I text her back.
Colby: I’m going to be honest, Sage. I’m fucking horny as shit right now, and if you come over here, I’m not going to be able to hold back. I want you, bad.
I press send and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping and praying at the off chance she might be ready and comes knocking at my door.
As I wait for her response, I slowly start to fist my cock, putting pressure at the base. Fuck, that feels good. Just the feel of my hand gripping my shaft eases some of my tension.
I consider grabbing some lotion when there is a knock at my door. My eyes fly open, my pulse skyrocketing to a mile a minute. She came?
I hop out of bed, slip a pair of shorts over my erection, not hiding it very well, but right now, who gives a fuck? Sage is going to see it at some point. I fly down my stairs and whip the door open, my chest heaving, my excitement bubbling over.
Until I see Ryan standing at the door in her tank top and shorts. “I locked myself out of my apartment and the leasing office is closed.” She dances on her feet. “It’s cold, can I stay here for the night?”
Fuck.
My cock is hard as a rock, practically saluting Ryan at the door. For a second I think she’s not going to notice . . . until her eyes glance down, widening from the sight in front of her. Smiling, she looks at me and says, “Who knew you would be that excited to see me?”
“Shut up and get the fuck in the house,” I answer, scooting her in, shutting the door, and grabbing a pillow from one of my couches to cover my crotch. “You can have the guest room.” I walk up the stairs with her following closely behind.
“Am I interrupting you and Sage? I can find a hotel.”
“Sage isn’t here.”
It takes her a second but then she says, “Ohhh, having some personal time?”
I stop in front of the guest room and point inside. “This is you. Everything is in the bathroom across the hall. I’m going to bed.”
She giggles and says, “Thank you, Colby. And sorry about barging in.”
“Let’s forget this happened.”
She holds her hands up. “Forgotten.”
Not even bidding her a goodnight or asking her any questions about how she locked her keys in her apartment, I go to my room and shut the door, tossing the pillow to the ground and leaning against the door, letting out a long breath, willing my dick to calm down.
I count to ten, twice, and once I feel better—the tension coiled at the base of my cock has eased—I move toward my bed just as I think about Ryan not having anything to wear to bed.
Because I don’t want her wandering around the house naked, I pull a T-shirt and a pair of shorts from my dresser and make my way toward the guest room . . . where I find Ryan in the middle of the room wearing only her bra and thong.
The lingerie is see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Fucking hell.
Hard nipples.
Round ass.
Smooth skin.
Hot-as-all-fuck body I’ve tasted.
Devoured.
Christ.
I shield my eyes and hold out the clothes. “Thought you would like something to sleep in.”
“Oh, thank you.” I hear her pad across the room to collect the articles of clothing. “You know you’ve seen it all before, Colby. You’ve actually licked it all, so you don’t have to shield your eyes.”
I do. I really do. Not because I’m tempted, but out of respect for my girlfriend. And because I think if I take another look, I might come in my pants. That’s how insanely hard I am.
I really need fucking sex. Bad.
Not responding, I back away once she has the clothes and say, “Have a good night, Ryan.”
Knock. Knock.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Not right now.
Please let it be anyone but Sage. Please, for the love of God, let it be Rowdy or even Colt, or Bent. Anyone but Sage.
Painfully I make my way toward the door, grabbing another pillow to shield my crotch once again.
On a deep breath, I open the door.
Sage.
Of course. Why wouldn’t she come over now? And what the hell is she wearing? Some kind of trench coat? Christ, is she naked under that thing? And I thought I couldn’t get any harder.
Shit.
Shit. Shit.
Fuck . . . Ryan’s . . .
“Sage.” My voice cracks. This could look so bad . . .
This looks so bad.
Hard-on.
Practically naked woman in my house.
Not answering her text right away.
Telling her to stay away.
Yup, this is really bad.
“Wh-what are you doing here?”
“I don’t know, feeling a little wild,” she answers, a shakiness to her voice. Hell, she’s nervous. This is so not good. “Can I come in?”
Don’t look behind you; that will seem suspicious and you did nothing wrong. Be honest.
I’m about to answer when Ryan comes down the stairs, asking, “Do you have a pair of boxer briefs I can wear? These shorts are pretty big.” She pauses when she sees Sage standing at the door.
For the love of God, please let Ryan be wearing the shorts, please let her be wearing the shorts.
When I take in Sage’s reaction, I know immediately there are no shorts on the woman behind me.
Hell.
“Sage, oh my God,” Ryan quickly says. “This is so not what it looks like. Please don’t get upset.” Ryan starts rambling about her apartment, how she tried calling Leah but she wasn’t answering, so I was her last resort before a hotel. “I don’t know why I’m not wearing the shorts. That was stupid of me. I’m tired, and so used to not caring about what I wear that I was thoughtless, really, I’m so sorry. I’ll, uh, I’ll just get out of here and go get a hotel. I’m sorry.”
Ryan starts to back away when Sage says, “Stop. It’s fine, Ryan. I know you wouldn’t do anything like that to me or to Colby. You’re a good friend.” What the fuck? Sage is . . . okay with this? Not worried . . . “Stay, I just came over to give Colby something, that’s all.” She did?
