Page 7 of Tell Me No

I bite my lip. “I am,” I pant. “So do something about it.”

I sit up on the seat and hike my dress and peacoat up over my hips, then slide my panties off as he reaches behind him and closes the door. The fact I’m undressing in front of my best friend is crazy, but it doesn’t stop me.

Throughout all our years of friendship, nothing like this hasevercrossed my mind, but I can’t help but think maybe it’s always been there, lingering in the back of my mind. Why else has no other relationship worked out for us?

We’re always the one each other calls when shit goes south, we know practically every detail about one another, and we’ve never been able to truly commit. It’s as if we’ve been sabotaging things unknowingly. At least that’s how I’m starting to feel on my part.

If Tony really has felt this way about me for as long as he says, what if I somehow knew without actually knowing? The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Why else would I feel so willing and comfortable with what’s happening right now?

Pressing my back against the door, I spread my legs, planting one of my feet on the floorboard and keeping the other on the seat as he tucks one leg under him to make sure we can both fit in the not-exactly-ideal backseat. It’s weird in a way exposing myself so rawly to him, but the look in his eyes as he stares down at my pussy makes any ounce of doubt melt away.

“Look at you,” He muses, reaching out to run his knuckles over my folds. “So smooth and pink. You look fucking delicious.”

My heartbeat picks up in my chest. The organ pounds against my ribs as a shiver of excitement creeps up the back of my neck.

No other words are exchanged as he clasps the back of my thighs right above my knees and dips his head down. His tongue juts out and swipes my center. Immediately, my body starts to shudder.

“Fuck,” I moan, reaching down to grip his hair and guide his tongue where I want it. “Why haven’t we done this sooner?”

His lips grasp at my clit and suck for a moment before he releases me with a pop and flicks his tongue over the bud of nerves. He kisses and suckles the spot I know will make me explode, then moves his tongue lower.

Over and over, he swipes over my slit, moving his face side to side. I can feel wetness stain the inside of my thighs and run down to my ass, but that doesn’t stop him. He nudges my leg that isn’t pressed against the seat open further, then pushes on the back of my knees, forcing my ass to lift off the seat slightly.

His tongue moves even lower and licks my asshole, and my legs start to shake. The sensation is almost too much but not enough all at the same time. He moves back up, then down again over and over. He pays attention to every section of my body, making sure not a single inch is left out.

By the fifth time he flicks his tongue from my clit and then down to my ass, I can’t take it anymore. My knees close and lock on either side of his head, my eyes close, and I scream. “Fuck, Anthony!”

He laughs around the vice-like grip I have on him, then massages the backs of my legs as I come down from the high he put me on. “You’re good, baby. Just ride that wave.”

Baby…

I’ve heard him use all of the typical pet names with girls in the past, but hearing it directed at me does something to me. It makes me want to squeeze him and kiss him and tell him we can’t go back now. It has butterflies flapping in my stomach like I’m in high school again, and I don’t even want him to address me any other way.

He sits up and runs his fingers over my knees. “Think we can make it to my place now?”

I open my eyes and blink away the fuzziness that resulted from squeezing them so tightly. Looking around the cab of his SUV, I try to make out the features of his face. I need to see if regret is painted on his face or if he’s just as elated as me. Only, the windows are so fogged up I can barely see him with the small amount of light from the lone streetlight off the parking lot. I can see enough, though, to tell he doesn’t regret anything that just happened here or in the bathroom.

“You’re asking me? You’re the one who couldn’t control himself,” I laugh.

He shrugs and wipes his chin. “Don’t act like you weren’t dying for that just as much as me.”

When he reaches behind him to open the door, I search for my panties, but he snatches them from the floor before I can grab them. Shaking his head, he steps out of the car and places them in his pocket. “These are mine now.”

I roll my eyes and shimmy my dress back down before stepping out too and sliding into the front seat.

FIVE

I wantto say this short drive isn’t awkward, but it is. I mean, this is uncharted territory for us both, and now that our tongues aren’t down each other’s throats orotherplaces, it’s hard to think of something to say. Maybe it’s just me, though, because Anthony looks like he’s in complete bliss as he turns into his drive.

Putting his Escalade in park, he turns in his seat and looks at me. “What’s the matter?”

I poke out my bottom lip and shake my head. “Nothing. I’m good.”

He tips his head and rolls his eyes. “Mia, you can try to lie to me all you want, but you forget I know you. The only time you rub the hem of your clothes together is when you’re nervous or mad. So, which is it right now?”

I look down to where my hands sit in my lap and see my fingers working over and over, rubbing the fabric of my dress together. I didn’t even notice. Letting out a breath, I drop it and look back at him. “I just—I don’t know. Why are you being so quiet? Am I not what you imagined?”

His face morphs from concern to happiness. “Mia… When you’re so comfortable with someone, there is no need to fill the air with pointless words just to make conversation. Besides, all I would be able to talk about is how perfect your pussy is.”

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