“You want to lie down?” she asked.
He shook his head no.
“No?”
“Didn’t your friend tell you the best way to get over one guy was to get under another?”
“I don’t know if she meant it that literally.”
“I’m taking it that literally. Stay on your back. I’ll come to you.”
“And on me?”
“Not yet. But maybe later.”
“If I’m good?”
“Now you’re learning.”
She stretched out on her back again. Chris stood up off the bed but only long enough to finishing undressing. Jeans off. Boxer briefs off. Wearing nothing but the slightest smile, he crawled back over her, took her wrists in his hands and pushed them over her head onto the bed. She lay there, panting, aroused, scared in all the best ways to be scared, the ways people courted danger by skydiving and having sex with near-strangers. But this felt safe, too, safe as a roller coaster. Controlled fear. Chris wasn’t a stranger even if he seemed like it when he acted like this. She’d known him since she was twelve and although years had passed since she and he had been friends, it didn’t matter. He was one of the good guys. Dillon made it out of high school alive and well thanks to Chris. Now she’d thank him personally.
“You can tell me no to anything,” he said as he straddled her chest with his knees. “You shouldn’t. But you can.”
“I don’t want to tell you no. I don’t want to tell you anything.”
“Why not?”
“I want you to put my mouth to better use.”
He laughed a genuine laugh, not sexy, just honest. Just a laugh.
With his hands still on her wrists and holding her lightly down on the bed, he bent down and kissed her on the lips.
Against them, he said, “I used to dream about being your first in high school. I didn’t tell Dillon that part of my crush.”
“You don’t get to be my first time. But maybe you can be the best time?”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
“I don’t know. So far so good.”
“Your ex wasn’t that good in bed?”
“He was fantastic in bed.”
He got the compliment. She could tell from the way he inhaled, like he felt the words as much as heard them. Chris released her wrist. He cupped the back of her neck to lift her so he could unhook her bra and remove it completely. It ended up with his clothes on the floor. She hoped she wouldn’t be seeing it again for many, many hours. Or ever.
Chris unbuttoned the top button of her jeans and he paused for a split second as if waiting for her to object. She had no objections. None. Instead of raising an objection, she raised her hips, allowing him to slide her jeans down her legs and off her. She was glad she’d taken the time to shave her legs in the shower. Once Kira planted that “jump him” seed in her brain, it had taken root. When he started to peel her underwear off, she knew it was going to happen and she was happy about it. She wanted this. No fear, no nervousness, no guilt. Only pleasure. As it should be.
Chris pressed a kiss onto her stomach. She dug her hands in his hair—such soft hair—and sighed as his lips left a burning trail from hip to hip and then down and down a little more.
“I thought it was your turn first,” she said as he kissed her upper thighs. He pushed her legs open.
“It’s our turn.”
“Our turn?”
In one impressively smooth movement, Chris turned around, straddled her shoulders and dropped his head between her legs. She lifted her head and took his cock into her mouth as he ran his tongue lightly up and down the seam of her vulva. Moaning, she opened her legs even wider for him and took more of him into her mouth. She gripped the back of his thighs and found them hard as steel in her hands. And he was hard as steel between her lips. The only thing soft was the kiss he placed on her clitoris. A gentle kiss followed by a lick and another lick. He spread her wider with his fingertips and licked her deeper inside. It felt so good she moaned, and since Chris’s cock was deep in her mouth he moaned, too. More of a groan than a moan. Whatever it was, Joey was pretty sure she’d never heard a man make a sound that sexy and sensual.