His mouth works down my body, kissing and nipping while his hands glide along the curve of my waist. When he reaches my hips, he hooks one finger under the band of my thong and tugs, pulling it off.
I’m completely naked, in his bed. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, but this is so much better than any fantasy.
Awareness prickles over me as his hands slide up my calves. My pulse pounds harder at the thought of spreading my legs for him, so I do. I open my legs and his gaze locks between them.
“Jesus.” His breath catches, and he wets his lips with his tongue before trailing his finger along the junction of my thigh. “I’ve imagined doing this so many fucking times.” His finger moves along my pussy, front to back, and my back bows in response. “You’re so wet,” he says before sinking a finger inside me.
I throw my head back on the pillow, balling my fists. His finger works in and out. I gasp when I feel his warm breath against my clit.
“Do you want me to taste you, Emma?”
“God, yes.”
His tongue flicks once over my clit and my body jerks. “Are you sure?” he says. Another soft lick. “I can stop.” Then he moves away.
I pant. Reaching blindly for his face or hair—anything to drag his mouth back down on me. I lift my head from the pillow and lace my fingers through his hair, tugging. “Don’t.”
He lowers his mouth to my pussy again, trailing his tongue along my slit. He watches his fingers as he plunges them into me. I like that he’s watching, that he’s right there between my thighs. My toes curl as my back arches from the bed. He sucks and nips while fucking me with his finger.
I pull at his hair, rolling my hips against his mouth as I chase my release. Every time I need him to suck harder he does. Just when I’m about to beg for a second finger, he slips it in, and right when my body heats up, ready to let go, he stops.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Chapter Nine
Evan
Frustrated, Emma runs her fingers through her hair and throws her head back. “Evan...” And that is a fucking plea.
I watch my finger slip inside her. Over and over. This is the perfect sight—Emma naked in my bed with her legs spread. Her fingers keep bending in, flexing in her palms. Her lips keep shaping silent Os. Fuck. All the little ohs and ahs she’s whispering at each flick of my tongue cause my balls to draw tight. My cock twitches, begging me to fuck her. She’s slick and wet and so damn tight. Every time she tenses around me, I nearly lose my shit.
I circle her clit, loving the way she jerks from the touch. I don’t know how much longer I can take it, but I want to drag this out as long as possible.
She fists at the sheets. Her heels dig into the mattress while her breaths grow deep and uneven. She’s right there, so I slow my speed.
“What are you doing?” she asks, grinding over my hand.
“Making sure it’s good.” I give it three more seconds, then I lean over and lick her clit, coaxing a string of mumbled “fucks” from her.
I may be a virgin, but I’ve done my fair share of playing with girls. I always paid attention to how they reacted. To what they liked, to what drove them crazy. All because I was determined that I would blow Emma’s fucking mind if I ever had her.
Emma’s muscles tighten and release. She grabs my hair, pulling while she grinds against my mouth. This is where I wanted her, right here where she’s lost all control. Uninhibited.
“Oh God,” she pants.
As much as I want her to come right now, I’m a selfish shit. I want the first time I push her over that edge to be when she’s gripping my cock.
“Tell me,” I say against her pussy, hooking my arms under her knees and shoving them up by her head so I can lick her deeper. “Tell me to fuck you.” I can’t hate myself in the morning if she tells me she wants it.
“Don’t stop...” she grabs my jaw. “Please.”
“I need you to tell me.” I flatten my tongue out and drag it over her slit.
“Fuck me, Evan.”
I kiss my way from to her breasts, then to her warm mouth. Our eyes lock and I swallow. She bites at her lip, then grabs the waist of my boxers and shoves them over my ass. Her hand moves between us and she fists my cock. That single touch is almost too much for me to fucking handle.
Chapter Ten
Emma
My entire body is tense, needy. I feel like it could splinter into a million pieces at any moment.
Evan places one final kiss to my pussy before reaching to his nightstand and rummaging through the drawer. He pulls out a condom, quickly tearing it open and rolling it down his shaft.
I’m wound so tight, all I can think about is what it will feel like when he pushes into me. Part of me wants it to be slow, but a bigger part of me is desperate for it to be hard.
My heart bangs in my chest when he settles between my thighs. There’s a moment where I hesitate. Where I worry if we’re screwing everything up, but then he rubs his dick over me, front to back. He nudges at my entrance and I can’t think of anything but how good that feels. About how I’ve come so close twice already and this is all that I need.
He’s right there, the heat, the slight pressure. My thighs fall farther open, and I grab on to his broad shoulders, pulling him toward me.
His tongue darts out, wetting his lip. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
I feel him move, barely inching in. Almost there. I nod, and he slowly pushes into me.
“Shit.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, biting down like it’s more than he can take.
He goes a little deeper, a little further, stretching me to fit only him. Every bit of tension in my body gives way like gravity no longer exists. His lips press against my throat, but they don’t move, and the very second he fills me, he groans against my skin.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say, grabbing his ass and pulling, wanting him to go deeper.
