“I’m hungry,” I announced finally. “Do you want Chinese or pizza?”
“Pizza,” he said. “If you order Chinese, you’re just going to send me out for tacos in four hours, and I was hoping to get drunk and crash on your couch tonight.”
“Mi Casa is…you know, your sofa.” I shrugged. “But you have to order the pizza.”
He heaved a heavy sigh and pulled out his phone. While he dialed, I shuffled through some drawers in hopes of finding some errant batteries. With a triumphant “ah-ha” I pulled two copper tops from the back of a cupboard then went back into the living room to place them in the remote.
By time Sage followed me out, I already had the movie cued and was curled up on the sofa. He dropped down next to me, much closer than necessary and flung his arm behind my head.
“So,” he said, turning to nuzzle my ear. “You come here often?”
I shoved him away and glared up at him. “What is your problem tonight?”
“What?” he asked, though his attempt at an innocent tone failed completely. “I’m just playing around. What’s got your knickers in a twist?”
I crossed my arms across my chest and turned to stare at the television. I hoped the heat I felt creep over my cheeks wasn’t visible to him. His playfulness had rocketed straight to my core and caused an overwhelming sensation of flat-out need for him. It was taking every ounce of self-control I possessed not to straddle his legs and beg him to put me out of my misery.
This reaction was confusing the hell out of me. Sage and I had been friends for years, and I’d never thought of him sexually until recently. I knew my lack of release was ratcheting up my frustration, but I had no right to take it out on him.
“Are you all right?” he asked. “You’re acting really weird.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, turning to look at him again. “I’ll snap out of it.”
He looked as if he was about to say something else, but a knock on the door prompted him to jump to his feet and run to get the pizza.
I lay my head back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Tonight was going to be a total clusterfuck.
Chapter Two
We ate on the sofa while we watched Captain Kirk try to keep Khan from fulfilling his dastardly scheme. Wrath of Khan was a go-to movie for Sage and me. We could talk, drink and even play cards during it. Because we had both seen it so many times, we never actually lost track of the plot.
I cleared the dishes and put away the rest of the pizza while Sage stayed in the living room and helpfully conveyed, at the top of his lungs, what I was missing on the screen.
“Kirk just did that thing you hate, and it still didn’t work!”
“Thank you!” I yelled back to him. “I don’t need you to do that.”
“Do you want some help in there?”
“No! I’ve got it.”
“Are you sure?”
I jumped at the feel of his hand on my shoulder. “How the fuck did you get out here so fast?”
“You’re apartment isn’t that big, darling,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s like fourteen steps from the sofa to the kitchen. Do you want some help?”
I looked up into his eyes and again noticed that dark look. This time, I was sure I hadn’t imagined it. I shook my head, not trusting my voice for a moment.
“Okay.” He shrugged. “Come on, you’re going to miss the best part.”
He took my hand and led me back into the living room. He sat down, pulling me with him, and I ended up leaning back on his chest, his legs spread on either side of mine. My body tensed against him. I had no idea what was going on.
Sure, we often lolled against each other while we watched movies, but this felt…different. This felt intimate. I couldn’t handle “intimate” at the moment. I didn’t remember what to do with it.
Sage on the other hand seemed perfectly relaxed. His fingers trailed up and down my arm, and his chest moved at a steady pace.
On the other hand, I felt as though my heart were going to beat right out of my chest. My pussy contracted as thoughts of turning around in his arms and pressing my mouth to his overtook my mind. Never, in all the years I’d known him, had I ever wanted him the way I wanted him in that moment.
“Will you relax?” Sage said. “You’re so tense.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice quivering slightly.
“Watching Wrath of Khan with my best friend.” I heard the humor in his tone. “Why, what else do you think I’m doing?”
He was teasing me, and I didn’t appreciate it. I also didn’t like the way I was letting him get to me. I was better than this, and I was certainly better at flirting than he was. I took a steadying breath and resolved to give him way better than he was trying to give me.
I shifted my body over his, moving up just enough to put pressure against his crotch. His fingers froze on my skin, and I definitely felt a stirring under me. Fighting not to smirk and give the game away, I just settled in closer, wiggling enough to make him shift uncomfortably.
“Sorry,” I said. “Am I hurting you?”
“Not at all,” he said, and I was pleased to hear the edge in his voice.
His fingers resumed their playing over my skin, and I scooted up more so I could rest my head closer to Sage’s shoulder, and my ass right against his sac. The feel of his erection against my back was distracting, but I refused to cave first. Even though my pussy had flooded at just being that close to hard cock for the first time in forever, I was not going to let
