Blood rushes in my ears and heats my cheeks when I realize what he just asked. Are you a virgin? His eyes pierce mine when I look up at him and I know one way or another I’m going to have to tell him. “Do I have to say it out loud? You obviously already know.” I want to curl up in a ball in the corner of the room. I’m so embarrassed.
But then he smiles, this big ass cheesy grin, and I feel like something has shifted between us, like the earth has shifted on its axis.
“You have no fucking clue how hard that makes me, do you?” I blink, looking up at him in astonishment. Did he really just say what I think he did?
“W...Why does that make you…” I ask, skirting around the word. “You know…?” Reed smirks and starts to unbutton his shirt. I can feel my thighs clench with need and I want him. I want him so badly I can almost taste him on my tongue.
“Because as strange as it is, knowing I’ll be your first makes me feel like a god. I know I’ll make it perfect for you.”
His cocky words should make me angry, but they don’t. They turn me on so much my body shifts uncomfortably against the sheets. I’ve always wanted Reed to be my first, to be the man I choose to give myself to.
“What are you doing?” I squeak, watching as he takes off his jacket and finishes unbuttoning his dress shirt. My mouth waters when I catch a peek of his abs beneath the undershirt he’s wearing. We aren’t actually going to do it yet, are we? I don’t know if I’m ready to go there tonight.
Reed smirks, using one arm to grip the neck of his undershirt at the back of his head. He yanks it off, letting it fall to the ground and revealing his stunning body to me. “I owe you an apology and we need to test the waters. Let me make you feel good, Fallon. Let me give you the best orgasm of your life.”
It takes me a minute to realize what he’s asking. My best friend is asking me if he can give me an orgasm and all I can think is, yes, yes please get me off. I want to scream the word, but settle for a breathless yes and nod.
As soon as I give my permission, he pounces, crawling up over me and forcing me to lie back on the bed. His huge arms cage me in, and I feel safe in his arms, like nothing can hurt me ever again. My eyes close when his mouth covers mine. This kiss is nothing like any of the others I’ve had. Reed devours my mouth, his tongue thrusting in and out the way I wish another part of him was between my legs.
He explores every inch of my mouth before abandoning it to trail kisses down my jaw. My body quivers with need, my breaths coming out in pants and my body going taut when his teeth scrape my earlobe. Reed’s lips continue moving down my throat, stopping briefly when they touch the fabric of my dress. The anticipation is going to kill me. I already feel like I’m about to come, and he’s barely touched me.
I tremble, waiting for him to do something, anything, to ease my ache. When all he does is brush soft kisses along the edge of my collar, I can’t stop my pleas.
“Reed,” I moan, “please…I need....” My head thrashes back and forth against the soft comforter. I don’t know how to ask for what I want.
His head lifts, and the smile he gives me promises all sorts of dirty things, “I know what you need, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
One finger dips under the edge of the fabric, barely touching my overheated skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. My back arches in a desperate attempt to get closer, and when he pulls the top of my dress down to bare my breasts I’m instantly glad I chose to wear it because it’s stretchy enough that he can.
I expect him to move the cup of my bra out of his way, but he doesn’t. Instead he uses his tongue to trace my nipple through it, soaking the silk and making it rub provocatively against my skin. Using his hand, he plucks my other nipple, causing it to harden more, elongating for him like it’s begging for his mouth.
He alternates between licking and sucking my nipples until I’m writhing on the bed beneath him, the only sound in the room my whimpers and the wet sound of his mouth against my flesh.
My attention is so focused on what he’s doing to the upper half of my body, I don’t notice his hand move until his finger traces a path up my inner thigh. I jolt at the contact, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against my sensitive breast.
Reed’s finger traces the edge of my panties, never touching the spot I need him to the most. I groan in frustration and attempt to move my hips up, trying to force him right where I want him. Instead of getting what I want, I’m shocked when he bites down on my nipple, pleasure and a tinge of pain rushing through me. That’s when he raises his mouth to hover over mine.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, his lips brushing against mine with every word. I nod frantically, and when he still doesn’t move his finger closer, I manage to croak out a yes, loving the fact that he’s asking for permission with each new experience.
