He stills for a moment, just staring at me, drinking me in, awe stamped across his face. No one has ever looked at me this way. It melts away every insecurity and worry and doubt, making me beautiful and powerful and sexy.

"You are so fucking gorgeous."

He covers my body with his, nudging my legs open, mouth torturing mine, his jean-clad dick rubbing against my clit. My legs fall to the sides as far as I can force them and my pelvis rises to meet his. The fabric is rough against me and his dick is so hard, so big.

And I am so close to shattering.

He presses his hips into me hard, hitting the exact perfect spot and I finally come apart, heaving and jerking beneath him, my breaths coming in short gasps. My body warms and melts into goo, my brain fuzzy, his bedroom spinning.

He holds me close as I break apart, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, nuzzling my neck. His hands roam, warm and big against my skin, making me feel small and safe.

Instead of giving me a minute to recover, he puts me back together with the force of his hands, mouth, tongue, and teeth. The sopping material covering my mound disappears and finally, finally, finally, his mouth covers my nipples. He licks and bites and sucks at them until I turn into a blubbering mess, almost sobbing as I beg for him to keep going.

"I have no plans on stopping, love."

He kisses me roughly before licking a trail down my neck, stopping back at my nipples, down my stomach to the inside of my thighs. He slides off the bed and yanks me to the edge, kneeling between my legs.

Our eyes meet and I catch my breath at how hot he looks, hair a mess of dark brown curls, blue eyes sparkling like sapphires with desire, lips swollen from kissing me. I had been thinking about how attractive he was just moments ago, but seeing him like this is insanely hot. To think I knew him when he was all sharp edges and awkward, voice cracking.

When did he start to look like a mixture of Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth with a little Chris Pine thrown in?

My scattered thoughts zoom away into the air with his breath whispering against my skin. With the first flick of his tongue.

He teases me at first, his tongue light against me, tasting me. "You are delicious. I could stay between your legs all night."

Heat pools low in my belly at his husky words. I am too overcome to respond.

He traces the seam right at the middle of me with the tip of his tongue. My fingers turn to claws as I dig at the comforter. He circles my clit, never quite making the contact I long for. My hips rise to chase after him. He chuckles into me, sending off vibrations that travel all the way to my toes.

Finally, his mouth attaches completely to my center, sucking hard before soothing it with his tongue. My muscles tighten with need, blood rushing low, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

"Oh my word, Scott. That feels so good. Fuck. It feels so good."

He slides a finger inside me, twisting and hooking until he presses against that rarely touched spot. He adds a second finger and continues working his magic as his tongue darts and licks at my center.

"Keep going. Keep going."

He doesn't. His eyes shine with wicked blue flames as he pulls his fingers out. I almost cry in frustration, whimpering my distaste.

"Trust me, love."

I do.

He leans back on his feet and kisses down one of my legs, paying close attention to the back of my knee, which sends a bolt of electricity straight to my core. How did I not know about that spot? How did he know about it? How many secret sides of himself has he been keeping from me?

He gives my other leg the same treatment until I wriggle and plead with him for release. I hover on an edge, so close, so close, but can't quite crash over.

It's delicious. It's frustrating. I need it to end. I never want it to end. I want to remain on this precipice for the rest of my life.

He returns his attentions to my pussy, lapping me up, moaning like he's enjoying the most delicious mint chocolate ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

Bringing his hands up, he pulls apart my lips, stretching them wide and the flat of his tongue licks me from bottom to top. Over and over and over and over again. His fingers pinch my folds in the most exquisite way and his raspy tongue never slows, never stops moving against me.

I shudder and tremble, squeaks and breathy moans escaping from my mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as I finally fling myself over the edge. Scott's name screams from my lips, my breasts bounce from the violence of it.

He's not even close to done.

He doesn't let up. He keeps licking, keeps pulling and pinching my clit, sipping me like I'm a fine wine.

It's too much. It's not enough.

I'm not done. How am I not done? After two of the most explosive and amazing orgasms of my life, how can I want more?

But my body craves it. Craves his touch. It's ravenous in its need to be satisfied.

He doesn't take his time with tiny kisses this time. This time he means business. He rises a bit from between my legs, grasping my thighs, and jerks me farther off the bed.

"Spread your legs and put your feet against the foot board."

I obey his commanding tone without thought, completely opening myself wide for him. I'm glad I'd gone in for a wax yesterday, thinking Adam and I would head back to his place to celebrate our engagement. I'm so delirious with desire, the sad pang I expected never comes.

Scott stares at me, licking his lips, hunger burning. "You have the most amazing pussy. I can't believe I've had it so close to me for so long and never knew. So plump and pink. So responsive. So delicious. I don't know if I can stop."

"I don't know if I want you to."

His expression is fierce. "Good."

Seeing his head return to the spot between my knees is almost enough for me to come undone. Again. He shoves my legs back down when the tension brings them up, growling. I moan in response, reaching for his pillow to muffle the porn star sounds coming from me.

His tongue enters me. It reaches inside me, stiff and soft. And he fucks me with it.

Holy shit.

