, soft lips, and nothing would satiate the desire except for another taste.
I dipped my head down, cupped her chin, and stared into her eyes. The nod was so subtle but firm enough not to be mistaken. I brushed my lips against hers, and Sunday threw her arms around my neck.
My arms went to her waist, and I lifted her onto the counter beside the sink. My lips pressed against hers firmly until she opened her mouth to me. The kiss was savage, hungry, and desperate on both our behalf. We were arms, teeth, lips, and tongues.
Somehow, my fingers went to the hem of her crop top in the back and dragged underneath. She wore no bra, and her nipples teased me all night long. Sunday didn’t have big breasts. She was a tiny girl, but they filled my hands perfectly.
Sunday’s arms moved from around my neck and dragged at my T-shirt. I pulled away long enough for us to free ourselves from our shirts. I pulled her to me again and pressed my firm chest against her soft, curvy one.
“Mmm,” she hummed underneath our kiss.
I dragged my lips from hers to nip underneath her chin, cascading my tongue down her neck and finally to her breast. She held my head firmly in place as I sucked her nipple.
“God, yes, Cedar.”
I moved to the other breast and sucked vigorously.
“Please, Cedar. I need you.”
“Sunday,” I groaned and pulled back.
“Don’t stop, Cedar. It’s been too many years since I’ve had someone touch me. Too many years since I’ve felt desirable.”
“Impossible, beautiful. Have you seen you?”
“I’ve seen me. But I’m not an easy girl, despite my easygoing disposition.”
Her eyelids were heavy with desire.
“I haven’t . . . since college.”
I lifted her chin and stared into her eyes.
“Seriously?”
She nodded. I knew she hadn’t been on a date in a year, and I’d heard her talking with Janae about being abstinent for a while. I just hadn’t known how long it had been.
“Please. Give me what I need tonight. I’m not asking for anything more. No expectations, no limitations. Just you and me.”
“It’s not a good idea, Sunny. We live together.”
“Mm. And imagine that. We’ve been cooped up in this townhome for the last couple of years together. All this temptation and lust lying between us, and we haven’t done shit about it. I think it’s time to reward ourselves tonight.”
She leaned forward, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pulled me closer.
“I want you,” was all she said.
I covered her lips with mine again. I was fucking horny as hell and desperately needed something to soften the edge. It had been a year since I’d been with a woman. And even then, it was just a one-night stand with a random. Before that, it had been my wife, whom I divorced two years ago.
I shoved my basketball shorts and boxer briefs down and stepped out of them. Before I could make another move, Sunday hopped off the counter and grabbed my dick. Her fist pumped me, making me harder than before until I ached.
“Please, Sunny,” I groaned.
“Please, what?”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good.”
She turned around, placed her hands on the counter, looked over her shoulder, and commanded, “Get in me.”
Seeing that pink pussy pop out when she arched her back, I had no choice but to give her what she asked for. She was hot, wet, tight, and soft. My eyes closed as I sunk deeper into her, gripped her waist, and drove into her. Sunday arched her back.
I needed everything that Sunday gave me. She was the perfect remedy for my edge as she bounced her ass, slowly twirled her hips, and clenched and released around me. My hands stroked her round, smooth ass, and I spread it apart.
I almost came just from looking at her tight hole as thoughts of what I could do filled my mind. To get in that tight hole would be a dream come true.
Sunday hadn’t lied. There was a lot of sexual tension built up between us over the last couple of years. We’d both chosen to ignore it, but tonight, there would be no more ignoring. We would only give in to the pull between us.
I pressed my thumb against her asshole, pulled back, spit inside of it, and filled her with my thumb.
“Oh, damn, Cedar.”
Her voice was a soft, pleading moan.
“Take this dick and this thumb, Sunny. No crying. You asked for it.”
Those words unleashed a beast in her because she went wild, taking what I gave and encouraging me to give her more. I pulled out and turned her around. My hand went to her throat as I moved us to the wall and pressed her against it.
Sunday wrapped a leg around my waist, and I covered my mouth with hers. With my hand around her neck, I squeezed and dove inside of her again. I drove up inside of her with force, and she lifted her other leg and wrapped it around me.
With wild abandon, we tried to slay the lust demon that was stirred up with our first kiss.
We attempted to satiate the hunger we held for one another with every kiss, pinch, squeeze, and thrust. In the end, she came with tears seeping from her eyes, and I came with a low, desperate groan.
And I doubt we slated anything. In the end, it felt like I wanted her more than ever before, and I could see in her eyes, she wanted the same.