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  I’m going to have sex with my best friend!

  He stops walking and angles his head. His gorgeous blue eyes move over my face. “Second thoughts?” he asks, like he can read my mind, which he probably can. No one knows me quite the way he does.

  I take one quick minute to think about it, then shake my head. “No. I want this.” Not only do I want to know what I’ve been missing out on, I want Luke’s hands on my body, his cock inside me. It’s insane really, considering we’ve known each other forever, and have always stayed within the friend zone. But ever since we watched porn, and he put the idea of sex in my head, I can’t get it out. I’m pretty sure, the only way to move past this, and save the friendship, is to climb between the sheets with him. It’s the only way I can get sex with him out of my brain. I’m sure come tomorrow I’ll be back to normal, with a better understanding of how a guy should rock my world between the sheets. I take a breath and let it out slowly. Okay, girl, you’ve got this. I’m about to lay on the bed when I notice Luke hasn’t moved. “Wait, do you still want to do this?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he says, and the amount of relief I feel is a little bit crazy. His gaze rakes over me possessively as he kicks one leg out to set himself back into motion, stalking toward me like a man on a mission. When it comes right down to it, I guess he is. I take in his beautiful body, his impressive cock, and an unfamiliar, tingly heat races through my veins, settles deep between my quivering legs. If I don’t soon sit, I’m going to fall.

  “On the bed,” he commands, in a tone I’ve never heard him use with me before. “Legs open, hands grabbing those slats.” He gestures toward the headboard and my body vibrates. Sex has always been vanilla, but something tells me this man likes a little kink.

  I let my towel slide down my body, and my heart crashes against my ribs as I settle myself on the bed, and spread my thighs for him. Without ever taking his eyes off my body, he walks around me, picks up his champagne glass and takes a sip. Desperate for him to touch me, do something, anything, I widen my legs more, and my pussy lips spread.

  “Mmm,” he says, his gaze latching on to my sex. “Such a pretty shade of pink.”

  “Luke,” I growl.

  “Yeah,” he says lazily, but I can sense his urgency. He’s trying to take this slow. While I appreciate that he’s deliberately unhurried for my sake, there is a desperate sort of need taking up residence between my legs

  “Please…”

  “You want my cock, Katee?” He arches a brow, and the corner of his mouth turns up in a playful smile. My God, he’s the hottest guy on the planet. I mean, I always thought he was good looking, but this feral energy he’s exuding—this alpha side of him—it’s messing with me in the strangest ways. It must be some kind of chemical imbalance from watching porn and thinking about sex for the last twenty-four hours. “You want me to fuck that sweet pussy you have on display for me?”

  “Yesss,” I hiss at his delicious dirty talk. “I want your cock in me. I want you to make me scream.”

  He falters for a brief second, and I kind of like that I can mess with this calm façade he’s trying so hard to present. He pulls himself up to his full height, and I’m impressed at how fast he gathers himself, and starts moving around me again. Warm fingers touch my thigh, a soft caress as he slides his big hand between my legs.

  “I might want to fuck you with my fingers and mouth first,” he says. “I want you wet and hot and begging for my cock.” He lightly strokes my sex, prolonging the foreplay, and I cry out as my clit throbs. “Are you hurting for it, Katee?” he asks as he inserts a finger, and just holds it there, unmoving.

  “Yes.” I move my hips, shake my body, anything to get him to move his finger already.

  “You still think I can’t make you come?”

  “No. I’m already close.”

  His chuckle vibrates through me, but he’s not as in control as he’d like me to believe. There’s a needy tremor in his tone, a slight shake to his hands as he touches me.

  “So nice and wet,” he says, and I lift my hips when he pulls his finger out. He brings it to his mouth, and sucks on it.

  “Motherfucker,” he murmurers. “I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.”

  I grip the slats tighter. “When do I get to taste?” I ask, just to provoke a reaction from him.

  He falters slightly again, and I keep the smile from my face. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you a taste later. Right now, all this sweet juice is just for me. I’m not into sharing just yet.”

  “Such a greedy guy.”

