She slid her hand down between us, so her palm just barely brushed against my cock. “I can be quiet if you can.”
I groaned. “Syd, I don’t…” I sighed. “I don’t have protection.” And of course, Jubilee Falls didn’t exactly have a twenty-four hour shop I could just run to for condoms.
She frowned, the same face she always made when she was overthinking things.
“Hey… it doesn’t mean we can’t do stuff. It just means we’ll have to wait until Friday for sex.” I grinned as I rolled her onto her back and moved over her. “Definitely more kissing. Touching.” I ground down against her. “And making you come.”
Sydney wrapped her leg around me. “I’ve been on birth control for years, and I haven’t been with anyone in over six months. I’m clean.”
Oh, God. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? “Amanda and I always used condoms.” Not that there had been any sex in the past couple months. She’d always made an excuse or found a reason to leave just when things started to heat up. “I’ve been tested recently, too.”
She licked her lips and rocked against me. “Then I say we enjoy the kissing, and see where things lead?”
I didn’t need any more convincing. Pressing my lips to hers, I slid one hand under the hem of her tank top, working my way slowly up toward her breasts. I couldn’t get enough of feeling her bare skin and her writhing beneath me.
Sydney was less shy about it. Her hand slid between us and cupped me through my shorts as her tongue slid against my lower lip.
I groaned against her lips and met her tongue with my own, teasing, tasting. Sydney’s hips made small circles, the juncture between her thighs rubbing right against my hardon. I wrapped my hand around her breast, her nipple hardening. I pulled back and gripped the hem of her tiny tank top and pulled it up. She raised her arms and helped me. I stared down at her naked torso.
Was this real or was I going to wake up having come in my shorts with her fast asleep next to me?
Once her shirt was gone, the rest of our clothes came off in a tizzy.
She was stunning; my imagination had fallen short. Full, heavy breasts, curvy hips. Her black hair spread out on the pillow beneath her.
My fingers slid over her pussy, so wet and warm. I stifled a groan, trying to remember where we were. I didn’t need Sonia giving me shit for having sex in my high school bedroom. And I definitely didn’t need my parents coming in and finding us.
“Are you sure?” I asked again.
Sydney’s hand wrapped around my cock, guiding me toward her wet heat as she kissed me again. “Please,” she murmured. She released me once the head of my cock was snug against her entrance.
I pushed in slowly, trying to keep my bed from creaking, trying not to take her too fast. I tried to think of my basketball stats as I filled her, not wanting to blow my load too fast. I had dreamed about this for years; I wanted to take my time. As much as I could. Feeling her sheath me so tightly, her wet, hot pussy surrounding my dick, I was going to lose it if I didn’t regain some control.
Sydney made a sound that was half sigh, half whimper, as I filled her completely. Her legs wrapped around me, and she broke our kiss to look up at me. “God, you’re huge.”
I smirked and rocked my hips just a little, grinding down against her clit. “I’ve never done this, you know. Been bare inside someone.” It was indescribable, being this close to her, this connected. “You feel incredible.”
I pumped in and out of her slowly. Our eyes remained locked and I touched her every where I could. I hoped we would do this a lot more. I wanted her in every possible way, hard and rough, doggy-style, bent over my desk, and all the ways I could think up.
She bucked against me, pushing her hips against mine as she slid up and down on my shaft speeding us up, pushing us higher. “Roll over. I want to ride you.”
Gripping her hips, I rolled us, staying deep inside her as I settled on my back. Watching her hair cascade down around her shoulders, her tits bouncing, and seeing her straddling me…she was so hot.
Syd shifted a little, her palms pressed against my pecs as she looked down at me, smiling. And then, she started to move. Her hips rocked over mine, taking me deep over and over again.
I reached up and played with her breasts, teasing the nipples with my thumbs as I cupped the weighty globes. “You’re beautiful, Sydney.”
