Protective Heart: A Friends to Lovers Small Town Romance (Starlight Cove Book 2), page 7
“Well, for starters”—she licked her lips—“you definitely weren’t that big.”
“Jesus, Everly,” I groaned. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re friends. You’re not supposed to— We’re not—”
“We did last night.”
“We shouldn’t have.”
Her eyes flashed up to mine, and she squared her shoulders, determination written in her gaze. “You didn’t like it?”
“Christ.” I squeezed my eyes shut, curling my hand into a fist as I braced it against the tile. “Of course I fucking liked it. You just watched me come all over my hand to memories of it.”
She breathed out a breathy little, “Oh,” as she licked her lips, her gaze darting between my eyes and where my cock jutted toward her. “That was to thoughts of me?”
The correct answer was no. It was what I should’ve said, and then I should’ve turned my back on her and shut down this thing we’d started before it could go too far. Before either of us got hurt. My mind warred with itself, half of it wanting nothing more than to tell her to get out so we could salvage this friendship that meant everything to me, while the other half was desperate to invite her in to join me.
But it wouldn’t have mattered what I said, because Everly made the decision for us both. She whipped the shirt over her head and allowed her borrowed pants to drop from her waist, exposing her completely to me, every inch of her on display.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, too stunned to say anything else.
She was gorgeous, her hair a riot of flames around her face, freckles scattered across her body—ones I’d known and seen and touched before, and ones that were all new that I wanted to map with my fingers and my tongue. Her nipples were the same shade as her lips, and Jesusfuck, I’d never be able to look at her smiling mouth again without seeing her perfect tits and imagining them in my mouth.
“You said, ‘not tonight.’” She took a step toward me. “Well…it’s not tonight…”
CHAPTER TEN
EVERLY
I thought I was dreaming.
Though that wasn’t too far of a stretch since I had been dreaming about Beck. But in it, we’d picked up right where we’d left off last night when I’d been settled in his lap. Only this time, we didn’t have those pesky things called clothes between us. I’d been able to see all of him, and Dream Beck was gorgeous, all sinewy lines and harsh angles and a cock that was big without being intimidating.
But Dream Beck had nothing on the real thing. My subconscious hadn’t properly filled in the sharp cut of his biceps, the thick ropes of muscle in his thighs, the definition of his abs, or the dusting of hair on his chest and the trail that led straight down to his… Yeah, that was definitely intimidating. More so because it was still hard and proud, jutting from his body even after he’d just come.
I’d always known Beck was gorgeous, with his short beard covering a chiseled jaw, his perpetually shaggy thick, dark hair, and those lips… Early on, I’d put him in the do not touch box because of my circumstances, and that was where he’d stayed. But now? Seeing him like this? I’d never wanted to touch someone more in my life, and this was my best friend. What kind of alternate universe had I stepped into? If I took a second to think about what I was doing in here, I’d probably talk myself out of this. I didn’t do rash, and I didn’t do casual, and I certainly didn’t see my friends naked.
But everything had changed last night—not just following the fire, but following the kiss that had shaken my very foundation.
Every other relationship I’d ever had had been easy. Predictable. Boring. But the twenty minutes I’d spent making out with Beck last night had been…enlightening. He’d evoked more of a reaction from me in those handful of minutes than my last boyfriend had over the course of years. And if I didn’t explore whatever this was between us, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.
I knew Beck well enough to realize he’d never take that step without my offering, though. Not after what I’d been through last night. In fact, he was probably beating himself up for even allowing us to kiss after the day I’d had. But last night had sparked something inside me—something I wanted to explore for myself. And for once, I wanted to be selfish and see where it took me with no ulterior motive but my own pleasure.
As I stepped out of his clothes and stood before him completely naked, raw desire emanated from his eyes, and the part of me that’d been nervous to put myself out there, only to be rejected, breathed a sigh of relief. He was ravenous for me, and he didn’t try to hide an ounce of it as he let his gaze trail over my body, eyes zeroing in on all the places that ached for his touch.
“Sunshine,” he croaked, the single word a strangled plea, and I couldn’t stop myself from going to him even if I’d wanted to.
I slid open the glass door and entered the shower stall, the water warming my back while Beck’s gaze heated my front. He stepped back, allowing me room as he licked his lips and looked his fill of me, eyes blazing.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. How am I supposed to say no?” His voice was rough and ragged, so low and deep it slid over me like melted chocolate and seeped into my bones. He reached out and brushed his thumb across my lower lip, parting them for him. The urge to swipe my tongue against it and suck it into my mouth was automatic, so I did both, my body flushing at his answering groan. “Tell me how I’m supposed to turn you away when you come in here looking like a fucking dream and then suck the tip of my thumb like you wish it were my cock.”
A shiver ran through me at his words, so blunt and raw—so unlike anything I’d ever heard in real life—and my pussy tingled at the thought of taking him in my mouth. Of sucking him deep and pleasuring him while he stared down at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I don’t want you to,” I said, being as honest with him as I always was.
