16. Mason
16
Mason
D avina moans and I’m fucking lost in her. All the years I’ve denied this attraction between us. I can’t keep doing it. It’s been torture. And now that I’ve tasted her, there’s no going back. She’s mine. Not Collin’s. She never belonged to him the way she belongs to me.
Her skirt is bunched about her waist as I tease her clit through her panties. Her tits spill over the cups of her bra. Her nipples are red and rosy from my mouth. It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to not rip her panties to shreds and fuck her like a beast.
“Please,” she whispers, her body writhing. “Please fuck me.”
Jesus. Complying with her wishes, I fish a condom out of my pocket
and put it on, leaving my jeans around my knees. I’d love to fuck her bare, no barriers between us, but I won’t make assumptions about what she’s willing to do. I position the head of my dick at the slick opening of her cunt. For a split second, it crosses my mind that there’s no going back. If we fuck this up, our friendship is over. It’s a fleeting thought as I ease inside her.
She gazes up at me, her eyes hooded with desire. Lips parted. Begging to be kissed. I keep moving, in and out, unable to stop. My mouth crashes against hers and the fire between us fucking consumes me. Her hands are in my hair, teeth nipping at my lips.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
The bed rocks with the ferocity of our movements. Davina’s head falls back, body arches, and she cries out. My orgasm hits me so hard I collapse forward, the two of us lying breathlessly on the bed.
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but I can’t get words to come out. What would I even say? The lines of our friendship have been obliterated.
She reaches over and grips my hand, giving it a little squeeze. She gets it. I don’t have to say a word because she gets it. Always has.
After a few minutes, I say, “Nothing between us is ever going to be the same.”
She nods, then smiles over at me. “Good.”