  “Oh, you have no idea,” he says, and slides his finger back into me, instantly finding the magical bundle of nerves that has always mysteriously eluded every other guy.

  “I can be greedy too,” I say and move my hips as he fucks me with his finger.

  He cocks a brow. “I’ve never know you to be greedy, Katee.”

  I glance at his cock. “After I give you a porn star blow job, I want all your cum.”

  “Fuck,” he says on a shaky breath, and I bite my bottom lip, loving that I can rattle him like this, and surprised that I find it so easy to talk dirty to him. Never before have I been able to do that, not without fearing I’d sound silly, or that my partner would laugh at me. But Luke, he’s not laughing. Oh no, he’s not laughing at all. He grips his cock again, and as he strokes, little tremors tug at my sex. Jesus, he’s seriously going to bring me to orgasm without even trying.

  “Your turn, Katee Kat.”

  I chuckle at the nickname. He hasn’t called me that in years. I slide one hand down my body, feeling the dampness in my trimmed pubic hair. Cripes, the only time I ever get this wet is when I’m alone and using lubricant.

  “Show me what you like. Show me how you like to touch that hot little cunt of yours.”

  Oh, God!

  I run my finger over my clit, slow at first, until it’s all swollen and sensitive, then I dip a finger inside my sex, and press into my palm. I lift my hips, rotate them, and let loose a needy moan that seems to do something to Luke. As my muscles clench, I become fully aware that I’m masturbating in front of Luke. Heck, I’ve never touched myself in front of a guy before, and usually have sex with the lights off. By rights, I should be embarrassed, or at least self-conscious, but oddly enough I’m not. This isn’t any old guy I’m with. This is Luke. A guy who has always been there for me, done everything for me. Why shouldn’t he be the first to give me an orgasm? Show me what I’ve been missing out on in the bedroom.

  “Stop,” he commands in a low, tortured voice. His nostrils flare, but I don’t take my hand away. No, I continue to play with myself and his breathing changes, becomes labored.

  “What part of stop didn’t you understand?” he asks through clenched teeth, and I have to say, I seriously love this side of him.

  “It just feels so good.”

  “Not as good as I’m going to make you feel.”

  He climbs onto the bed and falls over me, taking my hand from between my legs and replacing it with his own. “This,” he says, giving my sex a squeeze. “This is all mine now. Got it?”

  “Got it,” I say, my entire body on hyperdrive, so damn anxious for him to do all the dirty thing things he’s promised. Who knew I’d like a filthy-talking hockey player, or that I’d want to talk dirty right back to him? Here I was always a little self-conscious about myself in bed. Body image issues left over from my youth. But with him, I’m anything but. Probably because he’s the guy who always made me feel better about myself, despite my size, and my dyslexia. The question is, will I be so free with the next guy I date? Or am I only able to let go with my best friend?

  “You’re going to want to hold on,” he says pulling my thoughts back as he gestures to the slats. “This might get a little rough.” His mouth closes over mine, and I taste the champagne on his tongue as I grip the headboard. I move beneath him, writhe like a needy woman, letting him know exactly how he’s making me feel.

  “That’s it, Katee Kat, moan fo
r me, show me how much you like it.”

  He angles his head, pressing his lips harder against mine. My God, the man is a good kisser. I grip the slats as he devours me, his tongue sliding over my lips and tasting my mouth with heated eagerness.

  “This mouth,” he says, putting his finger inside it. “I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.” I make a move to sit up, give him what he wants, but he stops me. “No, no, Katee Kat. It’s not like that,” he murmurs his breath hot on my skin. “It should never be like that.”

  “Like what?” I ask.

  “It’s ladies first, sweetheart. I don’t ever want you with an asshole who doesn’t understand that, okay?”

  I swallow. Hard. “I’ve never been with a guy like that.”

  “That’s because you’ve never been with the right guy.”

  Is Luke the right guy?

  Oh, shit what am I saying. Of course he’s the right guy. He’s just not my guy.

  He mouth closes over mine again, and his lips linger for a second. The next thing I know he’s pressing open mouth kisses to my neck, and my pulse jumps beneath his lips.

