Page 79 of Best Friends for Never

“Oh.” It comes out breathless because Iambreathless.

And I’m hot. So, so hot. Sitting on Noel’s face shouldn’t be so appealing, but it is. I want it.

“Well?” he asks.

I answer him by following his request, scrambling up and over him until my knees are caging him in.

“That’s my girl.” He reaches a single finger up, hooking it into my suit bottoms and tugging them to the side. “Now sit.”

“What?”

He squeezes my cheek with his free hand. “Sit.”

“I . . . I can’t.”

“You can.” He clutches me tighter. “Sit.”

“But I . . .”

“I swear, if you say something silly right now about how you’re going to crush me, I won’t lick your pussy, and we both know it’s exactly what you want right now. Sit, Parker, and don’t make me say it again.”

There’s something in his voice ... a growl that I can’t help but listen to, and I sink down, his mouth connecting with my core. I cry out in relief as his tongue snakes out against me.

I’ve had a guy go down on me once before, and it was so terrible I never let it happen again.

But this? This is different in every possible way.

He teases me, sucking my clit into his mouth just enough to torment me before releasing me again. He does it over and over, taking me to the edge, then backing off, until I’m grinding down on him with a wildness I didn’t realize I had in me.

I’ve never felt like this before—this wild and brazen. He just came inside me not even an hour ago, and now he’s licking at me like he’ll never get enough.

I can’t get enough either.

I throw my head back, my breasts exposed for anyone to see if they were to come out to the Falls, but I don’t care. Ican’tcare. Not when he’s touching me like he is. Not when it feels so, so good.

He slides a single finger inside me as he draws my clit into his mouth once more, but this time he doesn’t stop, and my orgasm hitsme out of nowhere, sneaking up and slamming into me with a force I’ve never felt before.

I’m not sure how long Noel keeps playing with me, but eventually, my legs grow tired, and I can’t keep myself held up anymore, and he relents.

He helps me back down, then rolls me to my back. He pushes his swim shorts down, then slides into me once more.

He makes love to me again, slowly and gently and at his own pace until I’m bucking against him, and he’s sighing into my neck as he comes inside me.

I didn’t know it could be like this. Didn’t know it could be so good.

But I should have. Should have known that with Noel it would be different. It always is.

And that’s the scariest part of it all.

When we hike back from the Falls, the town is dead, and I’m not surprised. It usually is around sunset, especially on Sundays. All the shops close around three or four, and the day becomes less about business and more about spending time with loved ones. I’ve always appreciated the work-life balance the community has pushed.

Noel carries our backpack stuffed with our wet towels and blanket. He’s got our now-empty cooler in one hand and mine in the other.

Walking down Borgen and holding hands with Noel should be strange, but it’s not. Another thing that feels as natural as breathing.

“So, good date?” Noel asks, grinning down at me.

My cheeks instantly heat as I remember everything we did this afternoon. “Good date.”

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