Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
HAZEL
M y heart was pounding so hard I was certain he could hear it in the confines of the truck cab. We drove in silence, no radio playing and no small talk. It was as if we both knew tonight was a turning point.
Either I made a move toward him, or I was putting a stop to the possibility of us forever. At his house, he put the truck in park and killed the engine.
He paused for a second, taking off his seatbelt, and then looked over at me. We moved at the same time, our lips crashing together.
His hands were on both sides of my head as if he didn't want to let me get away. I had no intention of going anywhere. I'd dream of this moment for too long to walk away now.
The kiss was a little wild, as if we didn't know quite what to do first. I knew I wanted to be closer to him, and the console was between us.
"Inside," he finally growled.
I unhooked my seatbelt and reached for the handle behind me. But before I could get out, he was there. He tugged me down and closed the door. We rushed up the steps to the front door, where he shoved the key into the lock.
Inside, he slammed the door closed and grabbed my hand, leading me to his bedroom—no, our bedroom now—and paused in front of the bed. We were both breathing hard, our chests heaving.
"I don't want to assume anything—" he said. At the same time, I said, "I want you."
"Fuck, yes." Then he tugged me so that I fell against him, and he was kissing me. His hands were everywhere—my hips, my shoulders, and the base of my skull—tilting me to the perfect angle.
I'd never get enough of this. Him. I was surrounded by his body, his scent, and his touch. It was amazing. I couldn't believe I'd waited a long time to see if there was something between us. Now that we had, I wasn’t sure I could go back to the way it was before.
It was the point of no return, and I was happy to keep moving forward. To explore whatever this was between us.
Brady was right. Everyone thought we were together anyway. Why not take advantage of the situation? Give in to our desires?
He pulled back, holding me away from him. "What do you say? Can I make you feel good?"
I nodded. "Yes."
He lifted me onto the bed and then stepped back so that he could remove his shirt. I watched enraptured as he pulled it over his head revealing that bare chest that I'd happily slept on all week. But now, I'd be given full rein to touch him and explore.
His fingers paused on the waistband of his board shorts. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes."
He didn't need to tell me twice. I drew the filmy cover-up over my head, leaving me in a bikini.
His gaze heated as he shoved his trunks down, his cock bobbing out from the confines of the material.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, gripping the base of his cock, which was hot and hard. I gave it a tug, raising my gaze to meet his.
"I'm supposed to be making you feel good," he said, his voice gravelly.
"But this makes me feel good." I leaned over and licked the precum from the tip of his dick.
His hips jerked in response, and his hand landed in my hair. It was a light touch, as if he was afraid to do anything more.
I licked the tip again, taking my time to tease and torment him.
He lightly pushed me so that I moved to my back. He moved over me, covering me with his weight and his scent. His lips dropped to mine as his hands roamed over my body, setting me on fire.
Fingers tugged at the strings on my hips, and my bottoms fell away. He parted my pussy lips and teased the sensitive tissue. I arched off the bed, needing more.
"I'm going to make you feel so good." He sat back on his haunches, one hand still cupping my pussy as his free hand pulled down the cups of my bikini top. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking."
His words were fuel to my desire. No one had ever talked about my body like that. Like he couldn't get enough. His muscles were pulled taut, and his eyes were bright with desire.
"Brady, please."
He sucked one nipple in his mouth, his free hand still working over my pussy. His fingers dipped inside, and my legs fell apart. I was helpless to do anything but take what he was giving me.
His kisses were long and deep, his fingers working their magic, but still I wanted more.
"I need you inside me."
He lifted off me, reaching for something on the floor, then throwing a condom on the bed. "I like how you ask for what you want."
"You promised you'd make me feel good," I taunted.
"I will. But I'm going to take my time." He moved down my body, settling between my legs, his fingers parting my folds as he licked me from my entrance to clit.
I whimpered as he did it again, a finger entering my channel.
I wouldn't survive the slow and tortuous onslaught.
The combination of his mouth and his fingers was driving me higher and higher.
He sat up, reaching for the condom wrapper.