She leaned down and kissed me, pressing her palms to the pillow on either side of my head. “You’re just saying that because you’re balls deep inside me.”
I thrust up hard, making her bite her lip as she fought back a moan. “I’m saying it because it’s true. Getting to be inside you is just a bonus.”
She lifted her hips high and then slammed back down making us both groan.
I was too close now, and I wanted to see her come.
I gripped her hips, rolling us again so that I could thrust into her harder. “I want to see you come, Syd.”
She slipped her hand between us, toying with her clit as I fucked her as hard as I dared in my parents’ house. I cared a little less that the bed squeaked or that she was letting out little breathy moans. I wanted to hear her as much as I wanted to see her.
I could feel her start to clench around my cock, her pussy swelling around me as she neared climax.
“I need you to kiss me, Aaron. Or I’m going to scream your name and the whole house is going to know what we’re up to in here.”
I leaned down and kissed her hard, my tongue thrusting into her mouth and filling her like I filled her pussy with my cock, and she gripped the sheets beneath her as she arched up, moaning into my mouth as her body tightened in orgasm.
I groaned along with her as I continued to thrust a few more times before pulling out.
Birth control or not, I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant.
I started to reach down, to stroke myself to completion, but Sydney’s hand beat me to it. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, squeezing a little as she slid her hand up and down my cock.
I grunted against her mouth and murmured, “It’s going to be messy… I should just grab a sock or something.”
She squeezed a little harder. “You got me off. Let me do the same for you.”
I rolled onto my back, and Syd rolled with me, so that she was propped on her side, her hand still working my cock. I watched as she leaned down and slipped the tip of my dick into her mouth, teasing me with her tongue.
Sydney sucked hard, bobbing up and down quickly as she continued to stroke me.
With a grunt, I grabbed a pillow and bit into it, stifling my groans.
She pulled off and growled softly, “Come in my mouth, Aaron.”
Then, she was back at it, sucking and licking harder and rougher.
I couldn’t hold back. I came, spilling into her throat as she swallowed it down.
As she slowly pulled away and came back up to curl into my side, I couldn’t help but think there was no way I could go back to being friends with her now.
4
SYDNEY
Waking up, naked, in Aaron King’s bed didn’t feel real.
He was still fast asleep, his arm curled around my hip, holding me against him, with nothing but a sheet covering his lower half.
I slowly extricated myself from his arms and found my pajamas, dressing quickly before I grabbed clean clothes and my toiletries for a shower.
I needed to clear my head, to think about everything.
And I needed to wash off the smell of hot, sweaty sex. Mostly because all I wanted to do was roll over in his arms and demand he take me again. And I didn’t want to risk some sort of morning after awkwardness or have his family see the evidence of what happened between us.
Aaron and I had sex. Really good, really hot sex. Without a condom.
Part of me was mortified. I should’ve been smarter, more responsible. Birth control wasn’t completely effective. I was pre-med, damn it. I knew better than to just have sex without protection.
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br /> But it felt incredible. And it didn’t feel like a risk. It felt like something we should’ve been doing for years, not just for the first time.
I certainly couldn’t deny it happened, either. The man was huge, and the slight tenderness from his big, thick cock filling me up was more than enough proof that I hadn’t imagined the whole thing in a kinky wet dream.
After I was showered and dressed, my hair still wet but presentable in a braid over one shoulder, I headed downstairs, in the hopes of coffee, and maybe a chance to help with the meal prep. Even if I was a guest, I hated the idea of Mrs. King having to put in all the effort for the meal alone.
“Sydney, I didn’t think you’d be up yet.” Mrs. King was at the stove, making something that smelled better than any breakfast ever served in the Park house. “I’m guessing Aaron’s still in bed?”
“Yeah. I’ve always been an early riser. Can I help with anything?”
She shook her head. “Coffee’s warm, if you need a cup, or I can put the kettle on if you prefer tea. Aaron hasn’t told us much about what you like.”
