Chapter 9
H e wanted sex and he wanted it now.
More precisely, he wanted it with her.
Sure, he’d anticipated sex before. There’d been times he was so worked up that he almost finished as soon as he dropped his zipper, but that hadn’t happened for years. He’d had enough practice since then.
This could be one of those times, but he wanted to savor her.
Desire banged around his brain. What if she decided this wasn’t for her?
What if she said nope and walked out? What if he really did finish before he’d properly tasted her, or seen her without a stitch of clothing, or felt how her body clenched around his when he brought her to orgasm?
Learning the answers to all that was critical, and he’d never experienced this level of urgency before. Definitely not the need to linger, to savor, to find out just how hard she could come.
Staying in this chair was a stupid idea. He couldn’t spread her out like he wanted, but the light was on in this room. His bedroom would be dark. He wouldn’t allow Priya to hide from him.
Then maybe she’d actually talk to him.
They were friends, dammit.
Except he didn’t have any friends he wanted to fuck as badly he wanted to Priya.
His lips were on hers, but she’d stiffened again. That mind of hers was always going. His mission tonight was to be the center of her thoughts.
He finally wrestled her sweater off. She was gripping at his, but with the way she was twisted in his lap, she wasn’t succeeding. He broke apart and reached behind him to rip the garment over his head.
Her hands were on him. Skimming over his shoulders, down his biceps, over his chest. Her eyes devoured him, and he needed the time. His own hungry gaze was busy. A black lacy bra cupped soft breasts with just a hint of nipple peeking through. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
Sliding his arms under her legs and back, he lifted her enough to scoot to the floor while folding his legs under him. She gasped and clung to him as he hit his knees.
“What are you—”
“I’m spreading you out.” He set her on the carpet and rolled between her legs. The leggings were even better when he could view the full length of her curves. But they had to come off.
The frown on her face made him pause. She wiggled her butt, but not out of need. “Shouldn’t we…lie on a blanket or something?”
“Do you think my carpet is that dirty?”
She slumped under him. “No, but what we’re doing…” An adorable blush tinted her cheeks, but not from embarrassment. Frustration. At herself.
Did Priya’s fastidious nature extend to the bedroom? The urge to find out consumed him. “Ever fucked on a floor before?” he drawled.
The blush deepened, but she scowled at him. “Y-yes.”
Doing it on the bare floor bothered her enough to say something, but she was hesitant to talk about it. Someone had given her shit about her ways before. He didn’t like that.
He settled on his forearms and let some of his weight rest on her. This time the hip wiggle wasn’t from the wrong type of dirty thoughts. “Before or after you laid a blanket down? Or a towel?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she wasn’t the pliant Priya she’d been on his lap. “I’m not going to answer.”
“I told you, whatever you’re comfortable with.” He rose to his knees and flicked open the clasp of his jeans. Tonight would’ve been a good night to wear pajama pants. “You want a blanket, we’re going to get a blanket.”
The way she softened answered any of his questions about how guys had reacted in the past to his tidy doctor. Besides, they were friends, right? Then she should be comfortable with him.
He shoved the denim over his ass cheeks, yanking his underwear down with his pants. His shaft sprang free. Her lips parted when she looked at him. Yeah. A guy could get used to that reaction.
He dropped to one hand, hovering over her, and enjoyed how she automatically widened her legs to make room for him and draped her hands on his shoulders. But he didn’t touch her.
Stretching, he snagged a throw from the couch. Sitting back on his knees, he liked the way she attempted to quit looking at his body and failed. Disappointment shadowed her eyes when the blanket covered his erection.
He fisted the material. “Lift your butt.”
She sucked in the side of her lower lip. “You don’t have to. We don’t—”
“It makes you more comfortable.”
“You don’t take it as a personal affront to your masculinity that you can’t bang the anxiety out of my mind?”
Who had said that to her? “I can’t ‘bang the anxiety’ out of your mind if I’m stressing you out at the same time.”
Her gaze softened, her concerns physically draining away. She leaned up to snap the blanket out of his hands. She shoved the material under her and helped straighten it out. Once she was settled, he cocked an eyebrow at her. Her answering smile was all the permission he needed.
“Those leggings. Off.” He pointed at her. “You do it.” He wasn’t going to miss one second of finally getting to see her legs.
