I just want him, branding me with his mouth. Claiming me. Setting my skin on fire with his hands.
Keeping me alive while I try to stay afloat.
My fingers fumble with his belt and his zipper while his hands roll up the skirt of my dress, his fingers shove my panties to the side and immediately begin rubbing against my clit. I’m breathing hard.
“It’s been a long day,” he says between breaths as I pull his cock free of his pants.
I run my hand along his thick, stiff length. I want to kiss it, swallow it. If I could, I would go down on my knees and suck it like I did last night. Make him come inside me.
He pushes me against the door of the closet.
“Fuck, I missed your body so damn much,” he whispers in my ear as he reaches around my ass, squeezing it and lifting my body. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I do as he says. He positions himself right at my entrance and pushes his cock deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as he stretches me, fills me, and brings me back.
“If we were at home,” he says, moving slowly. “I would bury my face between your legs until you scream out my name. This will have to do for now.”
Oh god, it feels so good as he buries his dick deep inside me. One hand holds me, while the other finds my clit and begins to rub it. My head falls back. I close my eyes as he fucks me against the door, hard, roughly.
He growls, pushing himself further as I say, “Faster, deeper.”
Ripples of pleasure throb between my legs as the ecstasy hits me hard. But he’s not done so he continues pumping, thrusting himself inside me. My hands clench onto his shoulders. It’s inexplicable how my body begins to convulse again, violently.
This is so good.
He swears under his breath and whispers my name in a low, guttural voice.
He is shaking, or maybe it’s me.
He slides in and out slowly, as if he doesn’t want this to end. Not just yet. We keep the connection as long as we can. But when he pulls out of me, I feel hollow, but there’s a wedding rehearsal just outside the very door we just fucked against and the horror hits me at once.
I just had sex. In the closet. With my family only a few feet away.
As Jason pulls me to him, pressing my body tightly against his and kissing my temple, I’m shaken to my very core.
33
Eileen
I’m back at the scene of the crime. This time we’re both sober and still craving each other as much as we were last night.
“Are you sure about this?” His warm breath caresses my hair.
I stifled a groan as his hands slide down my bare arms. His simple touch turns me on. His fingers touching the skin around my waist feel like fire burning me from the inside out. I’m always cautious with everything I do, but when it comes to his lips, his touch… I just want to surrender myself.
“Eileen.” The sound of my name coming out from his lips is like a silken caress. I clench my legs as I feel a pulse of pleasure between them. “What are you doing to me?”
Jason slides his hand under my chin, lifting it and slightly tugging me against him. He kisses me on the mouth with heated, seeking lips. It’s deep, branding my soul with his strong, demanding lips. My fingers curl into his chest as my breath catches in my throat.
He makes my heart beat faster, and I should run because this feeling absolutely terrifies me. But I also feel so alive, more alive than I have ever felt.
Jason tugs his mouth away and looks down at me. My hands slide down his belly toward his hips. I needed more than just this kiss. The aching throb between my legs continues to build just by the feel of his body, and how it perfectly molds against mine.
“You’re overdressed,” I mention with a low voice.
“We couldn’t have that now, could we?” he says suggestively.
He pulls his sweater off. The shirt comes off next and he tosses it onto the floor. The jeans drop down to his ankles along with his boxers.
I stare at him open mouthed. He… There are no words to explain how handsome this man is. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Muscled arms.
Every inch of him corded, and his hard, erect cock is a sight I never want to forget. I wish I could keep this moment, or at least the memory of being with him, forever. If I could only choose a few to preserve in my heart after this is over. They would be the warmth of his body, the sound of his heartbeat, and his scent.
“Stay with me,” he says, bringing me back into the now.
How could I be thinking of what’s to come when I have his gorgeous body right in front of me?
I reach out and touch his thick length, tracing it with my fingertips.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says. “I’ve been wanting to rip this dress off you since you got dressed in the closet.
He reaches around me, fumbling with the zipper and letting it drop. “What do you want tonight?” He kisses the corner of my lips. His fingers unfastening my bra while the other hand is pushing my underwear down.
I stiffen and moan as two of his fingers plunge inside me.
“I can’t get enough of you—uh, of this I mean,” he says. “If I could, I’d listen to your throaty moans all day long.”
His hand moves slow.
He’s careful.
His warm lips meet mine. My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingers stretching my insides and his tongue brushing against mine. Electricity runs down my spine.
We kiss fast, long and hard. My brain and my nerves are a knotted jumble of sensations I can’t understand, but I want to experience them. His mouth kisses the corner of my mouth and runs down my jaw. He lowers his head. I gasp when his lips trace my breasts.
I shiver as he licks my swollen peaks and then takes one nipple into his warm mouth. Both of his hands are now kneading my globes. His long hard suck of my nipple unravels me and makes me frantic with passionate need.
