Unfortunately for both of them, they couldn’t move on until he came in and did his part and he damn well better be planning on doing his part, because if he really thought that she was going to go over there and make this already fucked up situation any worse, then he was out of her mind. If he came over here, she could pretend to sleep, he could apologize, and they could go on as though he hadn’t just had her on the verge of the most powerful orgasm of her life.
If, on the other hand, she decided to get this whole thing over with, she would have to get out of this bed, something that she was strongly opposed to, go downstairs, face him and be the one to make an awkward excuse for what just happened while trying to act like she was unaffected and wasn’t seriously considering all the pros of jumping him and demanding that he continue where they left off.
No, it was definitely better if she stayed here, waited for the awkward apology and find a way to work up the nerve to look him in the eye in a few weeks and pretend that he hadn’t had his tongue inside her. It wasn’t going to be easy and she fully expected some rough moments along the way, but if it meant keeping their friendship intact, then she would-
“Push the cover off,” the man that had taken his sweet ass time said, making her sigh in relief that it was almost over.
“I know that you’re awake, Marybeth,” he said in a seductive whisper that had her body trembling and giving her the first clue that this awkward apology might not end up going the way that she’d planned.
Her second clue of course was a little more obvious and had her gasping in shock as she felt the cover raised off her body and-
“Oh, God,” she grumbled when her warm comforter was suddenly replaced by a warm, large naked, aroused male.
Instead of giving her a half-assed apology or trying to pretend that nothing happened between them, he chuckled seductively as he gent
ly rolled her onto her back and settled in between her legs, reminding her of something very important. During her mad dash up the stairs and her follow-up dive beneath her covers, she forgot to pull on a pair of panties and oversized sweat shorts.
“I want you, Marybeth,” he said with a pleasured groan, leaning down to brush his lips against hers as his large cock slid against her slit, letting her know that he more than meant it.
“I-” she started to say only to have her words get caught in her throat as he ground that large cock of his between her legs, hitting all the best spots at once and making it very difficult to think about anything besides spreading her legs further, tilting her hips and making sure that the next move brought him inside her.
“Tell me that you don’t want me to fuck you, Marybeth, and I’ll walk away,” he whispered hoarsely, “Tell me to walk away. Tell me that you don’t want me as much as I want you,” he groaned, punctuating every word with a kiss and a gentle thrust of his cock against her increasingly wet slit.
She opened her mouth, but the only sound that she could make was a strangled moan as he ground his cock harder against her. At some point her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him tightly against her, desperate to keep him where he was, and terrified that he would stop.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled more urgently, grinding his cock harder against her as she felt every muscle in his body flex. “Please, tell me to fucking stop!”
“I-I…,” she said, licking her dry lips as she struggled to think straight, to do the right thing, to remember why they shouldn’t be doing this, but with every thrust of his cock against her, she forgot what she wasn’t supposed to have and started to focus on what she had to have.
She wanted him, needed him and at some point she’d apparently told him that.
“Oh my God!” she found herself screaming at the top of her lungs when he did exactly what she asked for.
An incredibly sexy growl rumbled through his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pulled out only to slide back inside of her with a pleasured groan. Her fingers fisted in his hair on the third stroke and by the fourth stroke she was kissing him in the way that she’d always dreamed of.
Even if it meant that she could never have him.
The rest of their story can be found in Double Dare…