What I Need

I stare at the wet spot on her panties as I stretch out, hanging halfway off the bed. My knees on the floor. My hard cock rubbing against the side of the mattress. “Look at you,” I murmur, dipping my head so I’m hovering my mouth there. “Dirty girl. You made a mess. Do you think I can get you any wetter?”

Riley’s response is a long, low groan when I bury my nose between her legs and inhale. She smells heady and rich, almost as good as she tastes, and it makes my fucking mouth water. I drag her panties down her legs and drop them off the bed, then I’m leaning over her again and swiping my tongue through her pussy.

“CJ,” she gasps. She’s breathless, back arching and hands wrapping around my forearms that are keeping her lower half pinned down. “Don’t stop. Please, oh, my God, don’t stop.”

I smile against her and stifle a laugh. “Do you think I’d stop? Do you think I could?” Our gazes lock. I drag my tongue over her clit and we moan together. “Fuck. A girl like you, there’s no stopping, babe. I tried. Trust me.”

Riley was talking about me working her until she comes. I’m talking about us—admitting how hung up I’ve been since that fucking wedding. We weren’t friends. Never have been. I never saw her as that.

Never. It’s not normal to want to taste your friend’s mouth every fucking time they open it.

Riley bites at her lip again, looking shy—at what I just said or having my tongue on her, I don’t know. Then she’s sitting up, sticking her hands behind her and staring down between her legs with wide, curious eyes.

“You want to watch me?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want to watch me do?”

A flush reddens her cheeks. “Eat me out,” she whispers.

I lick my lips, holding her eyes as I lower my head back down, closer and closer until Riley is whining and lifting her pelvis to hurry me the fuck up already. I chuckle and push her back down. “Watch me.”

She gasps, body trembling when I nuzzle my mouth against her pussy. “Oh, my God . . . yes.”

I move my face roughly between her legs. I give her exactly what she wants—crazy. There’s no control or restraint. I’m not gentle with her. I don’t ask if Riley likes what I’m doing or build it in her slow. I can’t. I realize quickly that I’m not doing this for her. Or at least, not just for her. I can’t take my time—my mouth is on her. I can’t savor and drag this out—she’s in my fucking bed and I’m touching her and kissing her and touching her. The woman I’ve been obsessing over for months. The one I can’t get out of my head. The pretty girl who shoots tequila and who’s naturally curious about palm trees. This isn’t sedate. It can’t be. I get her worked up and wet so fast, she drips down my chin and onto the sheet before I’m even fucking her with my tongue, and then I’m fucking her with my tongue. She comes for me, sweet and soft limbs shaking. I swallow her desire and groan when I taste her in my throat. And then I’m building it again, pressing my finger against her tight little ass and telling her she misses me there while I suck on her clit. And by the time she’s coming and flooding my mouth a second time, my cock is so hard I’m practically humping the mattress.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I tell her as I get to my knees between her legs, my next words getting stuck in my throat when Riley jerks up, grabs my face and crashes our mouths together.

She pulls me down on top of her and sucks the taste of her pussy off my tongue. My lips. “Hurry,” she pleads between kisses. Pressing her mouth to my cheek. Biting my jaw. “CJ, please, my God.” She tilts her pelvis up, rubbing her soaking wet cunt against my dick.

Lust crackles in my blood.

“Fuck,” I growl, fists to the mattress beside her head and stomach tensing as I press up.

Jesus fucking Christ, the feel of her.

Riley freezes beneath me, her entire body going stiff and her eyes flashing open, and I know she’s realizing how close we are to doing what we haven’t done—to saying fuck it and going at this bare.

Maybe we do need to slow the fuck down a little. Shit.

“Sorry,” she whispers.

I look down into her anxious eyes and shake my head, cutting off her thoughts and the way I know they’re going. I don’t want her worrying about this or anything else tonight.

“We’ll get there. We got time, babe. Relax,” I say, bending down to kiss her. “Let me go grab something.”

“Wait,” she rushes out, smiling a little. “Don’t. I have some in here.” Riley presses against my chest to ease me up, and then she’s scooting back, getting to her knees and reaching around me to the nightstand. She digs a box out of the drawer and hands it to me.

I look from the box to her face as she settles back against the pillow. My brows lift. “A hundred pack? Where in the hell did you find this?” I ask her.

“Costco.” She presses her lips together and shrugs before softly admitting, “I was hopeful.”

I stare at her.

She bought these for us? She’s been to Costco once. She got these right after she moved in.

My mouth twitches.

She was wanting me even then. Goddamn it.

“My little wholesale shopper. You’re gonna get fucked so hard,” I tease, ripping the box open as Riley covers her smile with her hand. Condom on (and keeping a wrapped one close by before I stow away the box, since I know I’m going to need it) I crawl over Riley, settling between her hips. I drop my forehead to hers and push in.