Page 30 of The One With The Secret Crushes

I logically knew the lack of sex in my life was going to make this quick, but it didn't stop me from trying.

There wasa vast fucking difference between having sex with someone you barely know and having sex with your best friend. We'd never touched each other like this before but it didn't matter. I knew what she needed and what she liked. I knew a pause meant she was processing, and a squeeze meant she wasn't fully onboard. I knew that silence was high praise.

And so very little about the night was awkward and almost all of it blew my fucking mind. Our chemistry was legendary. It was a wonder we hadn't blown Lost Creek off the map years ago.

But now that I knew? There was no going back. Not possible. If she ended things, I would have to move to the other side of the planet to keep existing.

"Lift." I demanded.

She pushed her hips up and I slid my palm along the small of her back. She responded to every command automatically and I liked that far too much. My fingers worked her slit. There was no doubting that my efforts were working. Mackenzie was as wet as the river. Slippery and ready, but I didn't want to rush anything. I wanted to learn as much as I could and make her feel good for as long as possible.

I buried my face in her breasts. The very same pair I'd imagined over and over again. The real thing was so much better than anything my mind came up with. They were soft—so fucking soft!—and supple. Her hard nipples were now my favorite toy to play with.

Not that she minded based on the way she arched for more and moaned my name.

"Touch," I groaned. My cock ached. It fuckingached. Until her hand wrapped around it and I saw stars. I simultaneously needed her to stop and to jerk harder. I rutted into her hand anyway and hoped she'd forgive me if I blew my load before we even got started.

Her touch was delicate but confident and suddenly I couldn't stop picturing her mouth on me. "Suck." It came out as demanding as ever, but really, I was begging.

Maybe she heard the difference because her eyes glinted with mischief as she wiggled out of my hold, pushing her hair back behind her ear before licking me. I was dead. Mackenzie looking up at me with those eyes, her tits all smashed together and her goddamn fucking tongue running along my shaft. It was a wonder I was still alive.

But then she followed my order and sucked me into her mouth. I threaded my fingers into her hair and memorized every detail. Every fucking detail.

It wastoogood, so I pulled free of her lips and nodded to the pillows. While she took her position, I grabbed a condom and rolled it on. But I didn't throw myself on top of her and shove my way inside like my body desperately wanted me to. Instead, I coasted my fingers up the insides of her thighs, making her shiver. Her pussy glistened and I very seriously considered diving between her legs to guarantee her orgasm, but selfishly I couldn't wait.

Words failed me. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how I couldn't live without her like this for the rest of our lives, how I was the happiest man to ever live, but they all died on my tongue as my brain malfunctioned and all I could comprehend was the thumping need to make our two bodies into one.

I toyed with her some more, pressing my thumb to her swollen clit while my fingers traced the promised land.

"Scott," she moaned for me, making my dick jump in my hand. Her hips rolled and her body arched, mimicking the movements it needed. I slid my fingers into her heat to take some of the edge off. "Yes, oh yes!"

I squeezed the base of my cock to keep from exploding. I logically knew the lack of sex in my life was going to make this quick, but it didn't stop me from trying. When I felt her pulsing around my fingers I pulled them out and moved over her, notching right at her entrance.

Just pressing against that wet heat overwhelmed me. My mind went blank again and something shot down my spine, urging my hips forward. Even though I touched her and kissed her, even though we'd already blown way past friends, this moment still felt like a precipice.

Her hips rocked on me and I realized I needed her to take this step. I had needed her for so long, waited and wanted, and even though she was in our bed writhing beneath me, the only way for me to know for sure that this was real, was if she took the leap.

So I waited as she worked herself around the head of my cock, waited until her eyes blinked open in curiosity, and smiled.

She arched an eyebrow and slowly rocked onto my shaft. I nodded my approval. She did it again and again, until the pressure was unbelievable. One more wiggle and I'd be inside her. I'd be home.

"Do you want me?" she asked all husky and aroused.

"Right. Fucking. Now." I gritted out. My teeth were clenched so hard I probably needed to pay Dr. Omund a visit.

Mackenzie slid her hands down my back, gripped my ass, and shoved herself down my cock, taking me much deeper than I thought possible.

"Ohfuck," I shouted into the pillow, my whole body curling over hers as her thighs clenched my hips and her fingers dug into my skin.

"Scott!" she gasped for air, her body quaking around my shaft.

"I just need a minute, darlin'." No drug could feel as good as this. Not possible.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" Her quakes turned to full body trembles, which was not helping me. At all.

So I took one of her hands and threaded our fingers together above her head. Then did the same thing with the other. "Good?"

She looked up at me with big, round eyes. "So good."

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