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“No need.” I lean back as he crawls onto my bed, the weight of his body forcing my mattress to sink around me. His familiar musky cedarwood scent warms my senses. “She’s right in front of me.” He slides my tank top upward and peppers warm, wet kisses along my abdomen. Taking his time to explore my body with his mouth the same way I did with my eyes seconds ago. As our mouths meet, he deepens the kiss, his hips softly grinding on mine before trailing back down my body. I can feel my heart race with every touch, booming so fast it feels like it might beat out of my chest. Every caress, every nip, causing my skin to pebble and my nipples to harden.
My anticipation grows as he reaches the hem of my shorts, inching them down before ultimately tossing them to the floor.
His calloused hands work their way back up my calves, then my thighs. He spreads me open, gliding his palms up the side of my body before finding their place on my chest. He slides them both under my bra, teasing my nipples with his thumbs.
“There isn’t an inch of ya I don’t want to taste,” he whispers as his lips settle on my inner thigh. The warmth of his tongue meets my skin, my nipples hardening as he strokes them. “And lucky for me,” he murmurs, pulling away with every kiss. “I’ve got some time.”
His tongue finds its way to my clit and I gasp. Already wet with desire for him, his mouth caresses my pussy, the soft, even pressure gliding back and forth through my slit. A shiver shudders through me as I fight back a moan. I should have known he’d be good at this too. With each pass, he becomes more and more intent on bringing me to my peak. My legs tremble as he sucks, my fingers lacing themselves within his soft dirty blond hair.
One of his hands trails down my body until his large fingers circle my entrance. I moan, imploring him to give me more as the heat pooling in my stomach rises, burning hotter with each second. His tongue presses harder as he stretches me over his large fingers, my hips lifting as if begging him to force his way deeper inside me. And though I don’t say a word, it’s like he understands exactly what I want. His pace quickens, alternating the way he moves his fingers inside me.
He pulls away from me just far enough to speak, rubbing his thumb over my clit so I don’t miss his absence. “Oh, you’re a naughty girl, Angel. You’re so wet for me." He returns his lips back to my apex, and I grind on his face as he laps at my desire. He lets out a muted groan, hungry as he claims me. Each movement pushes me closer and closer to ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”
His praise excites me in ways I’ve never felt before. “Oh my God,” I moan, biting back screams that linger in my chest as he sweeps his tongue in all the right ways. Devouring me like I’m his favorite dessert.
He thrusts his large fingers, deeper, harder, curling them until he hits a spot I can’t ignore. He bites my clit, sucking it within his warm, wet lips. “Yes. Oh my fucking God, yes.” I can’t think straight, high on his every move he makes as I crumble beneath his touch.
So this is what it’s like to be worshiped.
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RHETT - JULY 24, 2004
Fuck.Something about her scent just drives me wild. She smells like sugar cookies or vanilla cupcakes. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who smells as sweet as she tastes.
Kaylee’s head rests on my chest as she circles her fingers across my skin. I close my eyes, thinking about how I haven’t told Sawyer we’ve been hanging out either. I was bothered by her comment earlier, but, honestly, it makes sense not to say something before we know ourselves what this is. It’s more than just a little fun between us, not just a hookup. At least for me. But I understand her hesitation, and the only way to change it is to prove how I feel.
I reach up and lock my fingers around her hand, holding it over my heart before placing a kiss on her forehead.
“What do ya think about a bonfire tonight after the show?” I never push what we are. I’m content with the fact that there is aweto begin with. But more and more I find myself attached to her, wanting to show her off, make her mine.
She leans back, looking into my eyes. “Sounds good to me, a lot better than going out after. Especially if it goes well.”
“If? Sawyer’s goin’ to nail it. There ain’t no if.” My tone isn’t angry, just confident in my friend.
She smiles but it flows into her eyes, warm and meaningful. “Everyone needs someone like you in their corner.” She kisses my cheek. “Too bad I’m not willing to share.”
Her little admission rocks me to my core. I don’t think she realizes the weight of what she just said. I still don’t know exactly what we are, but the fact she doesn’t want to share me with anyone is like music to my damn ears.
I don’t say anything about that though, instead, I just smile and kiss her back. “Then it’s settled. Party at our place once Sawyer gets his deal.”
She frowns. “Can I ask you something?”
Worry and hesitation mingle within her voice, and I hope it’s got nothing to do with me, but I find myself replying, “Always.”
“Do you think they’re making a huge mistake?”
Relief washes over me, thankful that this isn’t another moment of her trying to push me away. Not really the direction I thought this conversation was going, but I can see why Kaylee would be concerned. She’s protective by nature, and Daisy is her best friend.
She sits up and crosses her legs, looking down on me. “This is both of their dreams. And if I were to guess, them being together could bring it crashing down for one, if not both of them.” She stares off as if there’s more to what she wants to say. “I didn’t tell Daisy about us. I’m worried they can’t be together and if that happens I’m scared she will be heartbroken not only by that, but also by seeing you and I together because you’re her connection to Sawyer.”
I didn’t ever think of that. Not until now, but as much as it warrants truth, it doesn’t mean anything for us. At least not for me. “So, let’s say they don’t work out. That mean you’re bookin’ a ticket out of here?”
She contemplates, which concerns but doesn’t surprise me. She’s calculated by nature.
“No?” The question in her voice has me crawling out of my skin. I lean up, scooting myself back against her headboard. “No,” she reconfirms, this time more adamantly. “I just don’t want to see my best friend hurt. I want to protect her from what I honestly think the outcome is, but I also don’t think it’s my place.”
“The heart wants what it wants, Angel. No mountain is too big to climb if ya want it bad enough. They know that. We all do. There are just a bunch of assholes out here makin’ some of us forget.”
