Page 24
Love it so much I can’t help but press my lips to his.
He kisses me back hungrily, devouring my mouth like it’s the last time we’ll ever kiss.
His grip tightens, hands trailing over my hips and to my ass. His palms squeeze me hard enough that it teeters along that painful-pleasure line.
My clit brushes over his hard dick, and if we do this much longer, I’ll be coming from dry-humping alone.
Like he can read my mind, he pulls back, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I’ve been imagining you in here with this thing almost nightly…
and oftentimes in the shower. Hell, I can’t even tell you the number of times the images have popped up when I’m doing something ridiculous like the dishes or something.
I’d love to see if my fantasy matches the reality.
” Another squeeze. “If you’re game, of course. ”
I don’t know if I’m just that horny or if the thought of masturbating in front of him turns me on, but…
I roll off him, vibrator still in hand, and lie next to him.
I feel his eyes on me as I get comfortable, into the same position I would assume if I were doing this without an audience.
An audience… The thought of Dean watching me masturbate should probably scare me, make me nervous. But it doesn’t.
I know how it feels to have his eyes on me when I do my yoga.
Him watching me masturbate? I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
I spread my legs and pull my panties to the side.
“You do it with your panties on?” I nod, and he gulps. “Holy fuck that’s hot.”
I chuckle. “It’s lazy.”
“No, River,” he says, tossing the blanket completely off the bed and grabbing his cock. “It means you were so damn worked up you couldn’t even bother taking your panties off. I promise you, that’s hot as fuck.”
When he says it like that…
I turn the toy on, and he chuckles.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Just now I know what the buzzing I heard was.”
My cheeks redden and I switch it back off, covering my face with my hands.
He pulls them back down. “No, no. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“How can I not be? You heard me masturbating!”
“Have you heard me take a shower before?”
“Yes?”
“Then you’ve heard me doing it too.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “Now,” he says, lips still resting on mine, “teach me what your body likes, River.”
He takes my hands and guides them back between my legs. Except this time, it’s him who pulls my panties to the side.
His throat bobs up and down when he looks at my pussy, and I’ve never felt so exposed and so fucking enthralled at the same time before.
The way he’s looking at me like I’m some sort of gift…it’s exhilarating.
He brushes his thumb over my clit and grins at me when I sigh.
“Touch yourself. Show me.”
I turn the toy back on and guide it into place.
He doesn’t move his hand, keeping my panties pushed to the side. Right away, all my senses light up and I gasp, loving the feel of his hands on me in combination with the toy.
Dean’s lips part, watching the vibrator work its magic on my nerve endings. Slowly, he begins to stroke his cock, and I realize I could watch him do it every day for the rest of my life and never grow bored.
His eyes never leave me as I work the toy over my most sensitive area, my hips moving in time with the undulations. His tongue darts out to wet his drying lips, but his strokes never grow more hurried. He’s genuinely enjoying watching me, and this moment is all about me.
On any given day, this toy can get me where I need to be in under five minutes.
Right now, it takes less than three.
I slam my eyes closed as my orgasm races through me, and I push my hips off the bed, chasing the high for as long as possible.
When all the aftershocks are gone, I switch the toy off and peel my eyes back open.
He’s still holding my panties to the side. Still looking at my pussy. Still unwilling to take his eyes off me.
He’s sweating, panting like he’s the one who just came.
I lick my lips and swallow, trying to catch my breath.
“You good?”
He finally looks at me.
Hunger.
It’s all I see in Dean’s eyes.
“There’s a very, very tiny part of me that wants to be offended you came so fast and so hard, but holy fucking shit .” He fits himself between my legs, caging my head in with his arms, dropping his mouth to mine. “That was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed, and I want to do it again.”
“Now?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
He slides down my body, shouldering his way between my legs. He pulls my underwear to the side, then gives me that devilish smirk I’m starting to love.
“I want a turn.”
He disappears between my legs, and I fall into paradise.
I try to ignore the knowledge that this will all eventually disappear.
“I thought we were friends.”
