“Well, you can’t blame a girl for trying.” She sighed out her disappointment even as she cuddled closer.
Even though I’d rejected her request for a backrub, my fingers began to lazily strum up and down her arm. And no, I couldn’t blame her for trying anything at all. All her warmth and softness soaking into me reminded me of what else she’d tried lately.
I knew I was being a total guy, but every thought in my brain turned to sex. After the night I’d had, sex should probably be the last thing I wanted, but for some reason, all I could think about was how every reason I’d been trying to stay away from Sarah suddenly seemed moot.
I’d been worried about freaking her out with my weirdness, except she was aware of that now and had actually seemed turned on by the idea of bondage.
I’d been afraid our friendship might suffer, but it felt so strong at the moment, I knew I could trust it to weather anything.
I’d thought everything with my mother had made me dirty, but after a stern talking-to from Sarah, I was finally accepting the idea that maybe I had been a victim, so honestly, I shouldn’t feel too filthy to contaminate her. And she didn’t seem disgusted by me, which went a long way.
So, yeah, with all those reservations out of the way, I just wanted to do her. Hard, fast, slow, intense, languidly, and every way in between.
I wondered if she’d kick me in the nads if I asked, though. She’d tried so hard to talk me into it, and I’d resisted; it would serve me right if she spat a rejection right back in my face now that I was on board with the idea.
Then again, she’d been brave and faced rejection for me. It only seemed right that I do the same for her.
“Sarah?” I murmured, my heart beginning to pound as I looked up at the ceiling and bit the inside of my lip.
“Mmm?” she asked, nuzzling her nose up my throat and making my already hard dick pulse with need.
I groaned and took her wrist before drawing her hand down and placing her palm firmly over the crotch of the sweatpants I was wearing. The warmth from her fingers soaked through the cloth and made my cock jerk.
Sucking in a surprised breath, Sarah lifted her face to look into my eyes. “I...are you saying...are you sure it’s okay that I’m touching you here? No bad déjà vu?”
With a laugh over how cute her reaction was, I shook my head. “Not yet. I think holding your wrist and controlling every move you make helps.”
“Oh! Well...” She gulped, looking so adorably excited I wanted to kiss her. “Control whatever you need to, then.”
“You don’t mind?” I asked, searching her flushed, wide-eyed expression as I made her hand rub up and down my length.
She snorted. “You’re kidding me, right? This is freaking awesome. I can’t believe...” Her gaze ran over me before it settled on her hand that still pressed against my junk. “It’s so hard.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s an improvement from last night when you called it soft.”
“What?” Brow knitting, she glanced at me before she remembered she’d said that. “Oh...no! That’s not what I meant. It was hard underneath, sure. But the surface...I didn’t know the skin would be that soft.”
Grinning, I finally relieved her of her worry, saying, “I knew what you meant.”
She scowled and called me a meanie for letting her think I’d been hurt. But I only laughed again and pulled her hand off me before rolling us until she was nestled on her back and I was on top of her.
Settling my hips between her legs, I pressed against the apex of her thighs, making my erection grind against her clit. Together, we gasped and gripped each other. I caught her hands and pulled them above our heads. Then I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her.
Our tongues dueled and tangled. Our breaths mixed. Our bodies strained.
I could feel her breasts through her tank top, and I needed to taste them, so I caught the hem of her top and tugged it up and over her head.
“Your shirt too,” she gasped, her eyes glazed with need. “I love seeing your bare chest.”
It took me half a second to rip my shirt off, and once I did, I was finally able to focus on the breasts I’d just unveiled.
“Fuck...me,” I uttered.
“I will if you want me to,” Sarah said cattily, making me dart my gaze to her and realize...we were doing this. We were really going to do this.
“Okay,” I started, only to wince and press a fist to my head. “Shit. I don’t have anything.” Then daring to ask, I met her gaze hopefully. “Do you think Mason has any—”
“No.” Sarah pointed a finger at my nose. “We are not stealing condoms from my brother. Besides...” A smile lit her face. “Open my top drawer there. Dig to the bottom of the pile of underwear.”