Page 45 of Blindsided
My body locks up around him, and I explode, shattering all over him as he continues rocking inside of me.Holy fucking shit.The orgasm I had with his mouth before felt like firecrackers. This one was more like a nuclear bomb.
We continue staring at each other, and it’s so…right. Could I look at another man like this and feel so completely at ease? I don’t think so. It’s then that I realise this was the best way for me to lose my virginity. This is my best friend. He cares about me, and even if this is just a one-time thing, it’s special, and I’ll always be grateful for this gift he’s given me.
Mac’s body suddenly goes rock hard as he stills inside of me. He lowers his head, burying his face in my neck while groaning out his release right into my ear. After a few tremors that shake his whole body, he pulls out of me, wraps his arms around my waist, and rolls us so we’re both laying on our sides, facing each other.
“Thank you, Mac,” I croak without pause, my eyes pricking with tears as I cup his cheek and drag my thumb along his stubble. “Thank you for being my best friend.”
Mac’s brows furrow, and I stare back at him, trying to discern the shifting nuances behind his intense unreadable expression. Finally, his face lightens, resuming its normally sweet, gentle Macness.
He pulls me into his chest. “Thank you for being mine.”
He drops a kiss to my hair, and it’s the perfect kiss to seal a perfect moment between two best friends.
Iwake the next morning to a rough tongue touching my nipple. A smile spreads across my face as I open my eyes and expect to find Freya. My face falls when I see it’s her fucking demon of a cat laving at my pec like it’s going to produce milk at any moment.
“Fuck off, you wee bastard!” I bellow and shove the animal off my chest.
Hercules takes off down the hallway, and a snort echoes in the room. I turn my gaze to find Freya perched on a chair in the corner of her bedroom. She’s dressed in a long nightshirt, her red hair a wild mess of curls, and her makeup smudged like she was properly fucked last night. And she looks positively entertained.
“Did you just sit there and watch your cat violate me?” I croak, sitting up and rubbing my tender nipple.
She giggles and steadies herself so as not to spill the two cups of coffee in her hands. “I came in to bring you a coffee, but Hercules looked like he was warming up to you, so I just sat down here to not interrupt. I had no idea he was going to lick your tit.” She bursts out laughing all over again.
“You and I are in a fight then,” I reply gruffly, propping myself up on the headboard of her bed. “That was disturbing.”
She nods, her face still tormented with poorly concealed laughter. “For us all.” Her head shakes as she continues laughing and tiptoes over to hand me my coffee as though it’s some sort of peace offering.
I eye her warily as she sits down on the edge of the bed by my feet. “How long have you been awake?” I ask, my eyes reflexively eyeing her legs as she curls them up underneath her.
“Not long,” she replies, taking a careful sip out of the kitten mug I bought for her.
I glance down at the mug she gave me and see it’s yet another kitten mug. This one says: Cats Make Me Happy. You, Not So Much.
I take a quick sip before asking, “How are you feeling?”
Her eyes are full of sweet innocence. “I feel okay. You?”
“I feel great,” I reply with a shrug. “I had sex last night.”
Freya rolls her eyes.
“Are you sore?” I ask, leaning forward and glancing down her body, a strong hunger to taste her again overwhelming me.
“Yes,” she replies with a small laugh, her eyes drifting from my eyes to my lips. “Does that go away the more you do it?” she asks with the most gorgeous innocence on her face.
My lips twitch with a fondness I’ve never felt for another burd. “Aye, I believe so. Practice makes perfect and all that.”
She nods. “And I bled a little. I suppose that will go away, too?”
“Aye, I don’t think it will happen again,” I confirm with a frown and grip the back of my neck as guilt overwhelms me. Last night after we finished, Freya nipped off to the loo to clean up while I slung the condom into the bin by her bed. I saw a bit of blood on the condom, but the sheets were okay, so I threw on my boxers and crawled under the covers to wait for her. I didn’t even realise I fell asleep until I woke up hours later to find her sound asleep beside me.
“Sorry I passed out on you last night.” My voice is remorseful because that’s not how I wanted the night to end. I wanted to ask her questions and see how she was feeling. “Was it all…okay for you?”
“The sex?” she asks, her voice hitching up at the end. “God, yes! It was lovely. Everything I hoped it would be. Was it okay for you?”
“Definitely,” I reply with a laugh. “Honestly, it was dead brilliant on my end. I was just worried about you because it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, so I wanted to be sure I hadn’t lost my touch.”
“It’s been a while since you had sex?” Freya asks, sipping her coffee and eyeing me curiously.
