Riley giggles. Her hands push through my hair. “Did you just ask my boobs that?”
“Shh. We’re having a moment.”
I feel her body quake against my lips as I kiss down to her nipple. “I know. God, I’ve missed you too. And she said some awful things, didn’t she? She should be punished. What do you think? Should I spank her?”
Riley gasps. Her hands tighten in my hair when I close my mouth around her and suck. “Oh, God, please,” she begs.
I tilt my head up, releasing her nipple, and smirk at that hot, hungry look in her eyes. “Goddamn. You want me rough, don’t you?” I ask, watching her cheeks warm. “I was going to take my time,” I kiss her skin, “savor you while I make you come every fucking way I can, but you don’t want that. You want me wild.”
“I want you how I feel.”
“How’s that?”
“Crazy,” she rushes out, licking her lips. “I don’t want you to be able to breathe. I can’t. I’m . . .” Her legs shift beneath me. “I’d beg for this, CJ. For us to happen. I don’t care how pathetic that sounds. I would. I know I would.”
Pathetic? Yeah fucking right. If she had any idea some of the shit I’ve been thinking . . .
I press a kiss to her ribs and to the dip in her stomach, my hands curling around her tiny waist and roaming up her sides. “You think I didn’t sit in that room every day for the past two months and go out of my fucking mind knowing you were in here?” I ask, gazing up at her. Her wide eyes blink. “Every time you looked at me, Riley, every time you touched me, even just putting your hand on my leg when you were wrapping it, do you think I didn’t want that to mean more? `Cause, babe, I did. I wanted that.”
A sadness passes over her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner. With everything that happened, I just—”
“Don’t do that,” I cut her off, raising up a little to see her better. “We’re here now. We’re doing this. No sorrys, babe. We got here.”
The corner of her mouth twitches. “No sorrys,” she echoes, dropping her chin with a nod and no doubt thinking back to the no-apologizing rule I gave her when she first moved in. Her warm hands slide out of my hair to my face and cup my cheeks. “So, um, about the spanking . . .”
I raise my brows, knowing what she wants but already having an idea in mind how I plan on giving it to her. She’s going to have to wait. I shuffle back, kneel between her legs, and wrap my hand around her thigh, pushing it back. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pussy I can’t stop thinking about.”
Riley bites at her lip. She bends her knee and drops it to the side, keeping her other one straight until I’m guiding her to open up wider.
I stare at the wet spot on her panties as I stretch out, hanging halfway off the bed. My knees on the floor. My hard cock rubbing against the side of the mattress. “Look at you,” I murmur, dipping my head so I’m hovering my mouth there. “Dirty girl. You made a mess. Do you think I can get you any wetter?”
Riley’s response is a long, low groan when I bury my nose between her legs and inhale. She smells heady and rich, almost as good as she tastes, and it makes my fucking mouth water. I drag her panties down her legs and drop them off the bed, then I’m leaning over her again and swiping my tongue through her pussy.
“CJ,” she gasps. She’s breathless, back arching and hands wrapping around my forearms that are keeping her lower half pinned down. “Don’t stop. Please, oh, my God, don’t stop.”
I smile against her and stifle a laugh. “Do you think I’d stop? Do you think I could?” Our gazes lock. I drag my tongue over her clit and we moan together. “Fuck. A girl like you, there’s no stopping, babe. I tried. Trust me.”
Riley was talking about me working her until she comes. I’m talking about us—admitting how hung up I’ve been since that fucking wedding. We weren’t friends. Never have been. I never saw her as that.
Never. It’s not normal to want to taste your friend’s mouth every fucking time they open it.
Riley bites at her lip again, looking shy—at what I just said or having my tongue on her, I don’t know. Then she’s sitting up, sticking her hands behind her and staring down between her legs with wide, curious eyes.
“You want to watch me?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want to watch me do?”
A flush reddens her cheeks. “Eat me out,” she whispers.
I lick my lips, holding her eyes as I lower my head back down, closer and closer until Riley is whining and lifting her pelvis to hurry me the fuck up already. I chuckle and push her back down. “Watch me.”
She gasps, body trembling when I nuzzle my mouth against her pussy. “Oh, my God . . . yes.”
I move my face roughly between her legs. I give her exactly what she wants—crazy. There’s no control or restraint. I’m not gentle with her. I don’t ask if Riley likes what I’m doing or build it in her slow. I can’t. I realize quickly that I’m not doing this for her. Or at least, not just for her. I can’t take my time—my mouth is on her. I can’t savor and drag this out—she’s in my fucking bed and I’m touching her and kissing her and touching her. The woman I’ve been obsessing over for months. The one I can’t get out of my head. The pretty girl who shoots tequila and who’s naturally curious about palm trees. This isn’t sedate. It can’t be. I get her worked up and wet so fast, she drips down my chin and onto the sheet before I’m even fucking her with my tongue, and then I’m fucking her with my tongue. She comes for me, sweet and soft limbs shaking. I swallow her desire and groan when I taste her in my throat. And then I’m building it again, pressing my finger against her tight little ass and telling her she misses me there while I suck on her clit. And by the time she’s coming and flooding my mouth a second time, my cock is so hard I’m practically humping the mattress.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I tell her as I get to my knees between her legs, my next words getting stuck in my throat when Riley jerks up, grabs my face and crashes our mouths together.
She pulls me down on top of her and sucks the taste of her pussy off my tongue. My lips. “Hurry,” she pleads between kisses. Pressing her mouth to my cheek. Biting my jaw. “CJ, please, my God.” She tilts her pelvis up, rubbing her soaking wet cunt against my dick.