“No, it’s okay, really. I can leave.”
“It’s fine, Ryan. Really. Don’t worry about it. If Colby said you can stay the night, then it’s okay with me.”
“Okay,” Ryan answers awkwardly. “Um, well, I’m just going to walk backward up the stairs so you guys don’t see my ass. These shorts are fine. I’ll deal. Have a good night, you two.” She gives us a quick wave before making her way up the stairs, backward of course.
The minute the click of her door shutting sounds through the house, I begin apologizing. “Sage, I’m so sorry—”
She presses her finger against my mouth and scoots into the house, shutting the door behind her. Taking my hand in hers, she leads me to the downstairs bathroom where she shoves me in and shuts the door.
Eh, okay.
She pushes me against the counter and takes the pillow away from my grasp, placing it on the ground between us.
Raising her eyes to mine, she takes a deep breath and undoes the tie to her coat revealing her lithe body encased in a white lace bra and panties. The coat drops to the floor. She looks like an angel. There is no sign of tan marks on her smooth, porcelain skin, her breasts are a small handful, but sexy as shit in her white lace bra, the cups short and barely covering her nipples. And her stomach, flat and toned, leading down to her white lace panties. My dick grows exponentially harder with the thought of what she would look like naked.
Her white blonde hair falls past her shoulders, and her dark brown eyes look up at me—a hint of trepidation hidden in them—and that’s when all sense is knocked back into me.
“Sage, what are you doing?”
“Taking this relationship forward.”
“You don’t need to do that. I don’t want you to take one giant step forward when you’re not ready.” Especially when Ryan is upstairs.
I take her hand in m
ine and tug her against my body. Her hand falls to my chest where she quietly grazes her fingers over my bare skin.
“I want this too, Colby.”
“Then why do you seem unsure?” I ask, cupping her face.
“I’m not unsure, just nervous.”
I bring my lips to her forehead. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, Sage. And you don’t have to do this right now, especially in the downstairs bathroom of my house. This isn’t how I envisioned our first time together.”
“No?” She chuckles. “Because this is how I envisioned it—you turned on, me wearing white lace. Why does the location matter?”
“Location matters, Sage, and I’m not about to have sex with you in a bathroom.”
Slowly her eyes lift to mine, and the side of her lips tip up. “Who said anything about sex?”
Before I can answer her, she drops to her knees, using the pillow as protection from the cold tile floor and brings her fingers to the waistband of my shorts.
I suck in a sharp breath, my cock relentlessly growing once again, showing easily through the thin fabric. There is no stopping or hiding it for that matter.
I’m turned on as hell with the image in front of me: Sage on her knees, lips wet, eagerness in her eyes. Shit. I don’t know how much resolve I’m going to have when it comes to this woman being inches from my cock.
Gripping the counter behind me, I barely squeak out my next word. “Sage . . .”
That’s it. That’s all I have.
It does nothing to stop her. She hooks her fingers into my shorts and pulls them down my legs, revealing my erection, the cold air feeling good against my heated body.
Gliding her hands up my toned thighs, she stares at my cock as she says, “You’re so big, Colby.”
And I’m going to be even bigger the minute she puts her mouth on me.
Pre-cum covers the head of my cock from having her this damn close, from seeing her in her lingerie, and from watching the way she carefully licks her lips.
“I’m not very good at this . . .”
“No one can be bad at it,” I say, feeling like an insensitive prick, but with every little breath she takes, my cock grows harder. Mustering something a little more sensitive, I say, “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
She brings her hands higher up my thighs, her tentativeness just about killing me, and when her hand connects with my cock, I nearly shoot my hips forward from the contact.
“So big,” she mumbles, moving her hand over the pre-cum and working it up and down my length.
Leaning forward, she licks her lips and I hold my damn breath, all my attention and feeling drawn to the center of my body, waiting for that one little touch.
Her pretty pink lips spread and her tongue peeks out. Jesus Christ, she’s going at a snail’s pace, but because I don’t want to make this a bad experience for her, I stay still, letting her take her time. Meanwhile, I’m fighting a war against myself inside. My orgasm is building at the base of my spine, and she hasn’t even done anything.
But the way her breath passes over my cock, to the shaky grip she has on me, I’m ready to pump a few times and call it a night.
I press my lips together, trying to avoid shouting at her out of pure desperation. I need release, so fucking bad. If neither Sage nor Ryan had come over tonight, I would have already yanked one out and gone to bed.
And even though Sage is here, the real deal, tongue about to lick my shaft, I’m so fucking impatient that this is pure torture.
I count to ten, breathing with each count, hoping and praying that she lowers her mouth soon.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Her tongue presses against the underside of my cock and drags up to the tip, pressing at the head, swirling, around and around.
Holy fuck. My eyes widen, my hips accidentally thrust forward, the tension in my body immediately settling into the pit of my stomach where it builds with each swipe of her tongue.
One of her hands tugs gently on my balls and that’s my undoing. I suck in a sharp breath just as she brings the entire head of my cock into her mouth and sucks hard.
