The Friend Zone
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I hum, jerk his cock with my hand as I suck him. And he shudders, his voice growing raspy. “You know how many times I stood in a shower, fucking my hand while pretending it was your hot little mouth, Ivy?” He pauses as if remembering, a look of raw pleasure twisting his lips. Then his hips twitch. “Fuck, honey. Don’t. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t if I tried. I have a vivid imagination, and I’ve thought of doing this to Gray. A lot. I let myself play, do all the things I’ve wanted for far too long.
All the while, Gray makes a gasping, almost pained sound as he pumps between my lips, the movement restrained, shaking in its intensity. He’s drawing this out, letting me torture him. It makes me so hot that I close my eyes, pull him in, run my tongue over every inch that I can, show him how much I love this. I’ve done this before, but not like this. Not with Gray, not holding back, savoring every gorgeous inch. And I’ve underestimated how good it would feel to give him pleasure.
Gray. Delicious Gray, whose hard body and hot skin drive me insane. I run my hands up his thighs to cup the taut swells of his ass. God, his ass. It flexes tight with each thrust. I suck harder, faster, and he moans, his body shivering.
Somehow I know he’s close. I can feel all that restrained energy rising up in him, ready to break free. But then he’s out of my mouth, the sound a smacking pop, and he’s hauling me up, pushing me against the wall as his mouth takes mine.
It’s almost frightening the way I lose all sense of myself. There’s only him, his mouth, his warmth. He kisses me there against the tiles, my butt cupped in his big hands. My legs wrap around his waist, and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing. I can’t get over his insane strength and how he never uses it against me but in only service of me. I don’t want to leave this spot. Ever.
Then my attention shifts. To the heat of his cock, and the fact that it’s between my spread legs, the rounded crown at my opening. Gray notices too, and he trembles, shifting his grip a bit.
My breath hitches as just the tip of him sinks in, spreading me. I thought he was big in my mouth. He’s immense now. All I can think about.
Gray stills, his muscles bunching with effort. “We… Hell… We should stop.”
My eyes snap open. “We should?”
The corner of his mouth curls in a weak smile at the sound of my protest. But he can’t hold that smile. “Okay, not stop. Move locations. This means something to me. And I want—I should do right by you. Take you to bed.”
I cup his cheek, press the corner of my mouth against his, just breathe the same air as him. “It’s you, Gray. That’s all I need to make it special.”
His skin pebbles, and he nods once. “Get a condom, then?” And then his expression falls. “Fuck. Fuck. I don’t have…” He expels a breath. “I didn’t plan on tonight.”
Half of my attention is on his cock, still there, teasing me, making me feel empty and wanting. “We’re both clean. I’m on the pill.” I hold his gaze. “Unless there have been others since—”
“No.” It’s almost a shout. He rests his forehead against mine. “Only you. It’s only ever you now, Ivy.”
“Then—” I wiggle, moving against him, making him pant. “Can we…”
He gives me a soft kiss. “Tell me you’re my girl.”
I kiss him back. Soft. Light. “I’m yours. And you’re my guy.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” He smiles as he nuzzles my nose with his. And though I’m so hot, so ready for him, tenderness has my chest aching. His breath gusts over my lips, his lashes lowering. “I know you wanted it slow, soft. But…shit, honey, I don’t…I don’t think I can the first time. I’ll try—”
I kiss his lips, quiet him, my thighs gripping tighter, drawing him closer. He shudders around me. I shudder too. It’s been a long time, and he’s big. But the stretch of him feels so good, it highlights that aching emptiness inside of me. My voice is breathy, impatient. “I don’t need it slow. I just need you. Now.”
He nods, kissing me almost absently. “Okay. Okay. Just…fuck.” He groans, moving in a bit deeper. “Tell me to stop. Any time you want me to stop. I will.”
“Now, Gray.”
“Bossy.” He’s grinning.
“Cupcake.”
“Fucking love when you call me that.” He thrusts upward, and I groan, pushing my body down onto his cock, needing more.
His gaze locks with mine, our lips brushing, tickling with each breath. As if he can’t help himself, he licks into my mouth, tastes me as he pushes again. “You’re perfect,” he says. “Perfect.”
And then he’s fully in, so deep and solid it throbs. The crinkly hairs at his base rub my clit with each hard pump of his hips. And I’ve died. Because it’s too much. Too good.
“Perfect,” I whisper, holding on tight.
* * *
Gray
I think I’m going to die. My chest feels like it’s about to crack open, expose my heart and leave me wasted on the floor. I’ve never had sex with someone who mattered to me. It’s almost too much to handle. Because this is Ivy.
I’m inside Ivy. Finally inside Ivy. No barriers. Her tight, wet heat clasping my dick so good I have to grit my teeth to keep from shouting.