“You feel so fucking good. I can’t...” And then he thrusts into me. He buries himself inside me so far that my breath catches in my throat. My nails dig into his ass and I hold him there, forcing myself against him. I want him in me. Hard. Deep. “Fuck, Em,” he hisses.
When he pulls out, that sensation alone causes me to whimper. He drives back into me, looping his arms around my back and places his hands on my shoulders. He uses his hold as leverage so he can move deep and steady.
His pace picks up with each thrust until he’s no longer gentle but brutal and savage, the way I always imagined. He sits back on his knees, gripping my ankles and holding my thighs apart so he can watch himself drive into me. “You feel too fucking good.”
He drops one of my legs and reaches down, pinching my clit between his fingers. And I’m done.
Everything around me crashes and burns until nothing is left but him and me and this crackling buzz setting fire to my skin. I dig my nails into his shoulders, saying his name like a prayer I’ve rehearsed my entire life. My back bows from the bed and I roll my hips against him, moaning and swearing.
The orgasm rolls through me like a rogue wave, all-consuming until I’m left breathless and melting into the bed.
Just as I begin to come down from that high, Evan tenses. His lips fall open on a moan before his chin dips to his chest.
“Fuck.” He collapses on top of me, sweat slicked and out of breath.
And we lie, holding each other, our hearts pounding as we attempt to catch our breath.
* * *
I wake with a pounding headache and roll to my side. It’s not until I press against Evan’s warm body that I realize we’re both still completely naked.
I stare at his back, at the dark tattoos creeping over his shoulder blade, and my stomach knots.
This is the morning after.
I told him to take
me, and he did. I swallow at the dull throb between my legs. He really did.
I close my eyes and the memory of Evan on top of me, moving so hard and deliberately, whispering how badly he wanted me in my ear replays on a loop.
I need to get out of here.
Just when I toss the sheets off, Evan rolls on his side. I grab the sheet and pull it up to my chin watching as his eyes slowly flutter open. He arches a brow when he looks at me. What in the hell am I supposed to say now? How do you act the morning after you fucked your best friend?
He’s just staring at me. My heart hammers in my chest. My cheek stings with a heat only comparable to the flames of hell. This has to be the most awkward moment of my life.
“Well...” he says, and I swallow.
“Yep.”
“Did you sleep well?” He drags a hand through his messy hair.
He’s going to avoid this?
I’m naked. He’s naked, with a hard-on tenting the sheets, and he thinks he can avoid this? “Em?” His eyes drift from my face to my fists still clutching the sheets. On a sigh, he swipes his hand over his face. “Shit...”
Oh God. He regrets it!
He shifts, grabbing both my wrists and tugging me toward him. “Please tell me you don’t regret that?” His eyes narrow on mine, studying me as his fingers brush my cheek. “Em?”
“I don’t,” I whisper. “I’m just...scared.”
His brows knit together and the sweep of his fingers halt. “Scared of what?”
“Losing you.” I shake my head, fighting the emotions creeping into my chest. “I don’t want to lose you, Evan.” As soon as I say it, panic twists in my chest, because we crossed a line last night that there is no coming back from.
I didn’t just sleep with my best friend. No, I gave him my virginity.
The virginity that had been auctioned off to someone else.
Chapter Eleven
Evan
Shit. What is she talking about, losing me? Emma gnaws at her lip, her eyes beginning to well with tears.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“I just...” She shakes her head. “It’s just.” She exhales, frustrated. “It’s a lot. I know you’ve done this a thousand times with who knows how many girls. We’re friends and I don’t want you to think that I’m—that I’m...”
I grab her chin and she stops rambling. “Look at me,” I whisper. “I’ve never done this before.”
She frowns, confused.
I sigh. “Last night was my first time, too.”
There’s a long stretch of silence. My pulse thrums in my ears waiting for her to say something. Finally, she huffs and rolls her eyes. “Oh, give me a break, Evan.”
“I’m serious.”
“The fact that you would even try to lie to me is insulting.”
“Em, I’ve never fucked another girl.” She shifts in the bed like she’s going to get up, but I grab her shoulders and pin her down, lowering my face above hers. “I’m serious. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
I notice her jaw clench. Her nostrils flare. God, she’s getting pissed.
“I mean it. I couldn’t bring myself to be with anyone else because...” I swallow. I’m about as vulnerable as I’m ever going to be right now, but fuck it. “I’ve always been in love with you.”
Her expression passes from angry to confused to shocked then back to confused. Her chest rises on a deep swell. “Evan. Don’t...”
“I’ve been in love with you since the first time I met you on the playground and threw sand at you. You remember when I told you I loved you on your back porch? I meant it like this.” I brush my thumb over her lips before gently kissing them. “I love you, Em.”
Her silence causes my pulse to ratchet up higher and higher. How many lines are we going to cross today? Sex. Love...
“I love you, too.” She grabs my face, pulling my lips to hers in a kiss that quickly grows urgent.