“Fuck,” I grumble, eyes shut, my legs going numb, my impending orgasm at the precipice of taking me over. “Fucking hell, Sage.” My hips move forward, her hand squeezes, her tongue swirls. “Christ,” I let out another long breath just before she squeezes my balls, sending my hips into a frenzy. “Shit, I’m going to come.”
Stepping out of her reach, I turn away and place my hand on my cock to start pumping when she stands behind me and stops me. She presses a kiss against my back and then moves my hand away. “Let me,” she says right before gripping my cock hard. She pumps—relentlessly—and her lips trail kisses up and down my skin. The feel of her soft breasts against my back . . . it’s, God, so good. I want my mouth on them. I want to fuck them. Her smooth hands moving up and down my cock. Oh fuck . . . so hot. Her lips, which were just on my cock . . . And then I’m coming. My orgasm tears through me like a tidal wave, sending me into a state of bliss.
I rest my hand against the counter, holding myself up for support. I can hear Sage move around me, but am slow to notice she has her coat back on until she’s standing in front of me, a huge smile on her face.
Standing on her toes, she kisses my lips softly and says, “I’m going to head back.”
“But . . . I need to take care of you.” I have to catch my breath.
She shakes her head. “No, I want my first orgasm to be in your bed.”
I chuckle. “I thought the room didn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t, but it’s what I want. Night, Colby.” She presses another kiss to my lips.
And before I can gather enough strength to stop her, she’s out the door, leaving me completely sated . . . for now.
* * *
Casually, Ryan comes trailing into the kitchen, wearing her outfit from last night, her hair a bit of a mess, and last night’s makeup still on her face. She smiles at me, struts to the coffee maker, and pours herself a cup with the mug I left out for her.
She leans against the counter, a smile on her face. “So, tell me about last night.”
“What about it?” I ask, keeping my eyes trained on my phone, reading about the news, or at least trying to.
“Oh, come on. The girl was dressed in a trench coat and she had lady-on-the-prowl in her eyes.”
“She did not.”
“She soooo did. And even though you like to think this house is soundproof, it’s not, so I totally heard your orgasm sounds.”
“How do you know—” I stop myself, stupid question. “I stubbed my toe, that’s what you heard.”
She tilts her head back and laughs while helping herself up on the counter, feet dangling, mug halfway to her mouth, where she blows on the hot liquid. “Be straight with me, Colby.”
Relenting, I set my phone down and sit back in my chair. “We might have done something in the bathroom.”
“Yeah, now we’re talking.” She nods her head. “Tell me all about it.” What the fuck?
“No.”
She points her finger at me. “Oh no, you don’t. Don’t you dare start pulling that annoying one-worded answer shit on me.”
“I’m not going to give you the details.”
“Why not?”
“Out of respect for Sage.”
She rolls her eyes. “Come on, if I was a guy you totally would have told me by now. Just picture me with a penis and tell me.”
I wince. “Not an image I want to conjure up, Ryan.”
“Just tell me,” she replies exasperated. “Or I’m going to start guessing, and I have some wild thoughts in my head.”
“Christ, please don’t. She just . . . you know . . .” I let out an embarrassed sigh. Why is this so damn hard? “She . . . blew me.” The words slip off my tongue, feeling so fucking awkward that I run my hand down my face, unable to look Ryan in the eyes.
“Nice.” She nods. “Good for Sage. Coming over here and taking what she wants. Props to your girl.”
“You don’t think this is weird? Talking about this stuff?”
“Why? Because we’ve had sex?” She dismissively waves her hand. “Not even a little. We’re adults and friends, and what we did in the past means nothing. I’d rather focus on now and you know . . .” She bites her bottom lip, looking shy. “I’d rather focus on our friendship.”
My brow lifts. “Friendship?”
“Don’t make fun of me. I can see it in your eyes. I don’t have any friends here really. Leah is cool, but she’s all tied up with this Tyler guy she’s seeing, and the other girls who are part of the show kind of put me in the wrong headspace. I need some healthy relationships.”
Wrong headspace? What’s that about? I want to ask her, I want her to elaborate but then again, now might not be the time.
Continuing, she says, “And you know we do have fun together.”
“Do we?”
Taking a sip of her coffee, she hops off the counter and sits at the table, stealing a sliced apple from my plate, making herself right at home. And I don’t mind it. For some reason, it almost feels right, like Ryan is supposed to be here in my house right now, proposing friendship and eating my food, like everything we’ve been through leading to this moment was the culmination of starting a new friendship, one I can see lasting a really long time.
“You know we do. Remember our trip up Pikes Peak? That was a good time. We could have more fun moments like that, strictly platonic of course.”
“Obviously.”
She’s silent for a second before showing a hint of vulnerability. “I need someone I can count on, Colby. You were that person last night, and I’m super grateful for it. I know your schedule is crazy and you’re dating Sage, so what spare time you have is for her, but if you can carve out maybe a little time to at least talk, that would be cool.”
And just like that, I know I’ll be able to keep my promise. What Ryan asked took courage, and if she has the guts to put herself out there—ask for friendship—there is no uncertainty in my mind. I like her. I like her a lot, and I know she is someone I want in my corner too. My fearless, crazy friend. I will always be her rock.
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