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Colt
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MY KNUCKLES ARE RAW, and I’m sure tomorrow there’ll be bruises and swelling, but the punching bag was a better substitute for Austin’s face than the brick wall outside our apartment.
He took Em out for coffee this morning, then she had class and work. I haven’t seen her all day and I’m getting anxious.
I check the time on my phone and run my hands through my hair. I’m sure time is running backwards. Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, I wait, but I’m spiraling and need to do something. All day without Em is a nightmare. It doesn’t happen often where I don’t get to spend at least half my day with her.
I’m like a junkie, and she’s my fix. When ball fails, she’s always the hit I need to bring me back down.
I get out of the car and grab the ball from the back.
I don’t have a court, or a ring, but I have the pavement and a wall. I run some drills, practice dribbling the ball, and shooting by aiming at a mark on the wall. My heart hammers in my chest and my mind races.
Hundreds of questions run through my head, all centered on Austin and what his intentions are with Em.
Jesus, even in my head I sound like an overprotective father.
A door opens and light spills out into the dark street as laughter fills the air.
Em walks out and I drop my ball. Rushing over to her, I wrap my arms around her and hug her to my chest.
She wraps her arms around me and sighs. “I missed you, too.”
“Sorry, I’ve been going crazy all day. You’re not allowed to date on days you have to work or go to school,” I whisper into her hair. I breathe her in. She smells like Chinese food. She always does after a shift. She’s warm and feels like home. “It’s too much for me to handle.”
“So, you’re saying the only day I can date is Sunday?”
“Sunday is our day, so no.”
“I can never date?”
“Never. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make though,” I tell her, giving her one last squeeze before releasing her and moving to open her door.
“How generous of you.”
“What can I say, I’m a giver.” I wink at her and then cringe. Damn it. Only douchebags wink. She laughs as I close her door.
My heart calms down and the tightness in my chest eases on the drive home. She always does that to me. She’s my calm in a storm.
Em kicks off her shoes once we’re inside. “Are you hungry?”
“What did you bring me?” I eye the bag in her hand. Whenever she works nights, she brings home a container of leftovers for me.
“Fried rice.” My stomach growls, and she laughs. “Guess that’s a yes.”
I take the bag from her hands and go into the kitchen to reheat the food while she takes a shower.
She comes out of the bathroom twenty minutes later wearing a pair of short shorts that have unicorns on them and a white tank top.
I frown.
“What?” She glances down at her pajamas and picks at some invisible lint.
I pull my shirt off and throw it at her and shrug. I like it when she wears my shirt.
Em grins and slips it over her head before coming to sit on the sofa beside me while we eat and watch basketball replays. Old games of ours and other teams’. I study them and learn the moves so I learn what to expect on the court.
It bores her like it does my dad, but I appreciate that she sits through it to keep me happy.
We finish eating and Em clears the plates while I switch off the television and sit on the bed.
“Remember that time I let you play with my boobs?” she calls from the kitchen.
My eyebrows lift and I choke on air, not expecting her to bring that up. She hates when I mention it. She walks into the bedroom, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.
“No. No I don’t.” I cough, my eyes dropping to her chest.
Best pair of tits I’ve ever seen. First pair I’d seen, though not the last. I definitely remember when she let me touch them and she’s well aware I do.
I have it tattooed on my arm for fuck’s sake.
Best. Day. Ever.
I smirk. “Care to refresh my memory?”
Emerson huffs out a breath and steps toward me, coming to a stop between my legs. She reaches for my hand and brings it to her chest squeezing my fingers around her breast. “Ring any bells?”
Heat floods my body and my tongue darts out to wet my lips. I look like a panting dog, but I don’t care. Her tits are perfect.
She’s indulging me. Manipulating me, knowing I’ll agree to about anything when presented with such temptation.
“Hmmm. I think I need to touch the other one.” I grab her hips and pull her down on the bed beside me. She squeals and laughs as I shift until I am straddling her legs.
With a grin I reach out and grab her other breast, kneading both. She can’t appear less interested in what I am doing, as though she’s bored. It’s not an expression I’m used to seeing. The ball bitches who frequent the basketball games and after parties trying to get in the team’s shorts are always over eager, fluttering their lashes, licking their lips, pushing their tits out.
I swear they compete to see how many balls they can score, and I don’t mean on the court.
They’re as eager as a man in the desert when he finds water. Just as thirsty, too.