He ripped it open, smoothing the rubber over his length.
Then he moved between my legs, lining up his cock with my entrance.
Every inch of my body was primed for him.
His gaze met mine. "Are you sure about this?"
This wasn't just sex or a one-night stand. This was my best friend. Love for him poured from my soul. "I want you."
To hell with the implications and what anyone would say. Nothing mattered except easing this incessant ache in my core.
He slid inside, using just his tip.
My mouth dropped open at the sensation of him stretching me. I couldn't help but move, encouraging him to go deeper. I gripped his forearms, which were corded with muscle, as he restrained himself from unleashing his desire. "Please, Brady."
"You're going to be the death of me," he said as he dropped his mouth to mine, and slid in, further stretching me to the limit.
It had been a long time since I was with anyone. But this felt so much deeper than anything I'd ever experienced. Maybe it was because of our friendship.
I felt impaled in the best way. Splayed open and vulnerable to him. I couldn't form any words; I could only hold on and feel the sensations coursing through my body.
"You feel so good." He moved then, slowly sliding out and then thrusting inside, a tortuous rhythm that had me building higher and higher until I felt like I was going to snap.
I bit my lip as he braced his hands on either side of my shoulders and moved at a quicker pace, each pass of his dick inside me hitting something inside of me.
He was going to ruin me for other men. I wondered if this kind of connection was even possible with someone else. Or was it our friendship that made this so overwhelming?
He'd said he was going to make me feel good, and everything inside me was coiled tight. I needed him to set me free.
I pulled his head down to me so that I could kiss him.
He immediately complied, his lips parting for me as I held onto his shoulders.
So far, he was meeting my expectations and fulfilling his promises.
I'd never felt like this before, like I was soaring through the air, poised for something bigger. Something I wasn't sure I could handle.
He eased back and said, "You need to come, baby?"
I nodded jerkily. "Yes," and reached for my clit, used to handling this part myself. But Brady swiped my hand away. "Your pleasure is mine."
What did that mean? I couldn't touch myself? He didn't want me to do that? “You promised to make me feel good.”
"It feels so much better when someone else is orchestrating your release."
"Then show me." I wasn't sure I could stay suspended for much longer.
His fingers touched my clit, and I went off, bucking against him, spasming around his dick, as he moved me through the high. I'd never felt anything so intense. It was like he was splitting me apart only to put all my pieces back together again.
His body pressed against mine as he moved at a quicker pace, chasing his release. A tremor ran through my body, the aftershocks of the most epic orgasm ever. I couldn't produce something like that with my fingers or even a vibrator.
Brady cried out, his face in my shoulder as he tensed and then emptied himself into the condom. His teeth scraped my skin as he kissed the spot to soothe it, and then he sat back on his haunches. He carefully pulled out, removing the condom and tying it off.
"I need to take care of this," he said as he moved off the bed and into the bathroom.
I could only lay there, enjoying the feeling of euphoria from the orgasm he'd just given me. I heard the water running, and then he was back, the mattress dipping, adjusting to his weight. When he reached me, he gathered me to his chest and kissed the top of my head. "No regrets."
It wasn't a question. It was a declaration. "No regrets."
"I'd say that was a good experiment."
I shifted slightly so I could see his face. "And what experiment is that?"
"Can friends be lovers?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Mmm." I considered his question because it was one I'd thought about a lot over the years. Could friends have the chemistry necessary to sustain a relationship and a satisfying sex life? Apparently, we could. But maybe it was just us; the combination was just right.
"I made you feel good, didn't I?" he asked, his voice a little vulnerable.
I shifted so that my palm was on his chest and my head cradled by the crook of his shoulder. "So good."
"I want to do that again." His voice sounded so hopeful that I laughed.
"We're obviously doing that again." I could easily get addicted to whatever that was. Good sex? Was this a friends-with-benefits situation? Or was it the start of something else?
His muscles relaxed as he drifted off to sleep, but my mind was running a mile a minute. What had we done? I didn't regret it, but I was worried how this would change everything. Could we be able to go back to being just friends?