She worried her lower lip again, but hooked her fingers under the waistband. The little tease only peeled down her bottoms. Black, lacy underwear that matched her bra was even better dessert than her homemade vanilla bean cupcakes.
It wouldn’t matter what type of undergarments Priya wore. She was as curvy as a centerfold and her skin glowed, but this set accentuated the flare of her hips and the roundness of her bust.
“Underwear. Off.” He was hard and throbbing, but he still hadn’t moved. She was laid out before him and he had more to see.
She slipped her fingers under the thin strip of material that circled her waist, then hesitated. She was getting nervous again. Covering her hands with his, he pulled down, rolling the fabric with him.
Soft swells were bared, and fuck, the neatly manicured dark patch of hair was almost his undoing. He was going to bury himself there, but not yet.
Tossing her underwear aside, he settled back over her, keeping his hips angled up. He couldn’t afford to lose his mind, and if his cock landed anywhere near her heat, he’d make bad decisions. But the funny thing was, he knew she’d stay levelheaded enough to make sure they were both protected.
He just didn’t want to give her reason to worry and diminish her pleasure. He tugged down the lacy cups covering his personal paradise. Her breasts popped out. His mouth watered as he lowered his head to capture one between his lips.
Her soft exhale was followed by her arching into him, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak his hands under her and unfasten the bra.
They were naked. “Now we can get started.” He rocked up to land a hard kiss on her lips, then he nibbled and kissed his way down her neck, over and across to each nipple, then over the dip of her belly.
Finally, he was right where he wanted to be. Her hands tangled in his hair. A sudden mischievousness overtook him. This was the first time he’d had any sort of beard.
Hooking her leg with an arm, he grazed her inner thigh with his whiskers.
She bucked off the floor. “Justin!” She relaxed, but her legs were draped over his shoulders. Perfect. “You’re naughty.”
He chuckled as he settled onto his elbows. “I might be.” Another light brush of his chin against her might send her off the blanket, but he caught her and made his move.
He nuzzled her, careful to minimize the effect of his beard, and licked through her crease until he hit her clit.
Her long moan echoed exactly what he was feeling. Finally. This was more amazing than he’d expected. And he couldn’t wait for more.
She was wet, and as he licked and sucked on her tender flesh, she groaned, then caught herself. There was a baby sleeping in the house and neither one of them wanted to be interrupted.
She wriggled against him, getting close to her peak.
Like with her undressing, he didn’t want to miss a thing and he had a limited view where he was.
A spectacular view. But he couldn’t see the way her eyes sparked with passion, or how her breasts were thrust toward the ceiling when she bowed against the floor.
Her legs were tight around him, energy coiling in her body. Her gasps and pants were coming quicker. He made his move. Rubbing his thumb over her clit to replace his tongue, he used his shoulders to wedge her legs apart as he rose. At the same time, he slicked one finger inside of her.
Her mouth dropped open at the same time her legs went slack. This was it. She was going to come.
“I want to see it all, Pri. Come for me.” He timed his strokes with the circles of his thumb.
She broke apart, and he got the only seat in the house. His Priya came undone as she moaned her release, his name on her lips.
He throbbed so hard it was uncomfortable. But worth it. So worth it as his little anxiety-ridden goddess orgasmed with nothing but his hand on her.
As she tumbled off her peak, her chest heaved, and she opened her eyes. The blush was back, but her look was unrepentant.
“You needed that,” he said.
She only nodded, her gaze dreamy like she was still trying to come back down to earth. The fan of dark hair behind her head contrasted with the carpet. The flooring framed her body, and together with the saddle-brown throw, she was the most beautiful art in his house.
“You’re going to get it again.” That was big talk he wasn’t sure he could back up.
Eventually, he’d live up to his promise, but this first time would be kind of dicey.
He reached for his pants and dug out the condom he’d tucked in a pocket earlier tonight.
The rest of the box was in his bedroom, where he hoped they ended up after this.
He wasn’t done playing with his exclusive friend with benefits.
The word friend left a drab stain on his mood, so he pushed the thought away. The benefits part was all he was busy with at the moment.
Rolling on the condom provided more stimulation than he wanted. He was afraid it’d take seconds off the final act, time he couldn’t afford.