He wants this to be good for me, to be perfect, and I swear it makes me want him a hundred times more.
“Yes,” I say again.
As soon as the word leaves my mouth, his finger slides under the edge of my panties, and he groans loudly. “So damn smooth...so fucking wet.”
My insides clench, and I pray he doesn’t stop. “I need you, Reed,” I gasp, willing to beg, to plead if he wants me to. I’ve never been this pent up for a release. Then again, I’ve never craved someone the way I do Reed, and it scares me. It fucking terrifies me.
“Perfection takes time, Fal. You need to have patience.” He scoots back, pushing my dress up over my hips and exposing my lower half. His finger brushing over my clit makes me pant, a deep moan slipping from my lips when he flicks the swollen nub.
“Has a man ever tasted you?” I lick my lips, almost unable to form a coherent thought. I shake my head furiously, wanting his touch, needing his touch.
“Use your words, Fallon. I need to hear you say it,” There’s an edge to Reed’s voice when he speaks, and out of fear that he may stop I answer him.
“No… No man has ever put his mouth on me.” My body trembles, pleading for an orgasm, one only he can give me. He smiles, and I nearly come when he wraps his fingers around the flimsy edge of my thong and yanks. The material is no match for his strength. All it takes is a sharp snap and they’re gone, leaving the most private part of my body bared to him. I should feel shy, but I don’t. I should close my legs and tell him we can’t do this, that it’s wrong, but I can’t.
It feels so right. The scrap of lace hits the floor, and Reed kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands gently spreading my legs apart, exposing my pussy to the cool air. Goose bumps cover my skin and I shiver involuntarily as he blows against my slit.
“I never thought I’d be the first man to do this to you.” He’s almost growling, and I want to beg him to lick me, to suck my swollen clit into his mouth, but he’s already there. “I never thought I’d get to do this to you at all,” is the last thing he says before he pulls my clit into his mouth and nudges one finger inside me.
The combination of sensations is too much and my climax catches me by surprise. It feels nothing like the orgasms I’ve given myself using fantasies of him. Instead, it rides right on the edge of pain and pleasure like I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life. Air fills my lungs, as if I’m breathing for the first time.
Butterflies explode inside my belly, and I grin, “Reed…” I sigh his name through a smile, feeling like I’m floating. My pussy squeezes his thick finger, and I wish it was his cock inside me instead.
“Jesus fuck, Fallon.” His words meet my ears, but I can’t comprehend them when he starts lapping up my release, his tongue slipping between my folds with each lick. He moves his finger in and out of me, causing another orgasm to build deep inside me.
“Oh, God!” I cry out, biting my bottom lip. I don’t want to scream but the pleasure is overwhelming me.
“Give it to me. I want to see you come again,” he demands, a second finger slipping into my tight channel like he’s spreading me wider to prepare me for his cock.
“Don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly, lifting my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He curls them up, rubbing against a spot that’s going to send me flying.
My head is still spinning when he kisses the inside of my thigh. My skin is tingling, my body right on the edge of that proverbial cliff. With one last scissoring of his fingers inside me, I come, my body shaking and my legs turning to jelly as pleasure like I’ve never felt before courses through my veins.
My breathing is erratic and my heartbeat pounds in my ears. I’m almost afraid to open my eyes out of fear that this all just might be a dream.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” Reed’s voice is deep and gravelly, forcing me to follow the command. When my eyes open I’m greeted with his handsome form looming over me. He looks very much like a man now, less like the person I’d grown up with for the last twenty years.
“That…” I don’t have the words to describe the way he’s made me feel tonight, and he must know it because he simply shakes his head and places two fingers against my lips. I wrap my lips around those fingers, the salty taste of my own release filling my mouth. It explodes against my tongue as Reed watches me with a hunger so wild in his eyes I wonder if he’s going to drop his dress slacks and climb on top of me.
Will I let him if he does?
“I thought you were gorgeous before, but there’s nothing quite as beautiful as you falling apart against my tongue and fingers.” I suck harder, wanting him so badly it almost hurts. When he pulls away disappointment fills me.