“Coffee’s great.” I grabbed a mug from the cabinet she gestured to and poured a cup. “Do you have milk or creamer?”
“Both.” She wiped her hands on her apron, and moved toward the fridge, but stopped as the doorbell rang. “That’s probably Aaron’s aunt and uncle. Help yourself.”
I got up to do just that, but I froze when I heard a familiar voice coming from the foyer.
Amanda.
“Hi. I’m Amanda, Aaron’s girlfriend. Is he here? Probably not awake yet, huh?”
Shit.
I set my coffee mug on the table and ran for the stairs.
Aaron was just getting up. Part of him was definitely awake. But not the part I needed to be focused on.
“Dude! Amanda’s here. Get dressed, now. This is a major Madonna situation!”
Aaron cursed out loud and grabbed jeans and a sweater. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what your mom’s going to be asking.” I shook my head. “You told me it was over.”
“It was. It is. Syd…”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear it right now, Aaron. We can talk later. Right now, you have to go deal with her.” I shoved him toward the stairs even though he hadn’t gotten his sweater on yet.
As he headed downstairs, I looked at the rumpled mess of sheets and the discarded clothes still strewn around his room from the night before. It felt like a dream, but the evidence was everywhere.
Worry tugged at my mouth. Were they still together? Amanda must have thought so, if she came all the way to Jubilee Falls. And if they were, what the hell did that mean for me?
I moved to the top of the stairs but didn’t go down as I heard Amanda’s voice in the foyer.
“Sydney? Oh, no, they’re not dating. She’s his lab partner. Sometimes they play video games. I don’t even think she’s into guys.”
“Amanda, what are you doing here?”
“You invited me, Aaron. Remember?” Amanda replied sounding haughty and annoyed.
Come on, Aaron. Defend me. Kick her out. Something.
“Aaron, what’s going on? Are you cheating on one of your girlfriends?” Mrs. King asked.
“Mom, I can explain…” Yes! “Sydney’s my best friend. I’ve been dating Amanda for the last six months. She was who I was supposed to bring this weekend.”
“Then why did you bring Sydney?”
Amanda piped in. “This is my fault, Mrs. King. You see your son was so excited to bring me and introduce me to everyone, but I’m embarrassed to say, I freaked out a little. It’s a big move meeting the family. I backed out at the last minute. Sydney doesn’t have much of a life. I’m sure Aaron was just trying to save face when he brought her instead.”
Nothing. He wasn’t saying anything.
No. No, no, no. I turned and headed back into Aaron’s room, grabbing everything that belonged to me so that I could throw it into my duffle bag as quickly as possible.
Did he still want her? He certainly hadn’t kicked her out, or said it was over between them.
He said we were best friends. After everything, was that it?
I couldn’t just be friends with him anymore. Not after what happened last night.
By the time I was packed, I couldn’t hear them anymore, but I didn’t want to know. He should’ve been back in the room kissing me and reassuring me he’d sent her packing.
I tip-toed down the stairs and headed for the front door. I heard their voices from the living room. I slipped out of the front door, into the strange town of Jubilee Falls, where I didn’t know anyone except my backstabbing best friend.
Luckily, the town was approximately the size of a postage stamp, and it didn’t take long to stumble across Fairy Wings Bed and Breakfast.
I just needed somewhere to think, somewhere I could figure a few things out. Things like how to get back to Omaha. And how to rearrange my schedule so that I wouldn’t have to see Aaron every day, in almost every class, because we were in the same program.
It would probably take all the savings I had, but if I could just get out of this town, maybe I could start to separate myself from Aaron King so by the time I ran into him, I could be indifferent to his stupid face.
“Welcome to our B&B. I’m Tammy, and this is my husband, Kirk. Do you have a reservation?”
“Um, no. But my Thanksgiving plans just sort of blew up in my face. I’m hoping you have a room.”
