AJ

I made her come. Holy shit, I made a girl come.

Hot fucking damn.

I rested my head on Claudia's hip and smoothed a hand up her other thigh, letting her catch her breath. I tried to be patient, but excitement coursed through me, anticipation prickling over my skin. The need to be inside her, to make her come again and again clawed at me. I wanted to hear her sexy moan-squeak all night.

When she ran her hand over my head and murmured, "AJ," I couldn't stay still any longer. I crawled up her body, leaving a trail of kisses up the center. Her hands on my back were like brands.

I used my thighs to push hers wider, then propped myself on my elbows and looked down at her. Her legs came around me as she gave me a lazy, satisfied smile.

Hot fucking damn. I'd done that.

I grinned.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, stud. You got me off. Act like you've been here before." She knocked me with her hip, which slid my throbbing dick along the soft skin of her belly.

I groaned. Caught in my moment of weakness, I let the admission slip. "Not in over two years."

"What?" Her eyes went wide. "You're kidding, right?"

Shit. Like I wanted this conversation now. Or ever.

"Liv didn't like oral. Thought it was icky." I needed to get Claudia off the subject of my ex and back to moaning. I shifted my hips so my cock rubbed between her legs.

She was all wet and slippery and hot and I needed to be inside her. I really didn't want to lose it and come, which was a very real danger if she kept rolling her hips to counter mine. Damn, we fit well together.

"But she, like, came other ways, right?"

I dropped my head to Claudia's shoulder, not wanting to see her expression when I admitted this. "A few times."

She grabbed my face and pulled it up.

This was why people didn't sleep with their friends. There was no respect for proper sexual decorum.

"A few times. In two years. She only—"

I kissed her. If she didn't have to respect proper sexual decorum, neither did I. It didn't take long for her to wrap around me, arms and legs and tongue, and there was no more talk of Olivia.

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Claudia

It was usually fifty-fifty whether or not I'd come a second time. But tonight, it didn't matter what I had to do. If I had to suck my own nipples and play with my clit, I was going to come again for AJ. No wonder he'd grinned like he was the first man on Mars.

Two years.

The way he was kissing me, the way his body pressed into mine, catching my clit every time he thrust, it seemed there was a good chance I wouldn't have to lend him a hand. He was already leading me back up the climb to orgasm all on his own, and he wasn't even inside me yet.

I opened my eyes and found him looking back at me. He eased back and reached up to smooth my hair out of my face.

"You don't mind how that tastes?"

I pulled my eyebrows into a frown. "Cheeseburger and pizza? No, it's fine."

One side of his mouth curled up. "No. How you taste. On me. I mean, because I—"

I kissed him again, a slow pull of his lips with mine, then leaned back. "It's hot."

"God damn." His hand slid up my ribs until he cupped my breast. His thumb flicked my nipple and we both moaned.

The head of his cock nudged between my legs, so close to sliding in. Instinct had me tilting closer, trying to draw him into me.

"I can't wait," he breathed.

"I don't want to."

He stroked me, once, twice more. "I need a condom." He lifted himself off me, pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then slid off the bed. "Don't go anywhere."

I watched his tall, broad body move to the dresser. "Wouldn't dream of it."

I couldn't take my eyes off him. I'd seen him nearly-naked plenty of times. Competitive swimwear didn't leave much to the imagination. And there had been more than one intoxicated mooning occurrence over the course of our friendship.

Still, something was different. Not just the impressive hard-on he sported. Though that did make my mouth water at the idea of having it inside me. But where it had been awkward and uncomfortable to ogle him just an hour ago — was that really only an hour ago? Two at most — now it felt not only normal but expected.

"You have a great ass."

He stood, cocked his hip so that great ass thrust in my direction, and looked over his shoulder with an exaggerated-sexy expression. "You think so?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. Now get it back here."

He tore open the packet as he covered the short distance in long strides. He paused to roll on the condom, then fell next to me on the bed. On his side, he scooted until our bodies were flush.