“Do you want me to…?” My voice trails off as I sit up, adjusting my dress top. With no panties on, I guess I’ll be walking home commando.
Reed runs a hand through his thick dark brown hair, and I’m not sure he’s doing it out of frustration or to stop himself from touching me.
I ignore his silence and make my way over to where he is standing, my body moving on its own accord as I drop to my knees in front of him. He goes solid, his blue eyes piercing mine when I reach for the button on his dress slacks.
“You don’t have to do that. Tonight was about you. I owed you an apology. The problem is I want to apologize again and again, but with my cock.” His response startles me because I’m not expecting him to want me as badly as I want him.
“But I want to…” I nibble nervously on my bottom lip. “Please?” I add, hoping the added measure helps. A ghost of a smile pulls at his lips as he whispers the next words.
“You’re so perfect, Fallon, so fucking perfect.” Excitement zings through me when I realize I’m actually going to do this. I’m going to suck my best friend’s cock, the man I’ve been fantasizing about since I was old enough to know what sex was.
I undo the button on his pants before I lose my courage. Reed cups my cheek, cradling it in his palm while running his thumb along my bottom lip. The second his slacks are undone they fall to the floor revealing a very naked, very excited Reed.
“You go commando?” I ask in shock. Reed merely smirks as I take in his huge length. He’s so long and thick, thicker than anything I’ve laid eyes on. As I stare at him, fear starts to trickle through me. How is that going to fit in any part of my body?
“Don’t be scared.” He must sense the tension rolling off of me. I push down the fear and wet my lips before taking his length into my hands. I won’t let my trepidation stop me from doing this.
He groans loudly at the touch of my hand, his head tipping back to look at the ceiling. I take the moment to lick the tip of his cock, my tongue swirling around the head gently. His hands drop to grip his thighs, the cords in his arms straining as though he’s holding himself back.
“Are you okay?” I ask, grinning impishly as I run one finger up and down his smooth shaft. The head is velvety soft, softer than I expected a cock to feel.
“I’m perfect,” he grits out through his teeth, and I hold back the laughter threatening to escape me, choosing to suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I open wide, trying to work more of him inside and alternating between sucking and licking, hoping like hell it feels good since I’ve only ever done this once before.
He moans, and I look up at him, the intense expression on his face making me press my thighs together with renewed need. Reed’s looking at me like I’m the center of his world and the feeling is addictive. I want him to always look at me this way.
There’s no way I can fit all of him in my mouth, so I wrap one hand around his base and stroke it up and down the part of his length not filling my mouth. His moans get louder, and it’s all I can do not to drop one hand between my own legs. He was all about me earlier, though, so this needs to be all about him. I need to show him I can pleasure him just as much as he pleasured me.
Reed’s hips start thrusting forward to meet my mouth and when he hits the back of my throat, I try to swallow, having watched and read enough porn to know I need to do that if I want to deep-throat him. It doesn’t work as well as it does in those videos, but the small gagging sound I make has him swelling larger in my mouth as his hand comes up to rest on the back of my head.
He pulls my hair up into a makeshift ponytail and starts directing my movements, his hand moving my head in a sexy rhythm, urging me to take him deeper each time. The taste of his pre-cum fills my mouth as he gets closer to orgasm, and I greedily swallow it, wanting every bit of him I can get.
He takes my mouth with carnal need which turns me on further. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would get to see Reed’s cock, let alone put my mouth on it.
“I’m going to come, Fal, so if you don’t want it in your mouth, pull away now,” he growls, dropping his hand from my hair.
His words spur me on more, and I suck harder, working him with both my hand and mouth while keeping my eyes locked on his. Pleasure at seeing me so eager to taste him crosses his face before his head drops back and he growls, punching his hips forward as his cock starts to pulse, shooting his come into the back of my throat.
I swallow as fast as I can, not wanting to waste a drop. I’m not sure how much time passes before his body relaxes. I gentle my movements, my mouth caressing the still hard column of flesh. My hand slows so it’s barely moving and I finally pull back, pressing a final kiss to the tip of his cock.
Reed cups my face in his hands, rubbing his thumb across my cheekbone. I continue to stare up at him, searching his face for clues as to how he feels about what we just did. He came, so it had to be good for him, right?
