I moaned.
My head lolled back as he alternated between the two. “That feels so good.”
I lifted my head and our mouths found each other again. His hands moved down my body and I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers grazed my belly.
“Do you want me to stop?” His fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and played there teasingly.
“No, I don’t.” I swallowed hard. “And that’s the problem.”
“So, you want me to take these shorts off of you?”
Biting down on my bottom lip, I nodded. “Yes.”
He held eye contact with me as his fingers flirted with the thin fabric that was keeping me from being completely naked. “Do you know what I want?”
I kissed him. “Tell me,” I whispered against his lips.
He smirked before rolling us to the middle of the bed, pinning me beneath him.
“Jay!” I squealed, not expecting the sudden move.
He removed my shorts and tossed them to the floor. He scanned me from head to toe before crawling on top of me.
“You are sexy as hell,” he murmured as his mouth covered mine.
“It’s not fair that I’m naked and you still have on your shorts,” I complained, as he trailed kisses down my neck.
“I’ll take them off in a second. There’s something I have to do first.” He spread my legs wide and settled at the apex of my thighs.
It only took that first lick for me to know that he knew what he was doing. I clenched tight as waves of desire swept through me as he zeroed in on my clit.
“Jay,” I moaned.
“God, I love the way you say my name.” Each word was punctuated by a hard flick of his tongue and I squirmed through the entire sentence.
He kept his mouth focused on the epicenter of my pleasure. I loved everything he was doing. And by the time he had me coming on his lips, I was ready to confess my feelings.
He kissed me all over as my body recovered from the orgasm. When he made his way back to my lips, we lost ourselves. His shorts came off when he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. And wow—I couldn’t stop staring at his dick. I watched him roll the condom on and I felt like I was about to start salivating.
“I didn’t know you were working with all that,” I commented as he climbed back on the bed. The length of his dick captured my attention as it bounced between us.
He chuckled. “I’ve been trying to show you for the last few months.”
My eyes jerked up and locked with his. “What?”
He grabbed my ankles and lifted them high. Kissing each of them, he spread me wide. He played with my clit with his dick as he watched me. Spreading my wetness around, he toyed with me to make sure I was ready to accommodate his size.
I loved the way he seemed to take in everything—every move I made and every touch that brought me pleasure.
“Brooklyn, you know you could’ve gotten this anytime you wanted.”
“The dick?”
“Me.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as his words hit me at the same time as he sank into me.
“Oh my God,” I panted, overwhelmed by how full I started to feel.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled as he worked himself as deep as he could go.
“Jay,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Yes, Jay.”
“God, I love the way you say my name,” he grunted as he pulled out and then slid back in.
We found an easy rhythm. As he rocked himself into me, each time he went a little deeper, a little faster, a little harder. He made a point to push me to my limit and my body surrendered to him. I trusted him in a way I’d never trusted another, and he rewarded me with the hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
My body was wired from a mixture of complete pleasure and utter satisfaction. With our limbs still intertwined, we were panting in the middle of the bed.
“Oh my God…”
What did we just do?
It was the hottest sex I’d ever had with arguably the hottest man I’d ever been with, but I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d made a mistake.
Did we fuck our friendship by fucking?
“Brooklyn,” he groaned, dragging out my name.
I turned on my side to look him in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat when I found him already staring at me.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, pulling me into him.
“We crossed the line we said we’d never cross.”
“I know.” He held me tight, bringing his forehead to mine. “And I’m glad we did.”
I swallowed hard. “I just don’t want to lose my best friend,” I whispered.
“That won’t happen.”
…
Chapter Eleven
I was sore when I woke up Monday morning. After three rounds, it felt like I’d done an extensive full body work out. Every inch of me was thoroughly satisfied. The sun poured into the bedroom and I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position. The clock was blinking the wrong time and my cell phone was dead. Connecting my phone to the charger, I tried and failed to turn it on.
“Good morning,” Jay’s deep voice rasped.
“Morning.” I placed the phone down and rubbed my eyes. “How’d you sleep?”
His fingertips skated across my back. “The best sleep I’ve ever had.”
Shaking my head, I smiled. “Hm.”
He grabbed me and pulled my naked body onto his. “What?”
My head rested on his bare chest and my arm stretched across his abdomen. “I thought it was going to be awkward.”
“Does that mean you’re still good?”
“As long as I can still
