But while I’m busy trying to think of what to say, she dives in and reaches for the button on my jeans. Her nimble fingers work it open, a wry grin lighting up her face. “It’s my turn.”
I should be a gentleman and stop her, but she plunges her hand into my pants. Then she’s touching my dick. She’s actually touching it and I risk a glance at her face, not sure what I’ll see. I’ve never done this with anyone, and can she tell that? Does she know by the way my body trembles when her fingers gently draw out my hard cock?
She’s frowning at it, and I recognize that expression. It’s the one she gets when she’s puzzling over something. She rubs her fingers through the precum from my already weeping shaft, letting it lubricate her hand.
“I haven’t. I’m new at this. All of it.” She gives me a slight squeeze.
I groan at her squeeze, at the sight of her fingers barely able to wrap around my cock. But most of all, I groan at the idea that she’s a virgin like me. She’s beautiful and smart and sexy, everything a guy could want. I thought for sure she’d probably gotten her rocks off with somebody in town.
She stops squeezing me and glances up, panic in her gaze.
“It felt good,” I explain. I don’t ever want her to stop. “And uh, for what it’s worth, fuck. That’s nice. Keep pumping it like that.”
She works me up and down, learning what I like based on the hissing moans I make and the way my hips roll forward, thrusting into her fingers.
Just when I think I’m going to come, she gets a gleam in her eye. “I want to try something else.”
Then she does what I never expected. She pushes down my pants to my thighs and drops to her knees. She’s eye level with my hard cock. My best friend is on her knees. For me. I’m a fuckin’ king.
“Naked,” I growl the word. If she’s going to be on her knees playing out my favorite fantasy, it should be my most depraved one.
She hesitates but only for a second before she’s pulling off her sweater and tossing it down. Her blue jeans are next until she’s only in her green bra and panties. There are Christmas trees on both of them, along with a little red bow. The sight reminds me that she’s my gift this year, and damn, we’re both going to enjoy that.
She undoes her bra slowly, letting down those generous tits that I got to cup and feel earlier tonight. She removes her panties quickly and tries to block my view of them as she does. But I see. I see the telltale wet spot on the front of them. I smell the musk of her arousal and see her damp pussy lips hidden under that beautiful full bush.
My cock jerks at the sight and I have to squeeze him hard to keep from coming on the spot. Even years of learning to edge on my own couldn’t have prepared me for this, the sight of my woman in all her naked glory.
She gives me a wry grin and whispers, “I might suck at this.”
Then she’s licking my cock. She licks a stripe on the underside slowly, and I thrust in response. The barbell is cold in contrast to her warm flesh. It’s fucking otherworldly how good it feels.
But it’s when she opens her lips and takes just the tip that I have to fight for control. Everything in me is demanding I ram deep into her, but I ignore my body’s urges. If I want her again—hell if I want more than tonight—I have to go slow and not act like the caveman she accused me of being.
My fingers tangle in her hair. “Look at you, on your knees for me. Taking my cock like a good girl.”
It’s not just her tongue either or the way she keeps working me deeper in her mouth. It’s the noises she’s making. She’s enjoying this just as much as me. The thought makes me harder, and I know I’m done for.
“Shit, I’m coming,” I warn as my balls draw tight and my muscles tense. The pleasure is already building at the base of my spine, but I grit my teeth and push it back for just a few seconds longer.
She doesn’t pull away though. Peyton keeps licking and feasting on me until I’m shooting my load deep into her mouth. She swallows every drop of my come, only pulling away when I’ve finally exhausted myself.
She grins up at me then, her eyes shining with excitement. In this moment I finally understand that it gave her pleasure to please me. The same way it did for me.
I cup her face, feeling a rush of tenderness for this woman. I can’t let her go. I can’t ever let her run away from me again. “Let’s start a family.”
7
PEYTON
I wantto believe that the look in Ledger’s eyes means something. I want to believe that he loves me back. For one heart-pounding moment, I consider being brave. I think about telling him how I feel but then he opens his mouth, “Let’s start a family.”
My heart cracks down the middle again, the way it always does when I’m around him. Not for the first time, I wish I could look at him and just see a friend. I wish I didn’t feel this attraction, this need to always be near him.
This isn’t about love. This isn’t even about two friends having good sex. This is about making a baby. I can’t even let myself indulge in self-pity. I mean, he’s giving me exactly what I asked for. Only now I see I asked for it wrong. When I asked for a baby, I was really asking for Ledger and me to be a family. A pretty damn stupid request looking back.
“Hey there, we don’t have to do this,” Ledger says. He’s on his knees beside me now, my cheek cupped in his big hand. He’s staring at me with concern etched on his features.
“I want it,” my voice quivers and I hate that. I hate being weak in front of anyone but especially Ledger. Because every time I am, he comforts me.