  “I want to touch you,” I murmur.

  “Soon,” he says. “Soon you’re going to be on your knees, and I’m going to feed you my cock, but right now, it’s my turn. I want to touch and kiss every damn inch of you.”

  Soft mewling sounds escape my throat, because yeah, I want that too. He goes lower, and his hard cock presses against my leg. His hot mouth closes around one nipple as his hand goes to the other. “These nipples,” he whispers against my skin. He pinches one and I yelp. “Look how needy they are for my mouth.” I lift my head as he brushes the soft blade of his tongue over my turgid nipple, and it swells even more beneath his ministrations. “Perfect size, perfect taste,” he says and drags one between his teeth. He rolls it around, until pleasure and pain merge, but goddammit, I like it. I like it a lot. Luke needs to know that. I need to tell him.

  “Harder,” I say, and he pauses for a second. “Luke, please.” He clamps down again, and I cry out, pleasure zinging through my body. He licks my nub, a soft caress, and then his mouth goes to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. Honest to God, who knew I’d like a little pain in the bedroom?

  He moves down my body, until his mouth is inches from my quivering sex. He kisses my stomach, lingers on my belly button. By now I’m panting, my mouth so damn dry it’s hard to swallow.

  “You okay?” he asks, when I choke a bit.

  “Throat is dry,” I murmur. “I’m going to need your cum.”

  “Jesus, fuck, Katee. You say shit like that to me and I’m going to come before I ever get inside you.”

  He grabs the champagne glass, and I lift my head as he gives me a small drink. Instead of placing it back on the nightstand, he dips his finger in and rolls it over my nipples. The tiny bubbles burst on my body, and I nearly freaking orgasm when he bends and licks me clean. He pours a bit of the bubby on my stomach and it pools in my belly button.

  “Body shots,” he murmurs and drinks from my body. He dips his finger in again, and brushes the champagne over my clit, and I nearly levitate off the bed.

  “Yes…” I cry out.

  “So fucking responsive,” he says and finishes the champagne in the glass. He sets it aside, roughly grips my thighs and spreads me more. “This hot little cunt,” he says, and strokes my clit. “So wet and tight, I’m afraid once I get my cock in here, I might just destroy you.”

  I whimper. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

  At least I think I can. I’ve never been with a guy his size before, a guy who looks like he’s going to eat me alive. Dammit, I can’t wait.

  “Yeah, but I’m going to fill you with all my cum, and the porn star blow job will have to wait.”

  I groan but it turns into a moan when he licks me from bottom to top. “You want my cum in here?” he asks, and inserts a thick finger. I toss my head to the side, and moan. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  His mouth closes over my sex, and he eats me, devours me, his finger working miracles inside me. I move my hips, show him what he’s doing to me. “You like me fucking you with my finger?”

  “Luke…”

  “Take one hand off the slats, and show me.” I remove one hand and press it to his head, guiding his mouth back to my clit. He chuckles, his hot breath centered on my clit. I buck against his mouth, grind shamelessly. Pleasure races through me, centers between my legs. He slides another thick finger into me, and I cry out, as every nerve fires. He finds a rhythm with his fingers, and his lazy licks become firmer, the pressure on my clit taking me to the precipice.

  “Luke,” I cry out. “I’m…ohmigod, Luke…” My body explodes from pleasure, soaking his hand and mouth. He stays between my legs, lapping up all my juices, drinking me in and moaning like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

  My body vibrates, clenches, and I think I might have torn a few muscles, but oh my God, it was worth it. Never have I come so hard before, with such intensity.

  He goes back on his heels, and wipes the moisture form his face. There is a small, satisfied grin on his mouth. “That, my little Katee Kat, is how it’s supposed to be done. Every fucking time.”

  “Jesus, I’ve been missing out.”

  “So have I,” he says so low that I’m not sure I heard him right. I’m about to ask until I see how swollen his cock is. Poor guy needs some attention, too. I sit up, take him into my hands, and stroke. His hips jerk, and I lean forward, take him into my mouth.

