Page 168 of The Friend Situation

After, I slide out of my jeans, and as I take off my sweater, the door quietly opens. When I turn around, I see Weston standing in front of me.

“Getting started without me?” he asks, reaching over to lock the door as I toss the heavy fabric onto the floor.

“Why waste time?” I whisper, placing my hands on my hips.

Weston saunters over to me, and as soon as we’re close, it’s over. We’re hands and mouth and teeth, losing ourselves in each other’s touch. I’m desperate and oh-so fucking wet for him.

“It hasn’t been twenty minutes,” he confesses.

“I don’t care. I’ve waited all day for this,” I tell him.

“Proof that there are still things to look forward to when you’re in a relationship,” he says, kissing my shoulder and carefully peeling my bra strap down my arm. His fingers graze across my skin, causing goose bumps to form. “Ah, love that I can do that to you,” he whispers.

He undoes my bra with a simple snap. It falls to the ground between us. Weston dips down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his warm tongue around the peak.

“You always have,” I admit, relishing how his mouth feels against my skin.

Weston slides his hands into my panties, and the sensation feels so fucking good.

“Mmm, you weren’t exaggerating earlier.”

“I want you inside of me,” I confess, guiding him to the twin bed.

His long legs barely fit, but there’s just enough room for both of us.

He leans against the wooden bed frame, one leg propped up. I crawl onto the bed, sliding his joggers from his body before removing his boxers as well.

“Condom in the pocket,” he whispers.

“Love a man who’s prepared.”

I snatch and rip it open, sheathing him. He’s hard for me.

Carefully, I straddle him. His hands find my waist, guiding me as I adjust to his size. I hiss; he stretches me so fucking full.

“You feel incredible,” he huffs.

“You do too,” I barely cry out.

I take his face in my palms, studying his gorgeous features, drowning with him. We share slow kisses, our noses brushing together, the intensity growing.

“Wes …” I slide up and down on him, our bodies meeting rhythmically.

Being with him is an out-of-body experience. I feel like I’ve been transported to another dimension, lost in his touch, in the warmth that floods through me. Our labored breaths fill the silence as he kisses my chest and wraps his arm around me.

My head falls back on my shoulders as he pumps deep inside me. I cover my mouth, stifling the cries threatening to escape from the intense pleasure he brings. When my eyes open, I catch a glimpse of the silver handcuffs glinting in the light. Smirking, I reach over and grab them.

His eyes don’t leave mine as I slide one cuff around his wrist and loop it through the bed frame.

Weston shakes his head, then cuffs me to the other side of him. “We’re in this together.”

His free hand runs through my hair as our movements grow more ragged, more intentional. His deep grunts have me shushing him against his lips as we chase our releases together.

“So close,” I whisper as we race toward our end.

We’re losing control. The world around us disappears as every inch of my body seizes. I slap my free hand over my mouth while he slams inside me. The bed squeaks beneath us, and I kiss and nibble on his neck, barely managing to hold on as I ride out my orgasm, feeling him empty inside me.

I collapse on top of him, breathless. The world tilts on its axisas I get lost in the fog of being with him. We’re both too stunned to speak, our pulses racing. He holds me in his arms, still buried deep within me, his fingers lightly brushing over my skin.

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