Page 69 of That Friendzone Feeling
Ifthis man isn’t inside me in the next few seconds,Imight faint due to lack of fucking.Isthat a thing?Likeoxygen?Ifyou don’t get enough of it, you black out?Itsure as hell feels like it’s a thing.
Ashe lifts his head andIdrift back to reality, it dawns on meI’mstanding here in my tights and underwear.Isthere a less sexy undergarment than tights?Ishould haveworn stockings and a garter belt.Fromnow on,I’llwear the garter belt.
Whatthe hell amIthinking?AmIalready planning to do this again?Wheredid my resolve that this is a terrible idea go?
ButasWalkerdrops to his knees in front of me, having sex with my best friend seems a whole lot less terrible.Theanticipation of what he’s planning has my whole body vibrating.
Hegrabs the sides of my tights and underwear and rolls them down together until he hits my ankles.
Hetugs one side under my heel, andIlift my foot so he can take it off completely.Thenthe other side.Hedrops the tangled mess of tights and underwear on top of my dress and bra.
I’mnow naked—crotch to face with him.
“Finally,Ihave the prize,” he says, grazing a thumb over just the very tip of my clit.
It’sa miracle that my melting legs are still holding me up. “Christ,Walker.You’rekilling me.”
“Whata great way to go, though,” he says, grabbing my ass with both hands and burying his face between my legs.
Myback arches and my eyes drift shut asIlose myself in the pleasure.Histongue is wet and warm and delicious, andIwant to sit on it so badly.
Ipart my legs, and he immediately seizes the invitation and moves a finger to my entrance.
It’shard to know what to do.DoIpress forward against his mouth or down onto his finger?Hesaves me the trouble of deciding by sliding his finger inside me.Quicklyfollowed by another.
Ithrust my hands into his hair and grab two fistfuls again.
“Oh, myGod,”Ipant as my head drops back. “I’mgoing to come,Walker.Ican’t stop.”
Instantlyhis mouth and finger are gone.
Myeyes spring open. “Whathap—”
“Weare doing that together,” he says. “Ijust decided.”
Ashe gets to his feet, he scoops me up again and carries me toward the door.
“Andwe have to go somewhere else to do it?”Iask, my brain and all five senses reeling, not sure whether they’re coming or going.Well, they’re definitely sure and very disappointed they’re not coming right at the moment.
“Weneed a condom,” he says, carrying my naked form across the living area and toward his bedroom. “AndifIleave you here whileIget one,SensibleEmilymight return and talkSmuttyEmilyout of it.”Hekisses my forehead. “I’mkind of fond ofSmuttyEmilyandI’dlike to keep her.SoI’mtaking her with me.”
Hehooks a foot around the edge of his bedroom door and slides it open.
“Isthis where the magic happens?”Itrace the outline of his smooth jaw with my finger.
Hedrops me onto the second bed of the evening.
“It’swherenothingever happens.”Hekneels over my bare, spread-eagled body and plants a hand on either side of my face. “Butit’s certainly where the magic will happen tonight.”
Thenhe’s off me again and opening the top drawer of a nightstand.
Chillywithout his presence,Iclimb under the duvet.
“Fuck,” he says, slamming one drawer shut and opening another.
“Areyou out?”He’dbetter not be fucking out—my lifemight depend on him being inside me sometime extremely soon.
“Noidea.”Heshuts the second drawer and opens a third. “There’snot a lot of call for them.”Whatever’sin the drawer rattles around as he rummages in it. “IfiguredImust still have some, but maybeI’mmistaken.”