I stepped closer, dragging my fingers through the smattering of dark hair on his chest and down the corrugated hills and valleys of his abs. I’d touched him plenty over the course of our friendship. Innocent touches here and there, but never like this. Never so much bare skin, completely exposed to my fingers… I wanted to touch him everywhere. To explore and acquaint myself with all the parts of him I didn’t know, that I’d never had the privilege of seeing before, every inch that was new to me. And there were a whole lot of new inches… Jesus, that was going to take some getting used to. His cock was long and so thick, I truly didn’t know if he’d fit. I’d always thought it was cliché when a heroine wondered that in a book, but it was all fun and games until you were suddenly the one staring down the barrel of a Pringles can demanding entrance to your lady garden.
His cock twitched at my attention, and he groaned, spinning us around so I was out of the spray and pushing my back against the cold tile. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, as if he were trying to hold himself back. Then he dropped his face into my neck and inhaled deeply before dragging his lips over my skin, his teeth scraping along the juncture that had my nipples tightening into stiff peaks. His cock pressed against my hip, so thick and hard and flushed, and I had to push my hands against the wall to stop from reaching for him.
“I’ve tried, sunshine. I’ve tried so fucking hard to ignore this.”
“Ignore what?” I asked, breathless as I tipped my head to the side and allowed him more access. Allowed him all the space he needed to torment me with his mouth, soft whispers of his lips followed by the sharp bite of his teeth, and then the slick heat of his tongue. I moaned, already wet for him, and we hadn’t even really started.
“How fucking much I want you,” he said, his words rough and low, as if the admission were pulled straight from his soul. He dipped his head then, sucking my nipple into his mouth hard enough to draw a gasp from me.
“Beck.” I threaded my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as he kissed and sucked my breasts. “I want that too.”
I may not have realized it before, but there was no denying it now. I was drenched, my clit throbbing with a need that only increased with every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips, every pass of his hands on my bare skin.
“Not yet.” He cupped my breasts and lifted, pushing them together. Brushing his thumbs over my nipples, he locked his gaze with mine. Reading me. Studying my reactions. Making sure I was still with him in this strange new facet of our relationship.
And I was. I was all in.
When he pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and tugged, I gasped, arching toward him, and curled my fingers into his chest. “Yes yet. Please.”
He shook his head, eyes heavy-lidded, cock hard and thick between us. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, so let me enjoy it.”
“You’ve—” Before I could get out the rest of my question, he dropped to his knees, staring up at me with a glint in his eyes, and my stomach flipped like I’d just jumped out of an airplane.
“What’re you doing?” I asked, nerves bubbling up as I stared down at him.
“It’s been a while, but I thought that was pretty obvious.”
“So you’re going to, um…” I swallowed, attempting to generate some moisture in my mouth. “You want to…”
“Lick your pussy? Dying to.”
“Oh,” I breathed, the single syllable just an exhalation. I hadn’t expected him to be so…blunt. “But this is— Well, I’ve never—”
My words stuck in my throat as he looked at me, brow raised. But how could I tell him I was a thirty-year-old woman who’d had multiple long-term partners but had never once received oral? And that even though the thought of it turned me on something fierce, there was still a big part of me that was nervous to do it here, in the light of day, where I was so spread out and vulnerable in front of him.
“You’ve never…?” he asked.
Oh my God, he was actually going to make me say it.
“I’ve never done…” My cheeks flamed as I gestured to his position, face inches from my pussy. “This.”
His gaze heated. “Are you telling me no one’s ever had their mouth on you?”
“No,” I whispered, the sound barely audible over the shower spray.
“No one’s sucked this pretty little clit?” He brushed his thumb over it, exposing me to him completely as he blew a gust of air against me.
I moaned and shuddered, shaking my head as I stared down at him with hooded eyes. “No.”
“No one’s ever tasted your sweet cunt?”
“No,” I breathed, clit throbbing at the slightest attention he gave it, desperate for more.
“Is that because you don’t want to?” he asked, though he could probably guess the answer to that, considering the number of books we read where the heroes went down on the heroines every chance they got, but I still answered him anyway.
“No, I do. I’m just…nervous.”
He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and looked up at me with a gleam in his eyes, and my nerves fluttered away at the pure hunger written on his face. Then he leaned forward, sucking on the crease of my leg—close but not nearly close enough—and I shuddered in response. “It’s just me. And I’m going to show you exactly how this pussy deserves to be eaten. All you have to do is watch me worship every fucking inch of you.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he licked a line straight up my center, flicking the tip of his tongue against my swollen clit, and my leg nearly gave out at the explosion of sensation that washed over me. I gasped, one hand flying to the wall for balance, while I gripped his hair with my other.
“That’s right, sunshine,” he said against me, dragging his bottom lip back and forth over my clit. “Move my mouth exactly where you want it. Use my tongue to get off. I want you to ride my face until you come all over it. I don’t want to stop until I’m drowning in you.”
“Beck. Oh my God, you can’t talk like that.”