I pull her against me, the full roundness of her tits against my chest making my dick grow. I fist her hair and she moans. Her fingers trail down my stomach to my cock. And then she freezes. Her touch is timid, uncertain, so I kiss her again and place my hand over hers, guiding it up and down. “I like this,” I say, before I slip my hand between her legs. I groan at how wet she is. Just touching her nearly makes me come. Her hand works over me for a second and I feel everything tense.
“Stop...” My hips buck. “Stop.” I grab her wrist and force her to hand to still. “It feels too good,” I say as I kiss my way down her body to her thighs. “You feel too good and I need this to last.”
Spreading her thighs, I sweep my tongue over her clit, unable to get enough of her taste.
I tease her. Slow and fast. Hard and soft. I take my time because I want her spiraling out of control.
After a few minutes, I have her grinding against my face. My dick aches to be inside her. But I want her to come. Right now.
Her breathing grows uneven, her movements go from fluid to frantic. She shudders when her thighs tense around my head on a moan. Fuck, I love the way she sounds when she comes.
I give her a second to recover, gently kissing over her thigh. “That was...” She takes a breath. “God...”
And then, she’s on her knees on the bed. My gaze trails over her tits, her tight, pink nipples, the perfect curve of her waist. It’s almost too much when I watch her take my cock and slowly slip it between her warm lips. I fight to keep my eyes from closing, because I want to watch her suck me off. It’s so innocent, but it’s so filthy.
When she takes me back into her throat, I fist her hair. “Damn, Em,” I say with a hiss. Her tongue circles around my shaft. I’m overwhelmed. I fuck her mouth, gripping her hair. There’s no delaying this any longer. I’m coming, and quick. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but it feels too good to care. Closing my eyes, the orgasm rips through me with a fury of moans. My muscles tense and twitch when she keeps sucking, swallowing back my come. “Fuck,” I growl right before she pulls me out of her mouth.
I drag my hand down my face, wiping the sweat away before pulling Emma to my chest. I kiss the top of her head, combing my hands through her tangled hair.
I’ve wanted this forever and there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting it go.
Chapter Twelve
Emma
Evan’s napping, and since I can’t stop stressing over what we’ve done, I decide to grab a quick shower.
The hot water provides relief to my tense muscles, but it does little to dull the soft ache between my legs. The thought that Evan has been there, that I’m sore because he’s had me—it makes my stomach turn in the most delightful way. My pulse skips, and I fight a smile. But just as soon as the elation of having Evan Drake washes over me, I wonder what happens if it ends?
Breakups are one thing. Breakups with someone who has been in your life since you can remember is something else entirely. I’d be devastated if I lost him.
By the time I finish my shower, my head is in a tailspin. I’m excited and scared, anxious. He says he loves me, but the one golden rule everyone knows is you don’t date your best friend.
When I step into his room, Evan’s on the bed with his laptop open. His brow furrows as his eyes drift over the screen. “This is screwed up,” he mumbles.
“What?” I plop down beside him. My stomach kinks when I see the auction email pulled up on his screen. It reminds me that I owe Winston, shit. My virginity? Too bad for him now. I can’t help but smirk a little about that. Then I see Daisy’s name and a jealous heat rushes through me. “Evan, why are you looking at that?”
“Because I bid on you, not Daisy. Your lot number was thirty-three, not eighteen. I remember that because thirty-three is your favorite number.”
My number was thirty-three and—“Wait, you bid on me?”
“Come
on, Em. You really think I would bid on Daisy?” He shakes his head. “Only you.” He rubs a hand over my thigh. “Only ever you.”
Swooning, I fight a grin. “So how did you end up with Daisy, and I end up with Wi—” My lips close in a tight line to keep the rest of his name from slipping out.
Worry flashes through Evan’s eyes. “Wi...?”
I clear my throat. “Without you.”
Evan glares at me, frowning, and nervous laugh bubbles through my lips. His cheeks grow red. His jaw ticks. He’s about to lose it.
“Winston won your bid?” Acid drips from his tone and he swipes a hand down his jaw. “That little shit.” His nostrils flare. I can practically see him thinking. “You’re just not going. It’s that simple.”
“Evan...” I start.
“The charity still gets the money, and I don’t go to jail for beating his ass.”
As easy as that sounds, I doubt Winston is the type of guy who will take no for an answer. “Evan, I don’t think it’s going to be that easy with him.”
“He’s not fucking touching you.” He forcibly grabs my chin between his fingers. “Because you are mine.”
* * *
Evan drops me off in front of the sorority house. My chest goes all fluttery when he revs the bike engine and pulls off. Evan Drake is mine. I am Evan Drake’s.
Just before I reach for the door, I hear a whistle. Against my better judgement, I turn around and find Winston making his way to the porch, a smart-ass grin spread across his face. “Emma...” he says, sarcastically sweet.
I sigh as he jogs up the porch steps. “What?”
“Is that any way to talk to the man who’s going to make you a woman?”
“Wow.” I roll my eyes and turn for the door. “You really know how to lay on the romance, don’t you?”
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