Page 10 of Tell Me No

His face is so serious it makes my heart ache. Of course I’ve thought about him and me, but clearly not enough. The fact he just got out of a year long relationship–anengagement–should have been at the front of my mind but it wasn’t. I was too worried thinking about how good it would feel to fuck him.

“Do you?” I ask, not sure I want the answer.

“Of course I do. I’ve waited for this exact moment for years. You’re my best friend, Mia. I couldn’t picture spending life with anyone else. This shit with Isabella was a desperate attempt to rid myself of my feelings for you. I thought if I finally committed to someone–anyone–I would be able to learn how to be happy, but she saw through it. It wasn’t fair to her, but I was desperate.”

He pauses and sits up before raking his hands through his hair.

“Loving you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced because I didn’t know if you felt the same and I was too scared to ask.”

I bite my lip and sit up next to him. I don’t even know what to say, but it’s all making a lot more sense. “She knew how you felt?”

He nods slowly. “I figured if I told you at the bar it would make you run. You’ve always run from confrontation, good or bad. The night Isabella and I had dinner we did talk about a date and venue, but you got brought up by the end of the night. I didn’t mean to say it, but it slipped. I was willing to try and work through it but she wasn’t.”

“You told your fiance you loved me?” I all but squeal.

“It just came out. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I was going through with something so big and knew there would be no going back. No chance with you.”

I sigh. “Anthony… Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was scared. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. If I couldn’t have you in the way I wanted, I was willing to settle for friends. I didn’t want to lose you, Mia.”

“But we’re not friends anymore, are we?”

He stays silent for a beat. “I don’t think friends do what we just did.”

I nod. “And if this doesn’t work?”

He finally smiles and reaches over to me, clasping his hands around my midsection. “We’ve already worked. Look at how long we’ve been friends, Mia. Only difference now is you know the truth. Do you feel the same way?”

I mull over his question. At the beginning of the night, I would have said no, but now I can confidently say yes. Anthony has been the only constant in my life. He picks me up when I’m down, comforts me when I’m sad, and takes care of me when I’m sick. He’s already proved to me he would be the perfect partner. He’s loving and compassionate, strong and motivated. He works for what he wants and makes no apologies. He lives his life on the right track and treats others with kindness. On top of that, he’s so damn handsome and if what we’ve done so far tonight is any indication of how full blown sex will be, I have zero complaints.

Maybe sometimes friends are meant to be more.We’remeant to be more.

“I do,” I finally whisper.

“Then let go. Push all of that doubt away and let me finally love you the right way because I’m not going anywhere.”

Heat simmers over my skin with his words and I try not to turn into a complete puddle. Why the thought of him and I never crossed my mind before I don’t know, but now it’s all I can think about. I want him in every way he’ll let me have him.

Leaning in, he kisses me again, then pulls me back down to the bed.

SEVEN

As his lipsmove with mine, our hands explore one another. Snaking his arm behind me, he unhooks my bra then pulls it off finally releasing my breasts. He kneads my flesh softly and squeezes my nipples between his fingers.

“I’ll never forget how good your body looks under your clothes,” He whispers, breaking our kiss and dipping his head down.

He captures my nipple in his mouth and twirls his tongue around the hardened peak. I clasp his hair in one hand then use the other to drag my nails over his back. He shivers and releases my nipple then moves to the other. Opening his mouth wider, he sucks as much of me into his mouth as he can, flicking his tongue in the process.

I turn and press my back into the mattress as he licks and sucks, then trail my hand from his back to my stomach. Inch by inch, I lower it until my fingers touch the top of my pussy. Slowly, I start working circles over myself and arch my back, forcing him to suck harder.

Anthony maneuvers so he’s leaning over me, keeping his mouth on one breast, then grips the other in his hard hands. He squeezes my skin, massaging it for a moment then moves to my nipple and tugs on it. Over and over, he switches between the two, making sure each gets attention from his hands and mouth.

I keep playing with myself, sliding my fingers up and down my slit, coating them in my arousal, then finally push my middle finger inside myself. In and out I fuck myself, but it isn’t enough. I press the heel of my palm into the top of my mound, hitting my clit, and move it side to side as I slide my finger in and out of my pussy.

In that instant, Anthony’s mouth leaves me and he cocks his sight down. “That’s so fucking hot.”

His words have pride swelling in my chest. Here I am just touching myself and it’s still managing to get his dick hard again.

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