After Carson carefully towels me off, we straighten up the table and make sure we’re not leaving any evidence behind. Then we gather up our clothes and head to my bedroom.
Carson laughs out loud when we walk in. I turn and say, “What?” as my eyes roam over that swimmer’s body. Damn, he’s still hard. Really hard, even though he just came a few minutes ago.
“It’s still exactly the same. Nothing has changed. Even the single bed.”
“Yeah, Mom wanted it that way. It’s creepy, if you ask me.”
He comes up behind me and takes a breast in each hand, his cock nestling into the crack of my ass. “I think it’s kinda cute, actually. It’ll be fun to fuck you in here.”
And he does.
Repeatedly.
Him on top, me on top, him behind me...
By the time we’re done, I’ve had four orgasms, twice the number I’ve ever had in a single session before. And he’s had another himself, which I happily swallowed. Oh yeah, we did that, too.
The sex is literally the best ever, both physically and emotionally. Not just the best for me, but I’m convinced what the two of us do to each other on my single bed with Axl Rose looking down on us from his poster comprises the best sex any two human beings have ever had in the entire history of humanity. You’ll never convince me otherwise.
“I think we just redefined what amazing sex is,” Carson says.
“So it wasn’t just me?” I ask, lying next to him and holding his cock and marveling at the fact that it’s still erect after all that. “You really thought it was that good?”
“It was fucking incredible. But I knew it would be with you. I never expected it to be this good with other women.”
“Sex can be so disappointing sometimes.”
“Most of the time,” he says. “But not today.”
“Yeah, definitely not today.”
“Maybe it’s not that sex is usually disappointing, it’s just that we’ve both been fucking the wrong people.”
“And I’m the right person?” I ask with a playful grin.
“Maybe.”
“You called me ‘baby’ earlier.”
“Yeah. Did you like the way it sounded?”
“I have to admit, it was strange hearing you say it. But holy fuck, it sounded so sexy to hear it just after you fucked the hell out of me.”
“It was incredible.”
“Are you saying you enjoyed fucking me?”
His hand cups my breast and his thumb runs across my nipple, instantly perking it up. “Honestly, Quinn, watching you impale yourself on my cock and writhe your way to that last orgasm might have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“So am I still a pair of dirty old shoes?”
Carson laughs. “Well, you do have a dirty side I plan to explore. And no, you’re more like a perfect leather jacket. You know, the one you love so much and know that you’ll never be able to replace, no matter where you look. Does that sound better?”
I hesitate, almost afraid to say what I’m thinking. But after what we’ve just done, I have to.
“You said you love the jacket so much.”
“I do. More than I ever realized.”
I look up into his eyes, needing to see what’s there. It’s the same beautiful face I’ve looked at a thousand times before, but this time there’s something different behind those eyes. There’s a gleam I’ve never seen before.
“Just so we don’t get this all confused,” I say, “it’s the leather jacket you’re talking about, right?”
He gives me a look so jarringly intimate it rattles my very soul.
“I love you, Quinn. I have for years. I was just always afraid that you’d hate the idea.”
What the actual fuck?
“Say that again.”
“I love you, baby.”
“God, I could get used to the sound of that.”
“Good, ‘cause soon you’ll be hearing it again. Lots.”
I momentarily release his cock. “Carson, that’s the second time you’ve said something like that. What’s going on?”
“I’m moving back home,” he says with a grin.
“What? When? Why?” Fuck, I’m suddenly full of questions and yet can’t stop thinking about the fact that Carson just told me he loves me. Maybe he meant he loves me like a friend. A friend he just fucked. Fuckbuddies. I’m not crazy about that idea, but I will never turn down the chance to have sex with him again. Not after that.
“I’ve already put my place in Menlo Park on the market. There’s way too much stress in Silicon Valley, and now that I’ve cashed out and turned the company over to the new CEO, it’s time to relax a little. And we both know that Portland is the place to chill.”
Well, shit. This changes everything, and I need to be honest with him about it. Dammit.
“Carson, I only had sex with you today because I thought we wouldn’t see each other again for another few years. I thought it might be nice to hook up once a decade if we weren’t involved with someone else. I never thought you’d be living here, and I’d see you on a regular basis.”
“We can’t live in separate cities if we’re married. That would be stupid.”
I jerk straight up in bed, his hands falling off my tits.
“Are you high? Really, are you actually high right now?”
“Hey, we’re both thirty now, as of a month ago. Don’t you remember our promise?”
My head is now spinning, my emotions rapidly scrambling. And if that weren’t enough, my damn pussy is a little sore.