He grinned against me, a devilish smirk I’d never seen on him, his eyes glinting. “Don’t try to pretend you don’t love every filthy word coming out of my mouth. I know exactly the kinds of books you read and exactly the dirty talk that gets you off.” He swiped two fingers through my slit on either side of my clit, making me arch my hips toward him as I sought more. “But it’s going to be my words tonight, sunshine. Now, rock your hips against my face just like that. Let me taste exactly how much you love my dirty mouth.”
He slipped his fingers inside me, pumping them slowly at first, his movements growing faster with each moan that left my lips. He added a third, stretching me in the most delicious way as he lapped at my clit, flicking it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.
“That—” I choked out, tightening my fingers in his hair, desperate for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing, though I couldn’t articulate that in words. Not while I watched him devour me, his eyes so hot and hungry as he gazed up at me from between my legs. Not while he ate me like he’d been starved for years.
This man—this gruff, growly man—was on his knees for me, demanding I take every ounce of pleasure from him alone, and the thought had my stomach swooping, my pussy throbbing and aching for relief.
But every time I got close, my orgasm slipped through my fingers like sand. This was always the problem—I got too in my head, thinking about everything else that amounted to absolutely nothing and not being present in the moment. Not enjoying the feel of it, too worried that I didn’t look or smell or taste right. That I wasn’t making the appropriate amount of noise to show my pleasure, or worse, that I was making too much. That I was taking too long. That he’d get frustrated and—
Beck pulled back and slapped my clit with three fingers, the sharp sting pulling a moan from my throat. “Get out of your head.”
“Sorry, I just—”
“No sorries. You see me down on my knees for you, sunshine? I’m going to stay here until I lick up every single drop.”
I shuddered at his words, my nipples tightening even further as my pussy throbbed. “But I don’t know how long I’ll take.”
“I don’t care.”
“But I might—”
He leaned forward and sucked my clit hard into his mouth, tugging a sharp gasp from me. “Sunshine. Are you enjoying this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. Fuck yes, I was enjoying this. While my favorite toy branded itself on mimicking oral sex, it had nothing on the real thing. On the wet suction of his mouth, on the targeted flick of his tongue or the sensation of so much happening at once when he added his fingers to the mix.
He reached down and gripped his cock, still thick and hard and straining toward me. “You see this? My cock’s so fucking hard because of how good you taste. I could eat you out all damn day, and I’d love every minute of it. Now, keep your eyes on me and watch how much I love devouring this pussy.”
Without another word, he dove back in, affixing his mouth to my clit as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing them against the spot only my vibrators had been able to reach. I gasped, dropping my head back against the tile as he continued whatever magic he was currently working on me. I was primed, my entire body thrumming with need, muscles tightening as I chased the orgasm that was just out of reach.
And then he scraped his teeth over my clit, the jolt of sensation enough to send me careening over the edge. I bowed forward as I came against his mouth, shudders racking my body as his eyes stayed connected with mine. With waves of ecstasy rippling through me, he hummed his satisfaction, working his tongue softly against me to draw out every single ounce of pleasure until I could barely hold myself up.
His gaze was full of hunger as he stood to his full height and boxed me against the wall, his cock so hot and hard between us.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said against my lips. Then he kissed me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth so I could taste myself on him.
I groaned, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his, desperate for more even though I’d just come. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d done to me. Wanted him inside me, filling me up. Wanted every bit of him he wanted to give.
I lowered one of my hands from around his neck and reached between my legs, rubbing my fingers against my pussy and feeling exactly how much I’d enjoyed having Beck’s mouth on me. I gasped against his lips when I brushed my fingers over my sensitive clit, not sure if it was too much or not enough.
“You still need more, baby?” he asked, eyes locked on where my hand disappeared between my legs. “My mouth wasn’t enough?”
“This isn’t for me,” I said and then gripped his thick shaft, using the evidence of my excitement to ease my path as I stroked him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, resting his forehead against mine as he stared down to where I pumped his cock. He braced his hands on the wall on either side of my head, caging me in, though there was nowhere in the world I’d rather be than right here, watching him come undone at my touch.
Beck was usually so collected. Stoic and gruff, and it took an act of God to get him excited about something. But right then, he looked so intense, his dark hair hanging over his forehead, lips parted, eyes heavy with lust, and cheeks flushed.
“I want to make you feel good, too.” I squeezed his length, tightening my grip enough to pull a grunt from him. “Show me what you like.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EVERLY
My words hung in the air between us for only a moment before Beck’s right hand covered mine and he squeezed on the upstroke, harder than I would’ve dared, his groan echoing against the tile walls.
“Like that?” I asked, loving that he was taking his pleasure from me. Loving that I was witnessing this part of him.
“Just like that.”
“Is this enough?”
“It’s never enough with you.” He rolled his forehead against mine and closed his eyes as we continued to pump his length. “I want it all—your hands and your mouth and your pussy. Want every fucking inch of you all for myself.”