My fingers sink into her plump, sweet ass, spreading her wider as I thrust. Hard. Deep. Steady. No more talk. Just Ivy. Having Ivy. Her long legs are wrapped around me, holding on tight. Water rains down on my back, slides over us, makes Ivy’s smooth skin slick, wet. It’s heaven.
I couldn’t if I tried. I have a vivid imagination, and I’ve thought of doing this to Gray. A lot. I let myself play, do all the things I’ve wanted for far too long.
All the while, Gray makes a gasping, almost pained sound as he pumps between my lips, the movement restrained, shaking in its intensity. He’s drawing this out, letting me torture him. It makes me so hot that I close my eyes, pull him in, run my tongue over every inch that I can, show him how much I love this. I’ve done this before, but not like this. Not with Gray, not holding back, savoring every gorgeous inch. And I’ve underestimated how good it would feel to give him pleasure.
Gray. Delicious Gray, whose hard body and hot skin drive me insane. I run my hands up his thighs to cup the taut swells of his ass. God, his ass. It flexes tight with each thrust. I suck harder, faster, and he moans, his body shivering.
Somehow I know he’s close. I can feel all that restrained energy rising up in him, ready to break free. But then he’s out of my mouth, the sound a smacking pop, and he’s hauling me up, pushing me against the wall as his mouth takes mine.
It’s almost frightening the way I lose all sense of myself. There’s only him, his mouth, his warmth. He kisses me there against the tiles, my butt cupped in his big hands. My legs wrap around his waist, and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing. I can’t get over his insane strength and how he never uses it against me but in only service of me. I don’t want to leave this spot. Ever.
Then my attention shifts. To the heat of his cock, and the fact that it’s between my spread legs, the rounded crown at my opening. Gray notices too, and he trembles, shifting his grip a bit.
My breath hitches as just the tip of him sinks in, spreading me. I thought he was big in my mouth. He’s immense now. All I can think about.
Gray stills, his muscles bunching with effort. “We… Hell… We should stop.”
My eyes snap open. “We should?”
The corner of his mouth curls in a weak smile at the sound of my protest. But he can’t hold that smile. “Okay, not stop. Move locations. This means something to me. And I want—I should do right by you. Take you to bed.”
I cup his cheek, press the corner of my mouth against his, just breathe the same air as him. “It’s you, Gray. That’s all I need to make it special.”
His skin pebbles, and he nods once. “Get a condom, then?” And then his expression falls. “Fuck. Fuck. I don’t have…” He expels a breath. “I didn’t plan on tonight.”
Half of my attention is on his cock, still there, teasing me, making me feel empty and wanting. “We’re both clean. I’m on the pill.” I hold his gaze. “Unless there have been others since—”
“No.” It’s almost a shout. He rests his forehead against mine. “Only you. It’s only ever you now, Ivy.”
“Then—” I wiggle, moving against him, making him pant. “Can we…”
He gives me a soft kiss. “Tell me you’re my girl.”
I kiss him back. Soft. Light. “I’m yours. And you’re my guy.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” He smiles as he nuzzles my nose with his. And though I’m so hot, so ready for him, tenderness has my chest aching. His breath gusts over my lips, his lashes lowering. “I know you wanted it slow, soft. But…shit, honey, I don’t…I don’t think I can the first time. I’ll try—”
I kiss his lips, quiet him, my thighs gripping tighter, drawing him closer. He shudders around me. I shudder too. It’s been a long time, and he’s big. But the stretch of him feels so good, it highlights that aching emptiness inside of me. My voice is breathy, impatient. “I don’t need it slow. I just need you. Now.”
He nods, kissing me almost absently. “Okay. Okay. Just…fuck.” He groans, moving in a bit deeper. “Tell me to stop. Any time you want me to stop. I will.”
“Now, Gray.”
“Bossy.” He’s grinning.
“Cupcake.”
“Fucking love when you call me that.” He thrusts upward, and I groan, pushing my body down onto his cock, needing more.
His gaze locks with mine, our lips brushing, tickling with each breath. As if he can’t help himself, he licks into my mouth, tastes me as he pushes again. “You’re perfect,” he says. “Perfect.”
And then he’s fully in, so deep and solid it throbs. The crinkly hairs at his base rub my clit with each hard pump of his hips. And I’ve died. Because it’s too much. Too good.
“Perfect,” I whisper, holding on tight.
* * *
Gray
I think I’m going to die. My chest feels like it’s about to crack open, expose my heart and leave me wasted on the floor. I’ve never had sex with someone who mattered to me. It’s almost too much to handle. Because this is Ivy.
I’m inside Ivy. Finally inside Ivy. No barriers. Her tight, wet heat clasping my dick so good I have to grit my teeth to keep from shouting.
My fingers sink into her plump, sweet ass, spreading her wider as I thrust. Hard. Deep. Steady. No more talk. Just Ivy. Having Ivy. Her long legs are wrapped around me, holding on tight. Water rains down on my back, slides over us, makes Ivy’s smooth skin slick, wet. It’s heaven.
