Page 45 of Friend Zoned

“I want you to stay the night with me. Let’s get you some clothes.”

We walk to my apartment in silence. He finally drops my hand, but he doesn’t follow me into my bedroom while I pack a bag. It’s like he knows he won’t be able to control himself. While I throw things in a bag, I feel the throbbing between my legs, and I ask myself how I’ve managed to resist him all this time. How I’ve allowed myself to believe that what we have was strictly platonic. I can still feel his warm lips pressed on mine.

Unsure of what to pack, I grab jeans, a sweater, underwear, and pajamas. I have no sexy pajamas, but I doubt I’ll be wearing any. I run into my bathroom and grab a few hair care products and my toothbrush.

He’s standing in my living room looking out the window when I come back with my overnight bag. He turns, grabs it from me, and takes my hand in his. It’s as if he’s been holding my hand for years instead of just minutes. Once we’re situated in his car, he intertwines our fingers and kisses the back of my hand before resting them on his lap. We don’t speak, but after a few minutes, his phone rings, and he takes the call. It’s a work call from what I hear. He lets me go while he looks for something in his pocket. My hand is resting on his thigh and when a bout of bravery hits, I inch over to feel him hard and long in his pants. He jolts a little at the sudden touch and looks over at me. While he talks, he lifts my hand and rests it over his dick.

A few short minutes later, we arrive at his Tribeca townhouse. He puts a hand on the small of my back while we walk up the stairs to the front door. The instant the door closes, he takes me in his arms. Instead of kissing me, he takes off my coat and tosses it onto the couch. He lifts me without another word, and I wrap my legs around him. His lips crash on mine, and we kiss until we reach his bedroom, and he puts me down.

He cups my face, gently strokes my cheeks with his thumbs, and says, “We’ll talk later. I promise, but right now, I really want to get inside of you. Trust me?”

I nod wordlessly. He lifts my sweater over my head and drops it on the floor. His hands cup my breasts over my bra, and I think I hear his sharp intake of breath. He rubs a finger over my taut nipple, and I groan. He unclasps the back, and when I feel his warm skin on mine, I groan again. I close my eyes and feel his rough hands on me. When I reach for the buttons of my jeans, he pulls my hands away.

“I’ve been thinking of this moment since I first laid eyes on you. Let me.” His words come out strained, as if he’s fighting for a sliver of control. I toe off my shoes while he pulls my jeans off. He slowly rolls off my panties next, and I’m grateful that I wore something new and sexy. “So damn beautiful,” he says once I’m completely naked before him. He runs a big hand down my back, cups my ass, and pushes me into his body. He ravages my mouth, and I let him. It’s a wet, sloppy, and loud kiss. The type of kiss I’ve never had before, and never want to end. With my mouth still fused with his, I undo his belt, unbutton and push down his jeans. He ends the kiss long enough to take off his shoes.

I get on my tippy toes and remove his sweater and t-shirt.

“God damn,” I say when I get a look at his bare chest. I run my hand over his smooth skin. I step closer and run my tongue along his nipple.

He takes a step back and pulls off his jeans along with his boxer briefs. He stands before me in his naked glory, and his dick stands hard and proud, pointing directly at me.

“My God,” I moan. I wrap a hand around it and can barely close my fist around his long thickness. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to take that,” I moan.

“You can, and you will. You’ll take it more than once today.” Without another word, he lifts me off my feet and tosses me on the bed. I barely have time to get comfortable before he climbs on top of me and silences me with a kiss. “God, you’re so beautiful. You taste better than I imagined.” He plants kisses on the side of my neck. I can feel him on my stomach, but I can’t touch him. He rolls off me, and we both lie on our sides.

“Can I touch you again?” I ask, suddenly shy.

“You’d better.” And I do. He closes his eyes, throws his head back, and moans while I wrap my hand around his hardness and slowly pump. His large hand finds its way between my legs. I know I’m dripping wet and ready to come just from the touch of his hand. I haven’t been with a man in over two years. I didn’t expect to be with him today. If I had, I would have done some maintenance, but he doesn’t seem to care. He spreads me open, and a thick finger slides inside. When he pulls it out, he puts it in his mouth and sucks. I pull his finger out of his mouth and put it in mine.

He puts me on top of him. “I want to eat your pussy,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to come on my tongue, Jeannie, and then I want to climb on top of you and slide into your dripping wet pussy. I bet you’ve never come from just getting your pussy eaten.” A shiver runs through my body. I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. He’s right. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had my pussy eaten. “Sit on my face.”

Without an ounce of embarrassment or hesitation, I straddle him and slowly slide up his body. He lifts me by cupping both ass cheeks and holds me over his face. I grab onto the headboard for support. When he puts my pussy on his face, and his tongue hits my clit, I nearly fall over.

“Coach,” I manage to groan. A surprise slap on my ass jolts me. It tingles and travels throughout my body.

“My name isn’t Coach,” he says. He slaps me again, and I let out a little yelp.

“Eat my pussy like you promised, Coach.” He doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he slaps my ass again, only harder this time. I wiggle around, but his warm tongue doesn’t make an appearance. “Aiden,” I moan. “Please.”

He eats me, sliding the tip of his tongue inside of me. He sucks and bites, and I lose all control of myself and come on his face a few minutes later. “Oh, Aiden,” I groan into the quiet room. “Holy shit.” While I’m mid shudder, he flips me over and ends up on top of me. He takes my mouth in a rough kiss, and he spreads my legs apart. I can feel him at my entrance.

“I can put on a condom,” he says in the nape of my neck. “But I’d rather not. I can pull out if you’re not on birth control. Or not,” he says.

“Or not?” I ask. “What the hell?”

“Or not” he repeats. “Tell me what you want.”

It takes a second for my mind to come into focus and answer him. “I’m on the pill.” The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s sliding inside. He’s big, about twice the size of Quintin. “Easy,” I say while he fills me.

“Relax. Breathe,” he orders. He kisses me, and this time it’s slow and tender. His hands caress my skin and cradle my breasts. “You’re so damn perfect,” he says with a nipple in his mouth. “Open your legs wider for me.” I do what he says. He slides another inch and I hold my breath. “You have to breathe, pretty.” He continues to push his way in, and I relax and start to take slow breaths. In and out. I can feel him stretching me. He kisses the side of my neck and takes my lips again. I lose myself in the kiss, and he thrusts hard, filling me completely.

“Fuck.” It burns and stings. He stays still, giving me time to get used to him. He kisses my face, neck, and breasts. “I’m okay. You can move but go slow.”

I marvel at how his body can be so hard, but his skin so soft at the same time. I slide my hands down his back and cup his ass. He starts to move, giving me slow, gentle thrusts. Each movement hurts less until the pain turns to pleasure.

I start to move underneath him. I wrap my legs around him and cup his face. Our eyes lock, and something inside of me shifts. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t speak. At least not with words. His eyes hold mine as he worships my body with his own.

For the second time this afternoon, I start to convulse underneath him. He picks up his pace, thrusting all the way in and out. He calls my name and starts to shudder on top of me. He leans down and kisses me while he floods my pussy with his release. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back. It’s a slow, sweet kiss. It’s a kiss full of promises. It’s light, but I can still feel the possessiveness.

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