My teeth bite into the pillow so hard I expect to end up with a mouth filled with feathers. His hands stroke up my stomach until they reach my breasts. He kneads them with rough fingers before anchoring himself by my nipples. I cry out, the pillow cutting off most of the sound as he tugs and pinches and rolls them around.

Every single one of my nerve endings sing at the senses invading and overwhelming me. My nipples throb as he continues to play with them, his tongue still fucking me.

I have never flown so high before and I'm not ready to come down.

One of his hands releases my tit and his fingers replace his tongue. At least three plunge into me, stretching me, filling me. Somehow the pillow disappeared, no longer there to hide my cries and groans and shouts. One of his hands keeps torturing my nipple while the other slams into me over and over. Hard. Perfectly. I try to open my legs even wider, wanting him deeper. My greedy body needing more.

He reads me like I'm his favorite novel, knowing exactly what to do next.

His mouth comes down on my bud, licking it lightly, still teasing, still drawing it out. I am awash in need and desperation and want. He is somehow everywhere, touching everything at once. Every place on my body that begged for contact.

Sensing I am almost there, he slows, his touch becoming more tender, releasing my nipple, smoothing away the ache.

"Fuck, Scott. Please. Please."

He chuckles darkly. "I'm going to make sure this lasts for you, love. I want to blow your mind."

"You already have. Twice."

"Not enough. I told you I wanted to stay down here all night. I want to fall asleep with the taste of the most delicious pussy I've ever encountered on my tongue."

His dirty words make me shudder. "Fuck, Scott. Who are you?"

"Tonight, I'm whoever you want me to be. Now let me pleasure you." That commanding tone is in his voice again. I'd never admit how much I liked it.

His fingers leave my sopping pussy, trailing to that forbidden place down below. I jerk, unsure and nervous. He shushes me and keeps stroking until I settle. I trust him. It's Scott. That's who I'm with tonight regardless of his words. It's him I need tonight.

And shit, he knows what he's doing.

I'm so wet, he needs no lubrication to slip inside the tight, puckered ring. I stare down my body at him, drinking him in as he bites his lip, trying to hold back for me. I can't believe myself. I'm spread open, showing someone else more of my body than even my gyno has seen. I've had hands and tongues in places that have never had hands and tongues touch them before. Even something as innocuous as the back of my knees.

He holds his finger inside for a second, letting me get used to it. It blows my mind how good it feels. How forbidden and taboo. My best friend has his finger in my ass and I love it.

I bite back the giggle and when he moves, the humor flees. He pumps his finger in and out, oh so slowly. I can feel each millimeter of his finger. His mouth returns to my pussy, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. I arch off the bed, my head thrown back, rising to meet him. He moves faster, harder, my hole tightening with each deep thrust.

Adam would never have touched me there.

Scott adds a second finger, this time not giving me time to adjust. This time, I don't need it. But I still want more. I want his dick buried inside me, slamming into me over and over again until I see stars. I want to be shoved against the wall while he ravishes my mouth.

He pulls his fingers from me, but keeps licking. At this point I don't know what I want or need. But if he wants to stay down there all night, I will not complain. Hell, if he wants to stay down there a week, I'm in.

He can do whatever he wants to me as long as this sensation doesn't end.

Two fingers reach back inside my pussy, curling up to that spot again. And then a third finger slips back inside my ass. Watching him use the shocker on me is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Watching his hand pump in and out of me, watching him stare at me with starving eyes.

"Touch yourself."

My hands move immediately to my breasts, massaging them.

"That is so fucking hot. Play with your nipples."

I pluck at them, my tits bouncing in response.

"Fuck, Amanda. You are so hot. Adam is a fucking idiot."

I don't care about Adam right now. Adam who?

I can't look away from Scott's hand even as I keep twisting and pulling at my nipples, needing the sting that shoots to my core with each pinch.

He cuts off my view as he returns his mouth to my mound. I am completely filled and it's glorious.

"Harder, Scott. Please. Harder."

He obliges, slamming his fingers into me as deep as they can go. I'll be bruised and sore tomorrow, but I don't care. It will be worth it.

I grab both of my nipples between my fingers and twist as hard as I can, pulling and stretching them. Scott's other hand spreads me open and he nibbles at my clit, his teeth scraping and nipping.

"Yes. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop. Fuck, that feels so fucking good."

This time, he doesn't. This time, he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks. Hard. While he keeps pumping into me and I keep yanking at my nipples.

And I come completely undone.

The blood flows back to my tits and everything goes white for half a second as I jerk and scream his name, gasping greedily for air. But he keeps going. He keeps sucking and pumping and I'm riding a never ending orgasm, lost at the peak. It builds and builds and builds until I am certain this is the night I die and what a glorious way to go.

Then, he does some wonderful and amazing twisting and squeezing thing with his fingers in both holes and I shriek so loud the police are probably on their way, but I don't care. He does it again. And again. And one more time, his mouth still attached to my drenched and wonderfully abused pussy.

I throw my arm over my mouth and bite to cut off my noises as I shudder and shake, tears streaming from my eyes from the force of it.

