I woke up on my stomach and groaned. A warm and heavy object lay across my naked back.

Naked back?

Lifting my head, I turned it and saw Jay’s beautiful face laying on the pillow next to me. His long lashes swept his cheekbones, and his face looked so peaceful as he slept. I fought the urge to run my finger lightly over the features of his face. His lips looked so soft, beckoning for my tongue to run along their seam.

Like a slow replay, our activities of the previous night came back to me. The copious amounts of Jack Daniels I consumed, mixed with the Tequila shooters Trigger gave me, followed by the sex I had with Jay in the middle of the pool area with other people still populating the area.

I groaned again and felt bile rising in my throat. How could I have let that happen? It was so out of character for me. I had never had sex in public before. I never even considered it. It had to be the alcohol stripping all my inhibitions and the fact that Jay talked a good game.

My head fell back to my pillow and I replayed our pool lounge interlude. For as wrong as my head said it was, I had to admit there was something erotic about doing it where others may or may not have been watching. In my defense, I was a little too in the moment to know if they were or not.

A major part of me was disappointed in the sex though. I did have my O moment, which was saying something, but I felt like it lacked all of the finesse that I expected from Jay. All the moves that he constantly teased about having. Our coupling had been hot and fast. There was no build up. No foreplay. He didn’t make me come out of my skin like I thought he would.

Maybe I had just built up our first time in my head so much that it was inevitable for me to feel like it fell short. Or maybe he just doesn’t have the skills he alluded to having these last few weeks.

I felt the bed shift as Jay moved and my body went rock solid. I wasn’t ready to deal with the morning-after fallout. His lips grazed my shoulder, and I fought the immediate shiver that followed. His lips began descending down over my back, and I panicked.

“We can’t do this,” I said with more haughtiness in my voice than I was aiming for.

He stilled his motions, and his body came up over mine. His bare chest felt good against my back. Skin on skin was definitely my favorite way to be with him.

“Why not,” he said softly in my ear. His hand shifted my hair so that he could kiss me on the sensitive spot behind my ear. Then I felt his tongue lightly touch me there and I knew if I didn’t put a stop to this soon, that we’d make the same mistake again.

“Because there was no heat between us.”

I felt him laugh against my neck. What the hell did he find so funny?

“What?” I snapped.

“No heat? Baby, were you there last night? We might as well have set the place on fire there was so much heat.”

“How drunk were you?” I asked skeptically.

“I could ask you the same thing. Did you not come all over my cock? ‘Cause it sure as hell felt like you did.”

“Well of course I did. It’s rather easy to give me an orgasm. So there… My point is, one minute we were kissing and the next we were coming. It was over before I knew it began.”

His body shook again as he laughed in my ear. His tongue traced a path along the outer shell once he finally stopped laughing. I couldn’t hide the shiver that delivered to my body.

“Last night we were drunk, T. The sexual tension between us had been building since we first met. That’s why it was over before we knew it began. If it wasn’t hot, then neither of us would have gotten off so quickly. Though, must say I’m pleased to know you can come easy, baby. Now it looks like I’m going to have to show you some more heat so this time you don’t forget.”

My protest died on my lips when his mouth went back to where it left off on my back. As he shifted lower, he pulled the sheet down over my body. His teeth nipped the skin of my butt where my underwear didn’t cover, right before they grasped the white lace and drew it down over my cheeks. His hands took over what his teeth started and pulled them the rest of the way down my legs.

I was already so unbelievably turned on by that move, that I lost all conscious thought and focused on what he was doing to me instead.

His hands drifted lightly up my inner thighs at the same time his mouth moved over my naked ass. I felt his fingers dip between my legs and rub along my now wet, and growing wetter by the minute, folds. My legs opened a little wider, craving more contact.

My arms went up over my head and pressed into the headboard for leverage so I could push down on his fingers working deep inside me.

“Roll over, baby.”

Wanting more from him, I did as he asked. The whole time, his fingers were still inside me and the swiveling motion made me moan. When I settled on my back, his fingers began moving again and his head descended towards my breast. I squeezed my eyes shut when his tongue traced my nipple right before his mouth closed over it and sucked hard. My back arched and my hips ground down on his fingers.

He worked both breasts with his mouth. Taking turns with each and leaving me begging for more. Whenever I thought I was going to come, he instinctively pulled away and cupped my mound. It was sheer madness how wild he was driving me. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that he was able to set me afire.

“Please,” I pleaded. I felt like I was going to come right out of my skin. He had taken me to the edge too many times to count, and I desperately needed a release.

“I thought you wanted heat,” he murmured around my breast.

“I want you to fuck me. Now.” My voice was breathless, but the demand was still there.

His tongue curled around my nipple and he shook his head in a negative gesture.

“Please,” I tried again when his finger curled and found my G-spot. Oh good heavens he was one of the few men who knew where it was. Hallelujah!

“Not until I’ve tasted you.” He lifted from his place at my chest and settled himself between my legs. He drew my knees back to open me up to him. I should have been embarrassed by the intimacy of it, but all I could think was that I needed him there. Like yesterday.

At the first sweep of his tongue, I bit my lip. At the second sweep of his tongue, I moaned. At the third sweep of his tongue, I whimpered.

His fingers began fucking me in earnest. His tongue made circles that had me seeing stars. It began building. A deep pull low in my belly that grew and grew. My legs started to tremble and the mewls and cries coming from my mouth got louder and louder.

When he applied suction to my clit, I exploded. My stomach muscles tensed, pulling my upper body up off the bed. My knees locked around his head. My pussy clenched over and over again.