With a tender smile I'd never seen on him before, he smoothed my hair out of my face. "Hi."

I returned his smile. My body still hummed with desire, but this was nice too. The benefits of sleeping with a friend.

Friends with benefits. Was that what we were doing?

No, we were thinking about that tomorrow.

"You still OK?" he asked.

I ignored the warmth seeping into my chest. "Not if you don't get on with this," I joked. If we had any hope of preserving our friendship when this was over, whether it was one night or a longer-standing FWB (friends with benefits) arrangement, I had to keep it light.

He laughed, then pounced. His mouth took mine and he rolled me to my back. Moving as if it were the most natural thing in the world, my legs wrapped around his hips and we started moving together.

As his cock found my entrance – finally – he lifted his head. He watched me with an expression of almost awe. "We're doing this." He started to slide inside.

My breath caught and a sound escaped. He felt so good. "We are," I managed on an exhalation.

"Damn." He slid in farther.

"Yeah." I arched up to meet him.

With a long, exhaled groan, he slid all the way in. For an endless moment, we stared into each other, bodies locked together, taking it in, absorbing the sensations.

He closed his eyes and his expression looked somewhere between agony and bliss. My chest felt so full I couldn't take it; I needed a release valve.

So I kissed him, and he gave himself to me completely. We began to move, quickly finding a rhythm that had us panting and moaning and occasionally calling the other's name. My hands slid up and down his back, sometimes gripping the shifting muscles of his ass as he worked in and out of my body.

Eventually we couldn't do more than cling to each other as our bodies pounded together. "Tell me you're close," he panted into my neck, lips trailing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I barely had the breath to grunt an affirmative noise. "Harder," I gasped.

He groaned and picked up speed and within moments lights burst behind my eyelids and I started to shake.

"Claudia." And he too shook as the pleasure gripped us and sealed us together.

Everything in me clung to him; arms, legs, deep inside my body. He jerked one last time, then released into my embrace. My own orgasm still rolled through me, a seemingly never-ending pleasure. His weight on top of me only added to it.

It felt like hours before I could loosen my grip on him and collapse. He rolled to the side, withdrawing from me but keeping an arm under my back. He turned his face into my hair and we lay like that, our ragged breath the only sound in the room.

Eventually the chill set in. The room had been comfortable before, but now that the sweat from our exertion was drying on my skin, it left me needing clothes or a blanket.

Or a bath for two in that awesome whirlpool tub. It would have been awkward to bathe alone with my male friend in the next room. But if we were going to spend all night like this, it could be decidedly un-awkward to enjoy that amenity.

A shiver ran through me, startling AJ enough that he lifted his head.

"You OK?"

I smiled, a tender smile I had never used with him before. "Fantastic."

There was that cocky grin. "You came. Again."

"I did. Thank you."

His smile softened, becoming almost tender too. "Thank you." He smoothed a hand over my cheek, then threaded his fingers into my hair. "I don't really want to talk about it, especially not now. But I'd started to think maybe it was me, not her. Or us together."

My throat closed in anguish for him. I put my hand to his chest, needing to touch him. Beneath my palm, his heart still beat faster than normal. "I'm sorry I didn't know things weren't working for you guys."

His expression turned wistful, which was a rarity for AJ. "We were a terrible couple. I was too focused on swimming and she played games to make me pay attention to her. And she didn't like sex, or at least didn't like it with me."

After the mind-blowing events of the past half hour, I couldn't imagine not liking sex with AJ. If we decided on leaving this at a one-time thing, part of me would be very disappointed. But I'd been with guys where there was so little chemistry, I got more excitement from a gardening catalog.

"For what it's worth…." I slid my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me for a kiss. I kept it light, only lips, no tongues. "I loved sex with you."

When he drew back, his cocky grin was firmly in place. He slid off the bed and offered me his hand. "We've got all night, that bathtub is big enough for two, and it has massage jets. It would be a crime against decadence if we didn't try it out."

Grinning back, I took his hand and let him lead me to the bathroom.