Something inside me burns. He feels so new and yet familiar. I can’t understand how being with him makes me feel free and yet bound to him. Though I crave his touch everywhere, I want him inside me desperately.
“I want more,” I say between breaths.
“Hold on,” he says gruffly, releasing my breasts.
He retrieves a condom, slipping it on with ease. He sits at the edge of the bed and says, “You’re in charge.”
I sip some air, letting it out as I take his hand and let him pull me on top of him. We sit down on the bed, his hard length pressing against my center. He kisses my bare shoulder pressing me tight against him. Then,he nips his way to my bottom lip, nibbling it and dipping his tongue into my mouth.
When his tongue meets mine, a throaty moan escapes me. I swear, I feel him smiling as he kisses me, but he never breaks contact.
Oh, but how much I love his tongue. It’s teasing, playful and loving, just like him.
While we kiss, we move slowly so I end up on top of his granite shaft. I close my eyes and place my hands on his shoulders as we align our bodies. Slowly, I lower myself onto his erection.
I feel every inch of him filling me, stretching my insides until I’ve taken all of him inside me. Our gazes meet. His eyes are soft and tender. His expression vulnerable.
As he wraps his arms around my waist, I begin to move up and down. We find our rhythm, it’s just so easy… we just click. His mouth captures one breast as I bounce on top of him. He flicks my hard pearl twice before sucking it hard.
Pleasure shoots through my entire body. He throbs inside me, and I tighten my muscles, clenching his cock, and enjoying his grunt in response.
Our movements become frantic. Our two bodies become one, soaring as we climb up a mountain. Together, we scream out one another’s name in unison as we reach the peak and touch the furthest star in the galaxy.
The explosion suddenly tears me apart.
It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels like every good moment that’s ever transpired has been leading up to this one.
He lays back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around me, pulling my body down with his. I’m boneless. Butter melted by the heat of his body. This… this is so good.
He’s so good.
Maybe we can make this work out. Friends who fuck. Friends who sometimes see each other naked and don’t have to consider anything deeper than that.
Maybe even friends who decide they’re sick of looking for other friends and move in together and decide to be best friends forever.
I could live with being just his friend, if he’d let me.
I hear him whisper something, I’m just too tired to make out the words, and I fall into a deep sleep.
This will probably work out…
Maybe.
34
Jason
For once, I don’t wake up at the ass crack of dawn. The first thing I see is Eileen lying beside me. My arms wrapped around her. Last night comes back like a sucker punch to the gut.
Fuck, those kisses, the way her body responds to my touch. She’s just everything. She’s so fucking amazing, and the little sex we’ve had together is better than anyone I’ve ever been with. Hell, it’s better than anything I have ever experienced.
I think I could spend forever here, like this, with her— well, not exactly here because we definitely need to shower at some point. But something like this would be nice.
Still, I can’t believe she woke up to watch the news with me. It’s the stuff dreams are made of. Okay, it’s the stuff my dreams are made of.
A little minor detail decides to rear its ugly head my way. I told Eileen we could hookup as friends, right after I spent all day avoiding her and pretending I didn’t remember any of the night before.
Shit, shit, fuck! Why am I so stupid?
She gave me plenty of chances to say something, change my stupid mind. But I avoided her. Sometimes, avoiding reality seems like an easy fix until you fuck up what has become the most important relationship of your life.
She brought the fucking conversation up herself. Why didn’t I take that opportunity?
Because admitting I have feelings would mean giving her full permission to reject me, break my heart, and crush my soul, I recall.
Right, shit. I’m fucked.
What am I supposed to do now? Fuck her for the rest of the weekend and then part ways? Keep her as a booty call until she gets sick of my bullshit and leaves? Or whatever the third option is that I can’t think of right now?
I wonder if faking amnesia is an option.
Why Eileen? I ask silently, looking at her.
What did you do?
No, the question is what did I allow myself to do?
Okay, deep breaths Spearman. You’ve been in stickier situations with more to lose before.
Something in me wonders if there’s anything bigger, anything that could top losing Eileen? Fuck, I wish I could slap myself right now. This is terrible. I should be able to talk myself out of this bullshit but—
Jossie, that’s it!
All I have to do is get Jossie to shake the feelings out of me. She’ll tell me I’m screwing up my life for someone who’s a statistical risk, make me see all of Eileen’s flaws, and then I can move on with my life.
That was Jackson’s job, until Miss Emmeline came to his life, and now he wants the entire world to experience the ray of sunshine he gets to bask in every fucking day.
I look at Eileen, wondering if she is the warmth I need to keep me alive.
Easy boy, now you’re being poetic and shit?
Lose her before she kicks you to the curb and stomps on your heart. The other one broke me. Eileen can destroy me completely.
But in the mean time I might as well enjoy the moment. I reach over and pull her to me. She groans softly, opening one eye and giving me a pleased smile.
“Morning, sleepy head,” I greet her.
She blinks a couple of times and moans.