“Carson, we were kids when we said that. We didn’t actually mean it.”
My long-time best friend gives me another one of those intimate looks.
“Did we?” I ask, thoroughly confused. “Honestly, you’re starting to freak me out.”
“Do you love me, Quinn?”
“Of course I do. I’ve always loved you. You’re the best friend I’ll ever have.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders and we sit there on the bed, naked and staring into each other’s eyes.
“No, do you love me love me? Not as your friend, but as the guy who just had his cock in you, which by the way, is something friends do not do.”
In my confusion, I don’t respond. I can’t, because my head is still spinning.
“The reason I ask,” he continues, “is because I’m crazy in love with you. I have been nearly all my life. I tried to ignore it because we were friends, but every relationship I had just convinced me more and more that I got really lucky and found the love of my life the day I started second grade.”
“I always thought us having feelings like that for each other was forbidden. Taboo.”
“We’re adults now. We can do whatever we want. When I decided to sell my company, I had one goal in mind: to come back to Portland and hope you were available. Because if you weren’t, I’d have to kick some guy’s ass before I could claim you as mine.”
I literally have to force myself to breathe. This gorgeous man—my best friend for over twenty years—is actually professing his love for me.
It’s all too much, and my emotions come flooding out of me before I can check them.
“Of course I love you, Carson. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten my clothes off today. I just never stopped to consider the possibility that we could ever do anything together, as an actual couple, because I didn’t think you loved me that way.”
“Marry me, Quinn. Be my best friend and my wife.”
At this point I’m fighting to hold back tears. I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d ever have sex with Carson, but this… this would have been unimaginable.
“Can we make babies together?”
“Absolutely. Two of them. A boy and a girl.”
“Using this,” I say, grabbing his still-hard cock. “No turkey basters.”
“We can start trying right now. We have half an hour left.”
I’m not sure what to say because I’m suddenly giddy over what has transpired. “Jesus, is this thing always hard?”
“It will be for you because I love you so fucking much.”
I look into the eyes of the only man I’ve ever really loved and see that love returned to me. How could I have never noticed that before?
I kiss Carson hard. Like, really fucking hard, so hard it makes my mouth hurt. That kiss lasts at least five minutes, like the one in the closet in seventh grade.
“Oh my god,” I say when we come up for air. “Can we really start trying right now?”
“I’m ready if you are.”
I am ready, now that I can have the man of my dreams.
“Then put it in me.”
“First things first,” Carson says. “Answer my question.”
“What question?”
“Will you marry me? Raise a family with me? Grow old and always be together?”
“Are you seriously proposing marriage to me, Carson?”
“Seriously. And I’m not proposing it, I’m demanding it. I won’t take no for an answer because I know we’re perfect for each other.”
“In that case,” I say, “I would love to marry you and make babies and get old with you. Yes. YES!”
I throw my arms around Carson and lock him up for a giant passionate kiss that expresses everything I’ve been holding back for years. Sometime during that kiss, he lays me on my back and slides that hard cock into my newly wet pussy. This time there’s an emotional depth to our sex that is no longer just hinted out. It’s right out in the open, totally acknowledged and agreed upon.
Carson continues fucking me hard until he groans and absolutely explodes inside of me. When I feel that hot cum, my body detonates in yet another mind-numbing orgasm.
I laugh softly afterward. “My god, we’re going to kill each other if it’s always like this.”
“Yeah, but what a way to go.”
“I love you, Carson.”
“Good, because it would really suck if I were in this alone.”
When we finally catch our breath, I look at my alarm clock.
“Fuck. We need to get dressed. They’ll be home soon.”
“I’d really rather we just lie here naked all night.”
“Not yet,” I say as I climb out of bed and slip my panties on. I can feel Carson’s cum inside of me and it’s a thrill so delicious it sends a chill up my spine.
“So do we tell them tonight?” I ask.
“Your family? About us getting married and having kids?” My man laughs and says, “Yeah, the sooner we tell them, the less we’ll have to pretend we’re not madly in love.”
“Good point,” I say as I watch him tuck his cock into his underwear. As sore as I am, I can’t wait to have that inside me again.
When we’re dressed, we head out to the living room and I get us two tumblers of bourbon on the rocks. I didn’t even have to ask if he wanted one, or what he drank. I know this man like I know the back of my own hand.
A few minutes later, we see the headlights as Dad pulls the car into the drive.
“Ready for this?” Carson asks, putting his arm around me and kissing the crown of my head.
“Ready,” I say. “Jesus, is my mother going to be happy.”