I opened my eyes to see him hanging over the side of the bed and digging in his jeans pocket on the floor. He produced a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it down his impressive length.

“On your knees, chest to the bed,” he directed me. I instantly complied, wanting this next step more than my next breath.

His hands drifted over my skin, making me squirm with need. I felt the head of his penis rubbing along my clit, right before he positioned himself and drove into me. My head flew back and my fingers gripped the sheets on either side of my head.

“Such a sweet cunt, Tori. You feel that heat?”

I whimpered my agreement as he worked my body over. His movements were fast, hard and hungry. This was no quick fuck. It went on for a long time. And once again, my O was building like a huge tidal wave of pleasure.

“Oh shit! I’m coming,” I shouted as it hit me.

Jay’s thrusts accelerated until he was growling my name and coming inside me.

He dropped to his back beside me and I rolled to mine. We both stared at the ceiling panting and sweating in post coital bliss.

“Told you we’d be hot together,” he announced with a definite smugness in the tone of his voice.

“Yeah, but for how long?” I muttered, needing to get that off my chest. I was already having real feelings for him. Sleeping together would only amplify that. Now that I had connected with him on the most intimate level, I knew casual was no longer a possibility.

“I don’t think that kind of chemistry is going to die out anytime soon, T.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant how long are you going to want me around, Jay? I’m not the kind of girl who’s any good with casual. I need more.”

He rolled on his side to face me. My head turned to see that he looked surprised by my question. That was never a good sign. Apparently the default setting for anyone with a dick was to think with it. Clearly that’s what Jay had been doing.

“I don’t do relationships, baby. I might play with you more than once if you got something I like, but I won’t get chained down by any one woman. Been there, done that and definitely don’t want to do it again.”

“I’m not looking to chain you down. I’m not even looking for hearts and flowers. I am looking for more than a few great fucks, though.”

He rolled onto his back again and stared at the ceiling. His hands scrubbed down his face in frustration. “Is this where you force me to make a commitment I’m not ready for?”

His words felt like a swift kick in the gut. I couldn’t believe he really thought I’d do that to him. I was glad he couldn’t see the hurt that had to be written all over my face.

“No, it’s not. It’s where I say we can’t sleep together anymore. Some people are better off as friends. Looks like that’s the case with us. This is good,” I said more to myself than to him. “If I’m going to work for you, keeping things platonic is good.”

Faster than I thought possible, he rolled out of bed and headed towards the attached bathroom. Even though I felt like shit knowing I was nothing more than a warm body in his bed, I still had to admire the view of his tight, perfectly shaped ass since it was probably the last time I would see it bare.

* * *

Jay

What is it with women always wanting a relationship? Can’t they just take it one day at a time and see what happens?

All I wanted from Tori was for her to spend a little time with me, keep making me laugh, and to work my cock over whenever the mood struck. Instead, she throws in my face she wants more. Sometimes I really hated that word.

Stepping under the spray of the shower, I fought the urge inside me to go tell Tori I’d give her whatever she wanted. It’s so unlike me, that I’m a little concerned her pussy is blinding me.

I’m no weak sucka, so my only shot at keeping myself in check is to cut her loose completely.

Nah, that wouldn’t work. She fucking owns my mind a good portion of the time, so letting her go only stood to hurt me as well. Something about her allures me like nothing else. It could be her fan-fucking-tastic body or her killer sense of humor. Or maybe it’s the way she looks at me like I can do anything. Like I’m a man worthy of her attention.

Who the fuck knows? And really, does it fucking matter?

The whole back and forth thing where I argue with myself was so foreign to me that I slammed the bottle of shampoo down a little harder than necessary.

Maybe I could just be friends with her like she suggested. At least that way I’d still get to have her goodness and light around. Not being able to sample the heaven between her legs whenever I wanted would suck, but I had plenty of pussy lined up whenever I needed it. It didn’t matter that her face was the one I’d be seeing with each of them.

And hell… maybe she’d give me a taste every once in a while.

You only live once, might as well see what comes of it.

* * *

Tori

After flushing the condom and taking a quick shower, Jay came back into the room and started putting his clothes on.

Well then. It would seem that as soon as I said friends only, I was no longer worthy of his time. I couldn’t believe he was just up and leaving me lying here naked with all my emotions stripped bare. Until that moment I held out hope that he was going to be sensitive to my feelings.

“Get up and get moving,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head. “We’re leaving in thirty for breakfast.”

I scrambled to my knees, holding the sheet to my chest. “Breakfast?”

“Yeah. You want to be friends. Friends eat together, right?”

I nodded and hated myself for being thrilled with the fact that he wanted to spend time with me still. I was so thrilled that I didn’t even think to question his abrupt change in behavior. I said it before and I’d say it again, no matter what happened romantically with Jay, I always wanted him in my life.

“Then let’s go, baby. I’m hungry.”

“Okay,” I climbed out of bed and dragged the sheet with me into the bathroom. I found a toothbrush that he must have left on the counter for me and went to town on my mouth. Then I pulled my hair back into a messy knot and quickly jumped into the shower. I didn’t think it would be appropriate to go to breakfast while reeking of sex.

I pulled on my clothes from the day before, sans panties. Going commando would never be my first choice, but it was the only choice I had besides putting on my dirty underwear.

I raced down the stairs and found Jay in the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

“Ready,” I said, slightly winded from rushing.

“Let’s roll.”

He grabbed his keys and then we rolled.

I was afraid the dynamic in our friendship would have changed after having sex, but I needn’t worry. At breakfast, Jay showed me I was still as important to him now as I was yesterday. It made me feel loved, even if it was just a platonic love.