More Than Friends

by Jessica Jayne

  She wanted desperately to respond to his kiss, but then she would lose the bet. Her body relented to his every desire when they kissed. There would be no turning back. Brian was a phenomenal kisser. His gentle but firm lips knew how to work her. His tongue would have her growling and begging in seconds. Just the kiss caused her panties to moisten. Ding! The elevator doors opened at their floor. She placed a hand on his chest while the other grabbed their room card out of the back of her jeans pocket.

  “Phew! Traveling always wipes me out,” she said between breaths. She walked out of the elevator and down the hall to their room at the end. Trying desperately to recover her breath, she heard him curse her as he approached. Jeni just smiled. He came up behind her. His hands gripped her hips as she tried to stay focused on opening the door. He pushed his pelvis against her. He was rock hard!

  “I see how it is,” he said seductively. “This is the kind of game we’re playing.” He rubbed himself up against her. His hands held her body close to him. “Do you feel that?”

  “Yes,” Jeni said, breathless again.

  “I am so fucking hard right now. I could take you right here in the hallway against this door and not give a damn who sees us.”

  A chill spread rapidly over her body. He was playing hardball. He knew nothing turned her on more than talking dirty. He turned his baseball cap backward. A sigh escaped her lips when his lips reached the nape of her neck. He nuzzled her neck before his tongue eased up to just behind her ear. She almost lost the ability to stand. She could not stay focused enough to get the key card in the door. Finally! The card slid in and out, and the green light flashed. She pushed the door open and broke free of his hold.

  “If you want to hand over the five hundred bucks right now, I’ll fuck you,” she said slyly. He stood in the threshold to the room, his hands on either side of the doorway. His foot kept the door from closing. His T-shirt rose slightly, giving a glimpse of his abdomen. His eyes sparkled, and his mouth turned up to the left in that crooked way that always made Jeni breathless. It took every bit of strength she had to keep from launching herself at him.

  “Not gonna happen,” he said arrogantly. He walked into the room, and the door clicked closed behind him. He sat in the forest green armchair in the corner of the room, threw his legs on the ottoman, and flipped on SportsCenter.

  “Cool,” she said. Jeni smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes. “I’m just going to put my pajamas on and wash up.” After kicking her brown clogs off by her bag on the floor, she pulled her pajamas out of the bag and tossed them on the white comforter of their king-sized bed. She turned her back to Brian and pulled her sweater over her head and laid it on top of her bag. He adjusted in his chair. Jeni felt his gaze on her. And she planned to give him a show. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and wiggled her behind slowly as she slid them over her hips and down her legs. She heard his breath quicken. She slung the jeans over the chair by the window. She stood in just her bra and light blue lace bikini panties. Grabbing the hot pink pajama shorts on the bed, she bent at the waist to step into them and slowly pulled them up over her panties.

  She looked over her shoulder at Brian. His gaze was all over her. The television was mere background noise. He was in overdrive. His eyes were intense…heated. He watched as Jeni unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her full breasts sprung loose. She pulled the thin, white tank top over her head. Her nipples hardened at the graze of the cotton shirt and at the heat she saw in his stare. She sauntered past him to the bathroom.

  “Christ,” Brian muttered under his breath as the volume of the television increased slightly. Jeni smiled at herself in the mirror. She was not going to make this easy for him. No way. No how. She heard his continual mumbling from around the wall during her entire time in the bathroom.

  “Did you say something?” she said, walking over to him and straddling his legs. “I couldn’t hear you over the running water.”

  “No,” he said in a strained voice. His hands had a death grip on the arms of the chair, so much so his knuckles were almost white. “I was mumbling at the TV.”

  “Okay,” she said in a soft voice. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Her breasts brushed his face for a moment, and he inhaled sharply. “Goodnight, Brian.” Jeni swung her leg over his and drifted over to the bed, pulling back the covers. It was not until she slid in between the cool sheets and laid her head on the pillow that she heard him slowly exhale.

  Several minutes later, he shut the television off and closed himself in the bathroom. Jeni heard his jeans hit the tile floor and the toilet lid go down. The hotel room was quiet, except for the heater and Brian’s heavy breathing. Jeni heard his familiar grunt and a groan. Her insides were burning. She thought she might burst. Sliding her hand inside her panties and rubbing her clit with her middle finger, she was so turned on that her orgasm rolled through her within seconds. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. Once she caught her breath, she rolled on her side of the bed and pulled the sheets up over her shoulders.

  “Goodnight, Jeni,” Brian said as he climbed on the bed several minutes later. He kissed the top of her head and lifted the sheets to crawl into bed. He inhaled deeply. “God, I love the smell of you when you’re turned on. Are you sure you don’t want me to lick that pussy into another orgasm?”

  “How do you know it’s had one already?” Jeni whispered. She rolled onto her back to look at him, shocked by his question. He kneeled on the bed, holding the sheets back.

  “Because I can smell you,” he said with a wicked smile.

  “Really?” She looked at him skeptically. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his face. He inhaled.