Oh fuck, don’t do that. Just the sound makes me hard. Makes me want to be inside her. I brush her loose curls away and cup her face, connecting our gazes.
“Hey,” she whispers as I brush my lips against her forehead and kiss her nose.
I can’t remember what day today is. All I want is to stay in bed memorizing every inch of her body. Searing this moment into my mind before we say goodbye. As wonderful as it would be to wake up next to her everyday, I know it’s impossible.
Who knows what I would do to fuck her up and make her run far away. I only know that it’s a certainty that would happen.
So I do what I know. Stay in the moment. I unleash the beautiful sound of her moans as I make my way down her body, licking every freckle, birthmark and scar I find on my way down her gorgeous body. I part her thighs and slip my fingers along her wet heat. She groans and I kiss her with hunger.
There’s no better way to wake up or any place than I rather be.
Starting my day as I lose myself in the kiss and her body. Eileen moves her leg on top of my hip and positions the tip of my cock right at her tender entrance. She’s so fucking wet, I slide inside, feeling her walls spasm around my thick length as I stretch her channel.
“Fuck, if I could live buried inside you,” I whisper, hugging her body and rolling so I end up on top of her.
We stare at each other, and I wonder who will be the lucky man. The lucky man who will win this woman’s heart?
She’s perfect in so many ways. Who knew Eileen McBean would be fun, intelligent and great in bed?
“You’re thinking,” she says, running her soft fingers along my jaw. “Stop. It’s so loud.
“Just let it all go,” she mutters, her voice so low I can barely hear her.
I slow down my pace as I get lost in her eyes, moving lazily in and out of her heat. Softly, reverently, the way she deserves it.
There’s no urgency to end this. I stare into her eyes.
Soft, understanding and dangerously honest.
I could get lost in them forever.
What I would give to just be with this woman. Eileen smiles softly at me, and that smile just sucks all the air out of my lungs when she gives it just to me.
There are no words between us, just the air surrounding us as we continue melting into each other. The music around us is composed by our moans and the sound of our bodies as we move in soft circles grinding against each other.
If I ever thought about a perfect moment, this might be it.
I’m at the edge of the abysm but holding onto a thread before I let the pleasure take me away. I’m savoring the moment, letting it sink in as the last time we will be together like this. Allowing the sizzling electricity to sear every cell of my body, transforming them.
Whatever I become after she leaves will be happier than the man she found. I’ll have the memories of her to keep me company, and I can’t imagine a better treasure to carry in my heart.
Don’t think, she mouths.
I give her a smile and continue. I would give her anything she asks right at this moment. My fortune, my heart, my entire life. Me.
Losing myself, I follow the rhythm of her body. She shutters and I know she’s close. My hand finds her sweet, swollen clit and I begin to rub circles around it while thrusting faster.
I want to hear her cry with ecstasy. Remember how great this can be for her. That receiving is also gratifying. If I can only give her more than just this moment.
Her cries echo through the room. Her body twisting under mine as my own orgasm takes over me and I shudder on top of the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.
35
Jason
“Happy birthday to you,” I sing, while I carry the vanilla cupcake I got her yesterday. “Happy birthday dear Eileen, happy birthday to you.”
“Blow out the candle,” I encourage her, but add, “Don’t forget to make a wish.”
She blows the candle and stares at the cupcake, then smiles at me.
“I didn't forget,” I tell her and grin. “We were just, you know, occupied earlier.”
“What?” I ask as I sit down to finish my breakfast.
For a beat I stare at her, scared that I missed something. Maybe I misunderstood and it was yesterday.
Fuck!
She shrugs and looks out the window facing away from me. It’s not quick enough for me to miss that she starts crying. I rush over to take her in my arms, absorbing the sadness emanating out of every pore of her body.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “It’s no—fuck, I’m just so tired, Jason.”
I think on some level I didn’t expect her to answer with how cagey she was acting. That’s the only explanation for how I react.
“What? I—what?” I stutter.
“I know it’s dumb,” she says, sniffling. “But you know how long it’s been since my parents gave a fuck about my birthday. Or me for that matter? They only agreed to go on vacation with me because I begged for years. Or I guess they didn’t really agree to go with me. They never even bought their plane tickets. They just wanted me to stop pestering them so they gave the illusion that we would finally be going away together.”
I hug her tighter. “What is their problem? Like, for real, what slimy insect crawled up their asses that they treat Charlie like a queen but you they can’t even remember your birthday?”
She hiccups through a sob. “It got worse after I got Charlie kicked out of college.”
“Say what,” I say.
36
Eileen
Nine years ago
“Cheating,” my mother shouts. “Not only was she kicked out for poor attendance and failing grades, she was under review by the university for suspected plagiarism.”
I’ve never seen her so angry before in my entire life. When she called me into her bedroom, she snapped at me to sit down and then spent the first ten minutes stomping back and forth. She keeps growling menacingly.
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