“Shh. We’re having a moment.”
I feel her body quake against my lips as I kiss down to her nipple. “I know. God, I’ve missed you too. And she said some awful things, didn’t she? She should be punished. What do you think? Should I spank her?”
Riley gasps. Her hands tighten in my hair when I close my mouth around her and suck. “Oh, God, please,” she begs.
I tilt my head up, releasing her nipple, and smirk at that hot, hungry look in her eyes. “Goddamn. You want me rough, don’t you?” I ask, watching her cheeks warm. “I was going to take my time,” I kiss her skin, “savor you while I make you come every fucking way I can, but you don’t want that. You want me wild.”
“I want you how I feel.”
“How’s that?”
“Crazy,” she rushes out, licking her lips. “I don’t want you to be able to breathe. I can’t. I’m . . .” Her legs shift beneath me. “I’d beg for this, CJ. For us to happen. I don’t care how pathetic that sounds. I would. I know I would.”
Pathetic? Yeah fucking right. If she had any idea some of the shit I’ve been thinking . . .
I press a kiss to her ribs and to the dip in her stomach, my hands curling around her tiny waist and roaming up her sides. “You think I didn’t sit in that room every day for the past two months and go out of my fucking mind knowing you were in here?” I ask, gazing up at her. Her wide eyes blink. “Every time you looked at me, Riley, every time you touched me, even just putting your hand on my leg when you were wrapping it, do you think I didn’t want that to mean more? `Cause, babe, I did. I wanted that.”
A sadness passes over her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner. With everything that happened, I just—”
“Don’t do that,” I cut her off, raising up a little to see her better. “We’re here now. We’re doing this. No sorrys, babe. We got here.”
The corner of her mouth twitches. “No sorrys,” she echoes, dropping her chin with a nod and no doubt thinking back to the no-apologizing rule I gave her when she first moved in. Her warm hands slide out of my hair to my face and cup my cheeks. “So, um, about the spanking . . .”
I raise my brows, knowing what she wants but already having an idea in mind how I plan on giving it to her. She’s going to have to wait. I shuffle back, kneel between her legs, and wrap my hand around her thigh, pushing it back. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pussy I can’t stop thinking about.”
Riley bites at her lip. She bends her knee and drops it to the side, keeping her other one straight until I’m guiding her to open up wider.
I stare at the wet spot on her panties as I stretch out, hanging halfway off the bed. My knees on the floor. My hard cock rubbing against the side of the mattress. “Look at you,” I murmur, dipping my head so I’m hovering my mouth there. “Dirty girl. You made a mess. Do you think I can get you any wetter?”
Riley’s response is a long, low groan when I bury my nose between her legs and inhale. She smells heady and rich, almost as good as she tastes, and it makes my fucking mouth water. I drag her panties down her legs and drop them off the bed, then I’m leaning over her again and swiping my tongue through her pussy.
“CJ,” she gasps. She’s breathless, back arching and hands wrapping around my forearms that are keeping her lower half pinned down. “Don’t stop. Please, oh, my God, don’t stop.”
I smile against her and stifle a laugh. “Do you think I’d stop? Do you think I could?” Our gazes lock. I drag my tongue over her clit and we moan together. “Fuck. A girl like you, there’s no stopping, babe. I tried. Trust me.”
Riley was talking about me working her until she comes. I’m talking about us—admitting how hung up I’ve been since that fucking wedding. We weren’t friends. Never have been. I never saw her as that.
Never. It’s not normal to want to taste your friend’s mouth every fucking time they open it.
Riley bites at her lip again, looking shy—at what I just said or having my tongue on her, I don’t know. Then she’s sitting up, sticking her hands behind her and staring down between her legs with wide, curious eyes.
“You want to watch me?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want to watch me do?”
A flush reddens her cheeks. “Eat me out,” she whispers.
I lick my lips, holding her eyes as I lower my head back down, closer and closer until Riley is whining and lifting her pelvis to hurry me the fuck up already. I chuckle and push her back down. “Watch me.”
She gasps, body trembling when I nuzzle my mouth against her pussy. “Oh, my God . . . yes.”
I move my face roughly between her legs. I give her exactly what she wants—crazy. There’s no control or restraint. I’m not gentle with her. I don’t ask if Riley likes what I’m doing or build it in her slow. I can’t. I realize quickly that I’m not doing this for her. Or at least, not just for her. I can’t take my time—my mouth is on her. I can’t savor and drag this out—she’s in my fucking bed and I’m touching her and kissing her and touching her. The woman I’ve been obsessing over for months. The one I can’t get out of my head. The pretty girl who shoots tequila and who’s naturally curious about palm trees. This isn’t sedate. It can’t be. I get her worked up and wet so fast, she drips down my chin and onto the sheet before I’m even fucking her with my tongue, and then I’m fucking her with my tongue. She comes for me, sweet and soft limbs shaking. I swallow her desire and groan when I taste her in my throat. And then I’m building it again, pressing my finger against her tight little ass and telling her she misses me there while I suck on her clit. And by the time she’s coming and flooding my mouth a second time, my cock is so hard I’m practically humping the mattress.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I tell her as I get to my knees between her legs, my next words getting stuck in my throat when Riley jerks up, grabs my face and crashes our mouths together.
She pulls me down on top of her and sucks the taste of her pussy off my tongue. My lips. “Hurry,” she pleads between kisses. Pressing her mouth to my cheek. Biting my jaw. “CJ, please, my God.” She tilts her pelvis up, rubbing her soaking wet cunt against my dick.
