She dragged her hand down his hard chest, to his stomach. She stroked over his rigid abs, then lower, to another rigid body part. As he licked and nibbled her nipple, she dragged his zipper down and slipped her hand inside. Her fingers wrapped around his long member, still covered with the soft cotton of his boxers.
He sucked her nipple and heat shot through her. She squeezed his long thick cock, then slid her fingers inside his boxers and stroked the hot silky skin stretched across his rock-hard shaft.
He kissed the base of her neck as he pushed her blouse from her shoulders.
“You have too many clothes on, woman,” he said as his hands glided around her back and unfastened her bra.
“So do you,” she responded as she squeezed his cock.
He stood up and shoved his pants and boxers out of the way in one movement. She slid her bra from her arms and tossed it aside, then shimmied out of her skirt. He unfastened his shirt and tossed it aside, then knelt in front of her, his brown eyes glittering as he watched her hook her thumbs under the elastic of her thong.
“Let me deal with these.” He ran his finger along the crotch of her panties.
His touch, just a whisper from her slick flesh, sent her heart rate accelerating. He stroked down her thigh, then wrapped his hand around her calf and lifted her leg. He nuzzled her ankle, then kissed it, sending heat thrumming through her. He lifted her other leg and kissed behind her knee, then rested her legs over his shoulders. He grinned as he prowled forward and leaned in to her body. He kissed her stomach above the elastic of her thong . . . then grasped the elastic in his teeth. He drew it downward . . . slowly . . . revealing her auburn curls a little at a time.
God, she wanted to twine her fingers in his hair and drag him tight against her. To mash his face into her hot, slick flesh, to—Oh! His tongue dove into her and stroked her clit. Her heart thundered in her chest as she gasped.
His fingers hooked under the elastic and he dragged the small garment down her legs and tossed it aside. He lifted one of her legs again and kissed along the calf, then shifted to the other thigh. Her sex burned with need as his lips moved upward. He rested her legs over his shoulders again . . . then grinned at her. Or rather, at her . . . uh . . . pussy. His gaze, filled with intense male interest, burned through her. He continued his perusal, simply looking at her, and she squirmed a little.
He chuckled, then stroked her auburn curls with his fingertips in a gentle petting motion, then pressed his mouth to her and . . . The hot, sensual feel of his mouth kissing and nibbling her wet flesh sent dizzying sensations swirling through her. She curled her fingers through his short hair, needing to hang on to something. Her head dropped back on the couch and she moaned in desperate need as his tongue teased her throbbing clit. Her pulse pounded in her veins. He lapped, then sucked, and sparks flared inside her. He flicked his tongue, then sucked again, and intense heat swelled through her, sending her senses reeling. Pleasure rocketed through her and she moaned as release came fast and furious.
Still he sucked and licked.
She tugged on him. “I want you inside me, Trey.”
He prowled higher and rested his thick cock against her. She sighed as his hard flesh eased inside her, then she wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him in further.
“Deeper,” she insisted.
He thrust forward and she moaned at the incredible invasion of hard flesh. She squeezed him, feeling his thick shaft inside her, gliding forward, then drawing back.
“Yes, Trey. Harder.”
He thrust and thrust again. His cock went impossibly deep as he drove forward, lifting her legs high and wide.
“Oh, God—!” An incredible orgasm blossomed through her and her limbs melted into useless flesh.
Trey kept on thrusting as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her. He drove forward with a guttural groan and held, his cock pulsing, liquid heat filling her.
A moment later, he collapsed on top of her. She welcomed his weight, holding him tight to her. They stayed like that for quite a while. Danielle enjoyed the warmth and intimacy of their joined bodies . . . and the comfort of being in someone else’s arms.
In Trey’s arms.
Finally, Trey drew away. He smiled, then kissed her. As he slipped free of her body, she felt a sudden sense of loss. It was so comforting sharing that intimacy with him. Feeling so close to him.
Then suddenly she realized just how intimate this felt . . . with just the two of them here. Like two actual lovers. Two lovers in a relationship.
Heat drained from her face as she realized she’d been playing a dangerous game. She’d been having casual sex with her two friends, having fun and hoping to play matchmaker . . . but along the way, she was in danger of losing her own heart.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You just went white as a ghost.”
His charming smile along with the concern in his warm brown eyes made her feel loved. But she knew it wasn’t love. At least, not romantic love. It was the caring of one friend for another.