  “Ahh,” he growled. “Yes. Really.” His boxer briefs tightened before her eyes. She could see him growing hard. His tongue laved up her fingers while his eyes never left hers. Her breath caught in her chest at the feel of his tongue on her skin and the intensity in his eyes.

  “If you give me the five hundred dollars right now, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” she whimpered.

  “Why are you being such a hard ass, Jeni?” he said with a wry smile. He took her hand and slid it down the front of his bare torso. His abdominal muscles rippled under her hand. Then he slid her hand over his erection. His cock twitched at the feel of her hand. “You know you want me to fuck you.”

  “Then cough up the money, Hamilton!” Though her voice regained its edge, her body was seconds away from crumbling. She wanted nothing more than him buried deep inside her. She ached for him.

  “Have it your way, baby,” he said. He chuckled, but Jeni heard his frustration. The corner of his mouth slid up into a grin. He placed her hand back on the bed and curled up on his side of the bed with a sigh. She was grateful for the king-sized bed. If he touched her at this point, the bet would be over. Damn, they both were so stubborn.

  After several sighs and a few fidgeting movements, Brian had fallen to sleep. She could tell by the slowness of his breathing. Jeni tossed and turned for about an hour. She rolled over and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand next to her side of the bed. A little after midnight. She waited until she was sure he was still asleep and on his back before moving over to his side of the bed and snuggling into his side. His arm underneath her squeezed her tight. He sighed and whispered her name. Jeni could not help but smile at the fact even in his sleep, he knew it was her in his arms. She inhaled deeply. Nothing smelled and felt more like home than Brian Hamilton.

  Chapter Three

  Slowly, Jeni opened her eyes. The sunlight peeked through a small slit in the hotel curtains. She rolled over and sighed. Brian stepped out of the bathroom. He wore nothing but his dark blue jeans slung low on his hips. Jeni felt the heat begin to course through her body again. His abdominal muscles were cut. His broad chest was tight. He always looked phenomenal without a shirt. He took his shirt off the bed and pulled it over his head. She smiled when she realized it was the Batman T-shirt she had bought him for his
birthday their senior year of high school. Brian was a huge Batman fan, which, in turn, made Jeni a Batman fan.

  “You still have that T-shirt,” she said softly.

  “You’re awake, sleepy head,” he said, slipping his arms through the sleeves and smiling at her. He knelt on the bed and kissed her forehead. “Of course, I still have it. Wear it all the time. It’s my favorite.” He smiled down at her…that smile that turned her inside out. “I was going to run across the street to the bakery and grab some bagels and orange juice. I was hoping you weren’t going to sleep the day away.”

  “Sorry,” Jeni said. “Traveling wipes me out, and my night had a restless beginning.” She stretched out in the big bed and moaned. His eyes, still focused on her face, darkened at the sound that escaped her. A shiver ran through her. “Bagels sound good. I’ll jump in the shower while you do that. Do you need any cash?”

  “Nope,” he said. “Save your cash. You’re gonna need it.” He winked at her and left the room.

  * * * * *

  Jeni stood under the showerhead and let the streams of hot water pelt her body. Aside from great sex, nothing revitalized her better than a hot shower. And she was in desperate need of this shower. She never imagined this stupid bet would last this long. Even with her small release last night, her body yearned for sex with Brian. She was hoping the shower would relax her a bit. Provide her with enough resistance so that she didn’t lose the bet. She turned the shower off and reached around the shower curtain for the two bright white fluffy towels she placed on the shelf above the toilet. But all she felt was the cold dampness of the metal shelf. Strange. She pulled the shower curtain back in search of the towels. No towels.

  “Brian,” she called out. Could he have been back from getting breakfast already? She did have a tendency to lose track of time in the shower. “Brian,” she called again. He did not answer. She knew she put the towels on the shelf. She was not losing her mind. Stepping out of the tub and onto the white bath mat, she noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar. She was one hundred percent sure she closed it all the way before getting in the shower, because she hated wasting the warmth of the shower steam by even cracking the bathroom door. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she realized Brian was up to something. How did he get in the bathroom and steal the towels without her hearing anything? She cracked the bathroom door a little wider and peered out.

  “Brian,” she called. There was silence, but her body rippled with anticipation. She knew he was there.

  “Are you looking for these?” he asked slyly. He walked around the wall that separated the bedroom area from the bathroom. He held two towels in his hand. His Batman T-shirt draped snuggly over his chest. Jeni was able to glimpse his belly button and the soft, dark brown hairs that surrounded it. His body always impressed her. He was fit. Not bulky. But fit. Every movement he made revealed his lean muscle tone.

  And she knew his body well. He was ticklish on the sides of his abdomen. She knew the smoothness of his back except for the scar on his left shoulder blade from flipping his bike on a path in the woods and landing on some broken glass. When she bit his lower lip, it would often send him over the edge. Her hands and mouth had run over every square inch of his body…numerous times. And to be honest, she found him difficult to resist. She always had. This time was no different as she stared at him while hidden behind the bathroom door.

  “You scared the shit out of me,” she said. “And yes, I’m looking for those. Can you please hand them to me?” Jeni stretched her arm around the door so Brian could hand the towels to her.

  “I don’t think so,” he said.