  “Katee, fuck. We can’t. I’ll blow a load down your throat and I seriously need to put my cock in you.”

  “But I want to taste you,” I say, even though I like the idea of his cock inside me.

  “Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you can get down on your knees and suck me all day. Right now, I want your pussy back on display for me.”

  We’re going to do this again tomorrow? I mull that over for a second, not sure it’s a great idea. Not that I don’t love what we’re doing. I do. But damn, he might just ruin me for any other guy.

  “Now, Katee. On the bed, and spread for me.”

  I fall back and open my legs. “Is this how you like to fuck, Luke?”

  “For now, we’re going to fuck this way.” He pets my sex, soothing little strokes to prepare me for his girth. “But I’m going to take you in every fucking position. Under me, on top of me, on your knees, and even up against the wall.”

  “Oh,” I say. “I’ve only done missionary.”

  “And that’s why we’re going to do it all. How else will you know what you like?”

  “True.”

  He slides off the bed, and I instantly miss his heat. “What are you doing?”

  “Condom,” he says and fishes one from his bag. He comes back to the bed, and settles on his knees between my spread legs.

  I don’t take my eyes off him as he tears into it and sheathes himself. Once done, he taps my ass. “Lift.”

  Not sure what he’s up to I lift my hips and he slides a pillow underneath me.

  “Oh,” I say as he aligns my sex with his. “This isn’t quite the missionary position.”

  “Missionary with a twist,” he says, and grips my hips. He drags me to him, and grabs hold of his cock. I take a breath, eager for him to fill me. “This way I get to see your face when you come for me.”

  “I’m not sure I can come again,” I admit honestly, and he angles his head.

  “Yeah, you will.” He positions his cock at my entrance, and holds my hips for leverage as he slowly slides in to me, offering me only one glorious inch at a time. My eyes roll back in my head as he stretches me.

  “Doing okay, Katee?”

  “That feels so damn good.”

  “Your sweet cunt is squeezing my cock so goddamn hard, this might be over before it begins.” He enters me fully, seating himself high and excitement floods my system. I take in his face, the tortured way he’s clenching down on his teeth. Once again
my body begins to heat up, and my clit starts to throb all over again. I’ve never in my life had two orgasms in a row, but this man…well, I’m not sure what he’s doing to me. I only know that I like it. As I think about that, my mind rewinds, thinks back to how I thought it would be weird if Luke stopped treating me like one of the guys. Well, um, okay, maybe it’s not so weird, and maybe being treated like one of the girls is so much better.

  I move my hips, encouraging him to fuck me. He starts moving, slow at first, but as his cock warms my body and creates friction against my G-spot, I begin shaking, and panting. Jesus, the man fucks like a God.

  “That’s so goooooddd,” I cry out, and grab the slats to hold on. “Harder,” I cry out. “Fuck me hard, Luke.”

  “Jesus,” he murmurs, and picks up the pace. He slams into me, blunt, fast strokes that rattle my brain. His fingers bite into my hips, and will undoubtedly leave a bruise come tomorrow. He groans and grunts, and I love all the sex sounds he makes. Our eyes meet, lock, and we’re both breathing so hard, I’m sure we’re going to deplete the room of oxygen.

  “I’ve never been fucked like this before,” I manage to get out.

  He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in again. I move against the pillow, my breasts bouncing. “That’s a goddamn shame,” he says and slides one hand up my body to cup my breasts. He rubs the rough pad of his thumb over my nipple, and frissons of electricity travel straight to my core.

  I revel in his touch, the way he fucks, until nothing exists but this moment and this man. I cry out his name, and in return he calls mine and I’m a little surprised how much I like hearing it on his tongue as he pounds into me. He stretches my sex, and I squeeze around him. My body so close to another release. His other hand leaves my hip and he presses his finger to my clit. Sparks zap my sex, and I want to hold on longer, want to fuck him like this until tomorrow morning, but the triple assault takes me over the edge, and I let go, coming all over his beautiful cock. As intense pleasure overcomes me, I pinch my eyes shut to ride out the delicious waves.