“Of course.” Tammy started typing on the computer. “How many nights? And for you, or will someone be joining you?”
“Just me. I guess at least for tonight. Can we play it by ear?” I still had to figure out how to get back to Omaha, and I doubted a cab would be cheap. If there were even cabs that went that far, in a place like this.
“Sure. Christmas is the holiday we’re all booked up for. I’ll just need a credit card to put on file.” She turned to Kirk. “Can you take her bags up to room seven? And let the kitchen know we’ll have one more for Thanksgiving.”
Oh, God, that was just what I needed—to be surrounded by strangers for a holiday meal. But I’d have to eat sometime.
Tammy took my information and my credit card, and then I followed Kirk up the stairs to my room, feeling sorry for myself. Feeling like I’d just blown the best relationship I’d ever had, and we weren’t even dating.
5
AARON
“Amanda, what are you doing here?”
“You invited me, Aaron. Remember?”
She had the nerve to sound irritated with me?
“Aaron, what’s going on? Are you cheating on one of your girlfriends?” My mom asked.
“Mom, I can explain…” I wasn’t ready for this. I hadn’t planned an excuse or a reason. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I went with the truth. “Sydney’s my best friend. I’ve been dating Amanda for the last six months. She was who I was supposed to bring this weekend.”
“Then why did you bring Sydney?”
Amanda jumped in before I could. “This is my fault, Mrs. King. You see your son was so excited to bring me and introduce me to everyone, but I’m embarrassed to say, I freaked out a little. It’s a big move meeting the family. I backed out at the last minute. Sydney doesn’t have much of a life. I’m sure Aaron was just trying to save face when he brought her instead.”
“No, that’s not what happened.” I glanced at my mom, and then toward the stairs. “Why don’t we take this into the living room? Sonia and Andi are still sleeping. I don’t think they need to be woken up with this.”
Mom looked at me curiously, and I took a deep breath before saying, “Mom, can you give me and Amanda a minute?”
“Sure. Take your time, I’ve got plenty of cooking that needs to be done. Will we… need another plate?”
“No, we won’t.” I pushed Amanda toward the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped.
“Come on, Aaron. It’s Thanksgiving. Can’t we just have a nice dinner with your family, and talk about this tomorrow?”
“You’re not staying. You broke up with me.”
“No, I didn’t. I just needed a little time.” She moved close to me, her arms outstretched like she was going to hug me. “I made a mistake, Aaron.”
“No. I made a mistake dating you. Leave, Amanda.”
“Is this because of Sydney Park? That little lesbian video game bitch who hangs around you like a lost puppy?”
“You got a problem with lesbians?” Andi’s voice drew both our attentions to the entryway to the living room. “Aaron asked you to leave. And he might be too polite to make you, but I’m not opposed to breaking your face on the way out the door.”
Amanda scoffed, “No one invited you to this conversation. Aaron will protect me.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and grinned maliciously. “Andi, would you like to escort this woman back to her car with as much force as you deem necessary?”
Andi smirked and cracked her knuckles. “I’d be happy to.”
Amanda held up her hands and scowled. “Fine. I’m leaving. But don’t think you can be done with me this easily, Aaron.”
I rolled my eyes as she stormed out, slamming the front door on her way, with no regard for anyone else in the house.
“Thanks, Andi. Sorry about her.”
“You don’t need to apologize for her. Whatever is going on with you and Sydney, I hope you fix it with her. Because that woman is horrible, and you deserve way better.”
“Thank you. There’s pastries and coffee in the kitchen. I’ve got to go talk to Sydney.”
“Sydney’s gone.”
I froze. “What?”
“I saw her take off a few minutes ago. I wasn’t trying to interrupt anything, but it sounded like she wasn’t exactly welcome. And I didn’t like what was coming out of her mouth.”
“Shit. I have to go find Syd. But when I come back, I’m making you whatever you want for breakfast.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “Just go find your girl.”
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