He helps me up off the floor and dips his head to kiss me softly. “That was amazing, Fallon.” I flush in pleasure at his words, my body swaying closer to his. Then, he takes my hand and starts leading me over to his bed and I panic.
We can’t do this yet. I’m not ready.
“What are you doing?” I hide the fear from my voice as best I can.
Reed turns back to look at me, confusion slowly filling his eyes. “It’s late, and we both just came hard. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t been sleeping well all week.” His head tips to the side as he continues to study me. “I just want to hold you in my arms. Is that okay?”
I want nothing more than to get in that bed with him, especially after hearing him say those words, but tonight has been intense and I can’t stay here, no matter how much I want too.
My head starts shaking before I can stop it, and I pull my hand out of his and straighten my dress, making sure it’s covering all the important places, especially since he destroyed my panties in his haste to put his mouth on me.
Even though I’m decent, I still feel laid bare, like every emotion, every feeling I have for him, is there for him to see. I started today thinking our friendship was over, and now I’ve agreed to have his baby, had my first non-solo orgasm, and sucked Reed’s dick. That’s too much for one girl in one night. Letting him hold me while we sleep would just be pushing it.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I finally say, looking everywhere but at him.
He takes a step closer and it’s all I can do not to back away from him. The only thing that keeps me from doing that is the knowledge that if I do, it will only hurt him. He’ll think he pushed me, that he took things too far. That isn’t the case. I just need time to process everything, to come to terms with all the ways my life has changed tonight.
We went twenty years as nothing more than friends and after all we’ve done tonight we more than blurred the lines.
My body tenses, waiting for him to argue with me, or ask me why, but after a few seconds I hear him sigh. He knows I obsess over things, and this whole situation is huge for both of us.
“Okay, Fallon.” He sounds sad, which makes me want to take it back, to agree to stay so he’s happy. But I can’t because if this is going to work between us, if I’m going to give him the baby he needs, we can’t get attached to each other. We can’t fall in love.
I keep my eyes firmly on the floor and watch as he reaches down to grab his pants. “Give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll walk you home.”
The resignation in his voice is killing me. If he walks me home and tries to kiss me goodnight, I’ll cave. This time I do back up, needing to put some physical distance between us. “No.” The word comes out much firmer than I intend, and when I see his arm freeze, his body still partially bent over, I finally force myself to meet his eyes. My voice is soft when I continue. “I...I need some space, Reed.”
He starts to speak, and I cut him off, knowing what he’s about to ask. It’s exactly what I feared. “I don’t regret this, what happened between us. Not even a little. But, I need a little time to...think about all of this, all the changes that are about to happen. It’s not you, really, it’s me.”
I take a step closer to him and put my hand on his arm when he straightens. My skin tingles where it touches his, but I ignore it. His eyes search mine and I try to reassure him. “I do want to do this for you. Please believe me. We can talk tomorrow, after we’ve both had a chance to sleep on everything.”
Reed wants to argue, I can tell, but whatever he sees in my expression has him nodding. “All right. If that’s what you need.” He smiles. It’s a small one, but it’s still there. “Can I at least call down and have them grab a cab for you? I don’t want you standing outside this late waiting for one to pass by.” His concern for me warms my heart, and this time, I’m the one who smiles.
“Yes, I guess I can let you do that, but you’re not coming down to the lobby with me.” I narrow my eyes, setting straight any thoughts he may be thinking.
“Fine,” he grudgingly concedes. “But I want you to text me the minute you get home.”
Once I’ve agreed to that too, he pulls me into a hug and I feel his heart pounding against mine. Reed takes a deep breath, then whispers, “Thank you, for everything you gave me tonight, and not just for agreeing to have my baby.”
“You’re welcome, Reed. Anything for my best friend.” I smile, pulling away, and can see the sadness in his eyes. He walks me to the door and lets me out, our eyes meeting one last time before he closes the door and I head down to the lobby.
Tears prick my eyes as I slowly realize how much is changing between Reed and I. If anything goes wrong, there won’t be any going back to being just friends and I think that’s what terrifies me the most.