Oh. My. Fucking. Word. What was that?

I can't move, completely melded to the bed, none of my body parts moving. The only sign I survived this experience is the aftershocks rolling through me as my pussy keeps clenching on his fingers still inside me. Thankfully, his fingers aren't moving because I cannot take any more.

Maybe ever.

He eases his fingers from me and helps me get all the way back on the bed before cuddling me in his arms and kissing my forehead like he always does. It strikes me as funny after everything he just did to me, but I'm too blissed out to summon laughter.

"Sweet merciful heavens. Where the hell did you learn those skills?"

Scott laughs, warm like caramel on a sundae. "A gentleman doesn't divulge that sort of information."

"Is this the kind of sex everyone else in the world has been having but me?" I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around the fact I just had four orgasms, two of them right on top of each other.

He grins down at me. "I'd like to think I'm a little better than most."

"I can't argue with you. I feel like I'd have heard more whispers of this kind of experience if this was the norm."

He rubs my bare back, dipping a little dangerously low. "You just haven't had the right encounters yet."

I don't even feel weird about being completely naked while he still has jeans on. "Well, thanks to you, I'm addicted to it now."

"You're welcome."

I turn to look into his eyes, finally able to move a little. "No, really. Thank you. I completely forgot I was sad. I completely forgot about him."

"Don't thank me, love. I enjoyed myself immensely." He lays me back down against the pillows. "I'll be right back."

He disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. I reach for it, but he shakes his head. He rubs it gently against the inside of my thighs, nudging them open before bringing the cloth to my pussy. It's both rough and soft against my sensitive skin there. It feels good.

A little too good.

He watches me with hooded eyes, smiling when a gasp escapes. He zeroes in on my nipples raising and hardening with desire. "I'm sorry, but I need one last taste."

He buries his face between my legs and it's like he's dehydrated and lost in the desert and what lies between my legs is the only thing that will keep him alive.

I didn't think my deliciously sore pussy could take anymore, but it springs to life under his touch, begging for more. He's so crazed, I can't keep up with what he's using. Fingers, hands, tongue, teeth all blend together as he returns to kiss me, the taste of myself mixing with the flavor that is all him. His tongue plunges into my mouth while his fingers stroke my tits.

He rolls us so that I'm on top straddling him, my breasts swaying above his mouth. He captures on of my peaks with his teeth and presses his hard length into me. He grabs my ass, kneading the flesh, moving me back and forth against his dick trying to burst through the fabric of his jeans.

I reach between us and stroke him through his pants, but he moves my hand, releasing my nipple long enough to say, "No. Tonight is about you. And trust me, I'm loving every second."

I sink into him, wanting to be closer.

He kisses me again, the stubble on his face scratchy against my skin. I love it. I want to feel the stubble between my legs.

He reads my thoughts again like he's always been able to. "Sit on my face."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck my face."

I almost come right then.

He slides down a little to give me room while I inch up him until I straddle his head. I hover over him, uncertain and nervous, but he grabs my ass and yanks me down onto his waiting mouth.

He flicks his tongue around a bit, getting me warmed up before shoving it inside my pussy. It feels so good, I don't move, but it isn't enough for him. Scott bounces me up and down on his tongue until I start rocking on my own. I circle his tongue, rubbing my pussy all over his mouth, reveling in the moans he makes reverberating through me. His stubble scrapes against me in a pleasant way, adding to the myriad of sensations I'm drowning in.

I grab the headboard to keep from falling over, anchoring myself.

It's the most amazing experience, taking control like this, almost using him for my pleasure. It makes me feel powerful and fearless.

Scott reaches up to play with my breasts while he continues plunging with his tongue. I throw my head back and push my tits into his hand, wanting more contact. He grabs them and squeezes them and flicks my nipples with perfect aim.

I grind on him harder, faster, racing for a release he won't deny me this time. As much as I enjoyed the teasing and torment, this time I take what I want right when I want it.

I take his tongue back inside me so deep I feel his teeth against my skin. And that's all it takes for me to fly high, coming hard, clenching his head between my knees.

I come so hard on his tongue.

Finally worn out, I throw my leg over and collapse beside him, not wanting to smother him.

I kiss his lips, tasting myself again. He kisses me back, gathering me to him until I'm half splayed across his chest, my aching nipples rubbing against his light scattering of chest hair. We cuddle in companionable silence as we both come down from the high.

My fucking mind is blown. This is what I've been missing? Fuck Adam and his boring vanilla shit. I can't wait for the exciting opportunities ahead of me.

Fuckit List--Best. Idea. Ever.

Scott--Best. Friend. Ever.

Finally able to move, I search out the washcloth, letting Scott use it first, but taking it back when he finishes. "I don't think I can handle another round, I better do this myself."

He laughs. "That's too bad."

I shake my head. "You're insatiable."

"Nice to know there's a little mystery left between us, huh?"

"Not as much now."

He pulls back the covers for me to slide between them. I can barely walk, my legs wiggly like Jello. We end up tangled in each other's arms where I'm safe and warm. It's like coming home, but with a little bit of redecoration.