“Remember now?” She shoves my hands off her.
“Oh yeah. That was a good day,” I say. “I was so nervous about that date, but you manned up and came through.”
“Manned up?” She rams her fist into my shoulder.
I wince and bark out a pained laugh. She’s stronger than she appears to be. “You know what I mean. You took one for the team. Helped a guy out, even if I never got to second base with Eliza. Shit, I never got to first base on that date.”
“Well, you ignored her to call me.”
“So I wouldn’t get distracted and bail. I got there eventually. What base does leg humping fall under?”
Emerson shakes her head and ignores my question. “Yeah well you owe me and I’m cashing in.”
“What do you want?” I narrow my eyes, my hands resuming their exploration of her breasts.
“I had a date today.” She shivers as I brush my thumb across her nipple.
“I’m aware.” Stupid fucking Austin’s going to cost me a lot of money. “And what does this have to do with me?” I ask, caressing the other one, watching as they harden and peak.
“Well, I let you practice on me, so I think it’s only fair you return the favor.” She pushes up until she’s resting on her elbows shoving her breasts further into my hands. I squeeze.
“You want to play with my dick?”
He is standing at full attention now.
“What? No. I don’t want to play with...” She waves her hand toward my crotch before her eyes widen and she stares at my hard-on, visible in my basketball shorts. “That. Yet. Jesus, does that get uncomfortable? It looks like it would get in the way.”
“You have no idea.” I adjust myself to make it less noticeable. “So, if you don’t want to touch my dick... Wait, yet?”
“Focus.”
“I’ve never been so focused in my life. You don’t want to touch my dick...yet.”
“Colt.” She hums as I rub my thumb around her nipple. “Hear me out.”
“I’m listening.”
“I haven’t kissed someone. I’m almost twenty years old and my lipginity is still intact. You’re still a virgin for reasons unknown.”
I shrug and laugh it off. I’d like to figure that out too but whatever. “I haven’t kissed anyone either.” I point out.
“But at least you try to get laid.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Perks of being a fucking star shooting guard. There’s always someone willing to try.” Even if it doesn’t work, and I can never get it up. I’ve mastered the lie ‘this has never happened to me before’.
She purses her lips.
“I sense you have more to say,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes. “No shit. I thought maybe we could practice on each other?”
“I don’t need to practice getting laid. I have plenty of opportunity, as we’ve established. But, I mean, if you want to have sex, all you have to do is ask.”
It’s probably not ideal to bang your best friend when you live together. But I’d have to be blind not to appreciate how hot Em is. I’d have to be stupid to turn her down.
“No. I want you to kiss me.”
I stare at her. Her green eyes twinkle, a spark of hope lights her face, but it’s her lips I’m focused on. Full, soft, pink. Kissable. But...
“No.”
I can’t do it.
“Please?”
“Em, we’ve had this conversation before. Many times. Daily. I’m not kissing you.”
“You owe me.”
“I’ll give you anything else but that.”
“Please.”
“Does this have to do with Austin?”
She ignores my question. “Take my lipginity.” She rubs her thumb across her parted lips and sighs dramatically. “These lips are virgins, Colt. They’ve never kissed anything other than the back of my hand.”
“You practice on your hand?” My eyebrows shoot up and I snort back a laugh. Such a girl thing to do.
“Not the point.” She rolls her eyes and pushes herself up to a sitting position. “Teach me.”
“No.”
Em shoves me in the chest so I fall sideways on the bed and roll on my back. “I’m not teaching you.”
“Come on. I’m begging you now.” She pleads with me. Though she’s aware I don’t kiss girls, I’ve never told her why. It’s this weird thing I have. Something that’s always stuck in my mind.
Sex is nothing.
There’s no emotion, no desire, no connection. Probably why I’ve failed every time I’ve tried to get laid. I don’t get hard. It’s like my dick gets stage fright every time. I don’t get any complaints though, because I’m the star shooting guard. They don’t even complain when I walk out in the middle of a blow job.
It means that I have to go home and jack off in the shower, though, when my dick suddenly springs to life.
Blue balls are more painful than that time I broke my arm.
Sex is nothing.
But kissing? Kissing is intimate and something I’ll only do with the right person.
“Kiss me?” Hooking her leg over mine, she straddles my waist and leans down so her face is inches from mine. The simple action causing my dick to press firmly against the warm softness between her thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“No.” I place my hands on her legs to push her off me.