  “What do you mean you don’t think so?” she asked smartly. “You better.”

  “Or what?”

  “Come on, Brian,” Jeni begged in a playful voice. “I’m soaking wet.”

  “Exactly how I like you,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “Besides…do you really need a towel? I mean, I’ve seen you naked before.” His eyes were smiling.

  “I don’t care if you’ve seen me naked a million times. I want a towel.”

  “Then come out and get them.” He tossed the towels across the room in the direction of the table and chairs by the window.

  “You little shit,” she said quickly. He laughed.

  “You can stand in the bathroom and drip-dry, or you can come out here and get your towels. It’s entirely up to you, Jeni. But I’m going to munch on a bagel while you decide. I’m starving. And don’t take too long; your OJ will get warm.” He walked away from the vanity area. She heard the creak of the chair as Brian sat down and the rustling of what she was sure was the bag of bagels.

  Jeni stood there for a couple minutes debating whether to play his game. She knew what he wanted. He thought if he could entice her out naked, this whole no sex bet would quickly end. He would probably try to kiss her and with no clothes to remove, she would have little time to think about anything before her body went into overdrive and succumbed to Brian’s hands and mouth. Well, Brian was right, their little bet was about to be over, but it would be him that would be begging to be inside of her. He had an extremely hard time, if not downright impossible time, resisting her naked.

  “Fine,” Jeni huffed. She walked around the wall to the main area of the hotel room where he sat nibbling a bagel. Brian quit chewing when he saw her standing there naked. Her body glistened from the shower. Her long hair was tangled, wet, and draped over her shoulders. He swallowed, practically choking on the partially chewed bagel bite in his mouth. He took a small sip of his orange juice. The rest of the bagel in his hand fell on the table. The towels were lying on the floor just a few feet in front of him. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” she asked. Jeni walked confidently toward him. “Me…naked?”

  She knew her body turned him on. It always had. He often told her how much he loved the smoothness of her curves, the fullness of her breasts, and the softness of her milky skin. No matter what skinny cheerleader Brian dated in high school, no matter what uppity sorority girl he screwed in college, no one brought him to his knees quite like she could. And Jeni knew it. She relished the power her body had over him.

  She stood in front of him, and his eyes filled with desire. His gaze ran down the length of her body. He devoured her with his eyes as his tongue flicked out over his bottom lip. But he did not move another muscle. She spun around so her back was to him, and she bent over from the waist to grab the towels off the floor. Her ass and pussy were within his reach. Bent over, he had a full view of what he wanted. She knew from his intake of breath that he had switched from playful game to lustful need…the need that always consumed them both when they were together.

  She paused for a couple of seconds in the bent over position, making sure he saw how moist and swollen and ready she already was for him. She felt the heat from his stare burning her skin. Ripples of excitement washed over her. She stood up with the towels in hand and started to walk away slowly.

  “Fuck,” he said in a low, animalistic growl. He sprang from the chair and grabbed her arm, causing the towels to fall to the floor again. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He reminded her of a starved lion ready to pounce on its prey. She knew she was the prey. That excited her.

  “What about our bet?” she teased. It was clear from the look in his eyes that the bet was over, but she wanted to hear him say it. Brian let go of her arm and grabbed his wallet on the table. He counted out five one hundred dollar bills and slammed them on the table. Jeni laughed.

  “Fuck it,” he said, backing her against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. His chest and hips pressed against her body. “Enough is enough. Last night was enough torture to last me a while. I want to fuck you so damned bad it hurts.” She saw the desire in his eyes as his breath fanned against her cheek. But he restrained from touching her, and it drove her crazy.

  “Is this what you want?” She grabbed his hand and placed it between her le
gs. She could no longer stand being this close to him and his hands not on her…pleasuring her. His hand was cool to the heat between her legs. It felt as if a bolt of lightning shot through her body.

  “Maybe,” he teased. His forehead pressed against hers. His dark brown eyes were hungry, and his breath quickened. But he played it cool. He knew exactly how to get Jeni worked up.

  His fingers played gently over her folds like a fine instrument. He glided over her slowly at first, sliding a finger farther back between her legs and bringing her wetness forward to her clit. His finger grazed over her clit for just a second or two, circling it. Then it moved gently over her folds again. Back to the entrance to her body, then back to her clit. He repeated these motions several times. And just as she moaned softly and rested her head against the wall behind her, Brian thrust his middle finger deep inside her. Jeni cried out in pleasure. The feel of a part of him inside her felt amazing. He thrust his finger in and out of her a few times before sliding his finger out and bringing it to his mouth.

  “Mmm,” he said, sliding his finger in his mouth. “I’ve missed the taste of you.” His gaze pierced her.

  “I’ve missed you tasting me,” she said, groaning. Her hands went to his head and pushed him down her body. His tongue lapped slowly over her breasts, drinking the droplets of water that spattered her body from the shower. His tongue swirled around her navel. “Show me how much you missed it,” she whimpered. He knelt before her. At first, Brian just admired the view. She was neatly shaven. She knew he liked that. He was not one of those guys that preferred her bare. He liked a little hair on her sex, because he said it kept her scent prominent.