Page 61 of Now or Never

Chelsea smiled and shook her head. She shifted forward, leaned down, kissed his neck just below his ear.

He dropped his head back on the couch cushion. “Should we be doing this? We can still stop. We can drive back across the line. You only felt my dick through clothing, so technically, we’re still only friends.”

Chelsea laughed as she kissed up his neck, along his ear. “If you want me to stop, tell me to, and I will. I’ll pretend like none of this happened.”

Adam squeezed his eyes shut. The warmth from her body covering his was fucking heaven. “You’re putting the ball inmycourt? That’s a mistake.”

She rolled her hips, sucked the lobe of his ear into her mouth, and he was toast. Shivers cascaded down his body as he shook out his fists, placed his hands on her calves, and glided them up her smooth legs, cupping her ass. He’d wanted his hands on it from the moment he saw her, and now that he had an opening, he wasn’t going to waste it.

Every care, worry, and what if seemed irrelevant, and when he squeezed her butt in his hands, the justifications for his actions started flooding in.

Why shouldn’t they have sex? They were both consenting adults. And it was no one’s business but their own. And how could sex really ruin anything? It would only make their friendship stronger. Friends with benefits sometimes worked out. And they would definitely be the ones who would make it work.

Since they were such good friends.

And had mutual respect.

And mutual friends.

Adam slid his hands up Chelsea’s hips, over the waistband of her shorts, onto her soft, warm skin, lifting her top until her breasts were exposed, then he leaned forward and rested his face in the valley between them. “Fuck me,” he said, pressing kisses on her skin. “Why did I think this was a bad idea?”

Chelsea laughed. “Not sure. This might be the best thing I’ve ever done,” she said.

She reached her hands up in the air, and he slid her shirt up and off, discarding it on the floor. When she leaned back down, she brought her soft pink lips to his and kissed him.

His heart galloped, but the rest of his body slowed to a halt. She took his mouth with hers, slowly, gently kissing his lips, gliding her tongue along his.

Everything in his body screamed at him to speed things up. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken his time like this. Maybe never. It was usually a race to get the girl to finish so he could finish and find some relief.

But this was different.

He wanted to bask in this. Wanted to feel her every touch.

He slid his hands up and down her back, up to her hair, down to her butt, along her arms, up to her face. He took in every softinch of skin as they made out on the couch. And he loved every fucking minute of it.

Eventually, she broke off the kiss and stood. Her cheeks were pink, lips red and swollen. “Take off your clothes,” she said.

He smiled and reached behind his neck, grabbing his shirt in his fist and pulling it over his head. Then he lifted his hips and slid his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion. He was pretty certain he would do whatever she told him to. Without question. Without hesitation.

He raised his brows, waiting for the next demand.

Chelsea gave a little laugh but no other words. Slowly, she slipped her shorts off but left on her lacy red panties. Then she came back to his lap, straddling him so his erection rested between their bodies.

He tipped her chin up with his thumb so their lips would meet once more and kissed her at the same speed she set. She ran her hands along his shoulders, over his back, into his hair. Every so often, she would press her body forward to feel his dick against her stomach.

He was a fucking wreck.

He put it off as long as he could, kissing, caressing, dreaming of the heat coming from between her legs . . .

“Chelsea,” he said between kisses. “I think I’m dying.”

Chelsea laughed and moved to stand, but Adam stood instead, taking her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He hugged her to him, nestled his face into her neck, and wrapped both arms around her back, taking his elbows in his hands to lock her to him.

She smelled good. Felt good. He was completely disoriented, like waking from a dream, and didn’t know where he was going. But he didn’t care. He just saw a bed and headed for it.

He laid her down, came over her, kissed her again. Now that she was lying beneath him, he could feel more, see more, do more.

He kissed down her body to her panties, then slipped them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. He kissed back up her legs, watched her squirm as he settled between her thighs. He stayed there a while, not touching, even though he could tell she was desperate for some relief.

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