Page 46 of That Friendzone Feeling

AndnowIknow he wasn’t at the back of the line when girth was being handed out either.

Heslides his other hand back under my sweater and goes straight for my bra, scooping it under my breast, and cupping me.

Everyinch of my body tingles with the magic he’s working on my clit, my breast, and my nipple, as he takes me closer and closer to the edge.

BeforeIlose control of all my faculties and my mission,Idive my hands into his boxers, and take his long, swollen dick in both hands.Fuck, he’s warm and smooth as silk and twitching at my touch.Ican’t help but wonder what this beautiful thing would look like in daylight.

“Thisis what you’ve been hiding in your jeans the whole time?”

“The.Whole.Time,” he breathes.

Hismouth is on mine, urgent, our tongues tangled as he rocks in my hands, his thumb teasing my nipple over and over and his fingers on my clit through my clothes.

Howthe hell amIgoing to get out of these wet jeans soIcan get this remarkable man inside me?

Andout of nowhere, he takes me there.Tothe point of no return.

Ipull my lips from his and findjust enough breath to speak. “I’mgoing to come right now if you don’t stop, get these jeans off me, and put yourself inside me.”

“Well,I’mnot stopping,” he says, squeezing my breast, quickening the pace of his thumb, and making tighter circles against my clit. “SoIguess you’re going to come.”

Ipump him harder, wanting him to get there with me.

Mymind drifts away from reality asIlose myself in his touch, the taste of his mouth, the sensation of him rocking back and forth in my hands.

Igrind against his fingers—my body knows what to do,Idon’t have to tell it.I’mso lostIcan’t even concentrate enough to kiss him.Mymouth goes limp against his.

AndhereIgo, rising, gasping,Walker’scheek grazing against mine.

“Oh,God,Em,” he pants, “your hands are magic.”

Irise and rise, wanting to get there, but also not wanting it to end. “Soare yours.”

AndIbreak.Mybrain explodes, my inner walls contract, wishing they were clamping down on the part ofWalkerI’mholding.Myback arches, thenIcurl toward him again, clutching him against me.He’sstill working my nipple and clit, prolonging the pleasure.Waveafter wave of ecstatic convulsions sweep through me.

Ithink that sound is me crying out against the background drumming of rain on the roof.

Asthe waves subside to a ripple andIcatch my breath,IrealizeI’vetotally lost focus onWalkerandI’mpretty much just holding him in my hand and doing nothing with him, poor guy.

“Oh,God, sorry,”Isay, retaking a firm hold of him.IfIcan make him feel only a tiny fraction of whatIjust felt,I’llhave accomplished my mission.

“Noapology required,” he says, planting a hand oneither side of me on the workbench and thrusting into my fist.

Suddenly, behind him, two giant beams of light cut through the darkness and wash across the room.

“Fuck,Walker.”

“Iknow.”Hiseyes are closed, hips moving back and forth, his dick now slick with precum in my palm.

Itap him on the back.

“It’sthe cab.Thecab’s here.”

“Thewhat?” he asks, still thrusting.

“Thecab.Topick us up.It’shere.”

Hejumps back. “Fuck.”