I drag my eyes from the documents in front of me, looking at my best friend. She’s leaning over the front counter of Making Waves, mindlessly drawing circles on the countertop.
“We are?”
“Yeah? Then why didn’t you tell me you and Dean had sex?”
“W-What?” I sputter. “How did you know?”
“I didn’t, but now I do.” She beams, clapping her hands together and bouncing up and down. “Oh my gosh . I knew this day would come!”
I huff. “You suck, you know that?”
“I’m aware.”
“How did you know?”
She lifts a slender shoulder. “A best friend just knows these things. Plus, you have that I just got fucked glow about you. Man, I miss that glow.”
She sighs longingly, and I’m sure she’s thinking about the recent crumbling of her marriage to Sam’s dad.
She shakes her head. “But never mind that. I have so many questions. When did it happen? How did it happen? Are you guys dating now? When are you getting married?”
“Settle down, you freak.”
“I can’t!” She squeals. “I’m just so excited for you. Finally! ” More clapping. “I’ve waited so long for you two to wake up and realize you have feelings for each other.”
“Feelings? Oh, no. There are no feelings.”
She stops bouncing and pins me with those startling gray eyes of hers. “Are you seriously still denying it?”
“No, because there’s nothing to deny. I do not have feelings for Dean.”
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”
“You.” When she doesn’t stop staring like she’s going to come over the counter at me, I stack the financial documents I was combing through, slip them back into their rightful folder, and toss it onto the counter. I rest my head on one hand. “What do you want to know?”
She mirrors my position. “You’re not dating?”
“No.”
“But you are sleeping together?”
“Yes.”
“How many times have you had sex?”
“Four…and a half.”
She gasps, excitement in her eyes. “When?”
“It started two nights ago.”
“And?”
I know what she’s asking even without her saying it.
I do everything to hold back my sigh as I think about the way Dean is in bed.
He’s attentive. Demanding, yet gentle. Rough in all the right ways.
“It’s incredible.”
“You lucky dog.” She pouts. “The only reason I’m not jealous is because I’ve sworn off dick.”
“Because of the dick you were married to.”
“Precisely.” She nods, pushing away from the counter. “How’d it happen?”
“Well…” I draw out. “He kissed me on Sunday. We didn’t really discuss it at first, but the tension was there, you know? It just all sort of came to a head and…” I motion with my hand. “Here we are.”
“So, if you’re not dating but you’re sleeping together, you’re…what? Friends with benefits?”
“We’re not labeling it. It’s just something fun to pass the time and relieve some stress.”
She tilts her head, pursing her lips, studying me. “Hmm.”
Uh-oh. I know that hmm .
That hmm means she has something to say but doesn’t want to say it.
“What?”
“It’s just…” she starts, and I called that right. That’s how she always starts the hmm s. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Which part?”
“All of it. Aren’t you worried it’ll get all…confusing? Worried you’ll fall for him?”
Me fall for Dean? Ha!
“No.” I shake my head. “We’re adults. We can keep it casual.”
Another head tilt.
“What.” This time it doesn’t come out as a question. I’m starting to get annoyed.
“Do you like him?”
“I mean, I let him see me naked, so I have to like him on some level, right?”
She frowns at my answer. “You know what I mean, River.”
“Do I have a tiny—and I mean tiny —crush on Dean? Yes. Am I going to do anything about it? No. It’s not going to go anywhere. He’ll be moving out once his apartment is done and we’ll go back to being neighbors. This is just temporary. We’re on the same page with this.”
“He’s your neighbor. It’s not like him moving out would be a long-distance relationship.”
“Ah,” I say. “That’s just it—he lives next door, so if things go south with us, I’ll have to continue living next to him or move, and I love my apartment.
I’d much rather take my chances of it being a smidge awkward knowing we’ve seen each other naked than feelings getting involved and us having to navigate that. You know what I mean?”
She heaves a sigh. “Yeah, I can understand that. It’s just…be careful, you know? I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I’m a big girl, Maya. I’ll be fine.”
I hope.