Big mistake.
The weight of her sliding along my hardness makes me impossibly harder.
Emerson gasps and glances down between us. Her eyebrows pull together and she bites her bottom lip.
I pull her forward eliciting a breathy sigh from her, and a groan from me. The sensation intensifies like an electric current. Desire builds.
She brings her eyes back up to mine and whispers, “Kiss me.”
“No.” I slide her back again.
“You’re a terrible friend.” Her eyes close and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as I pull her forward once more.
“Fuck. Don’t care.” A shiver runs down my spine.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. Her warmth, her softness, the slightest twist of her hips causing my dick to throb with each movement.
“Colt,” she breathes my name and I release my grip on her thighs expecting her to tell me to stop.
I should stop.
I need to stop. But Emerson shakes her head and pushes her hips backwards again. “Don’t stop.”
My hands find her thighs again, my fingers slipping under the hem of her sleep shorts as I slide her along my cock again. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but I can’t stop. I’ve never been so hard in my life, so turned on, so hot.
Letting her go for a moment, I pull my shirt up and over my head all the while she keeps a steady rhythm with her hips, moving herself back and forth along my length, giving her hips a little twist every time the head of my cock hits her center.
“Kiss me,” she pleads, her head falling back as her eyes close.
I push myself up, so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor.
Em gasps and grips my shoulders to stop herself from falling as my hands circle her back and dip into the waistband of her shorts. I pull her forward and push her back again.
“No.”
She moans, her tongue tracing her top lip as we grind our hips together. The only barriers between us are her silk sleep shorts and my basketball shorts.
I slide my hands up Em’s back, lifting her shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor with mine.
“Kiss me.” She leans back, resting her hands on the top of my knees as she rocks into me, over and over. She won’t let it go.
My mouth is dry, and my breaths are coming hard and fast. My eyes travel from her face, down her body, over her tits hidden from view by her bra, across her flat stomach to the center of her thighs.
She’s coming undone and I’ve never seen anything hotter.
“No,” I whisper, leaning forward and licking the column of her throat.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it but with her head tipped back I can’t resist.
Em groans, and the sound sends a shot of pleasure down my spine. I want to hear it again, so I trace my tongue back down her throat and over her collarbone.
She straightens up. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her bra and pulls it off. Her eyes never leaving mine. She presses her lips together in a hard line almost as though she is unsure if she went too far.
Not possible.
I ache with desire to touch her. I want to strip her naked and bury myself in her. And I could. My dick sure as hell isn’t shy around Em.
My hands find their way to her tits. I’ve touched them before, seen them before, but only when they were hidden by her bra. Cupping each of them in my hands, I squeeze and massage the soft supple skin, tracing my thumbs over the pink of her nipples as they harden more.
Em’s lips part and her breath comes out in small pants.
“Dammit it, Colt.” Her eyes roll as I pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger.
“Like that?” I ask and Emerson moans in response.
“So much.”
I’ve never done this with anyone else before. My sexual experience is limited to a few gropes in the utility closet, backseat of the car, under the bleachers at a football game. Sometimes they’ll try to give my dick mouth to mouth, try to coax it to life. But clothes don’t come off.
The way Em responds and reacts to every movement of my hips, every brush of my hands, has me wanting to explore more. Explore every inch of her body, touch every inch. Learn what makes her quiver and tremble.
I want to make her scream.
Fuck.
It’s getting out of hand.
I should stop.
We’re friends, and friends don’t do this.
But as Em rolls her hips against mine, and with every sigh, every moan, every time her nails dig into the skin on my thighs, I want to see this through.
I want to make her come.
I ache for it, more than my next breath.
Squeezing her breasts more and lifting them up, I lower my head, raising my eyes to hers at the last moment.
Her bright green eyes are so dark, almost black and heavy lidded. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession as she focuses on my every move, her hips still sliding back and forth, circling my dick over and over.
“Kiss me.”
I grin at her and her eyes widen right before I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around her nipple. Our gazes lock as I lick the pink bud, flicking my tongue over the tip while pinching and rolling the other between my fingers.
Em moans and lets her head fall back.
Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck it into my mouth, my teeth grazing her soft skin as my tongue continues its assault.
“Colt.” Emerson’s fingers thread into my hair and pull my head back, forcing me to release her nipple.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t forget the other one.” She pulls me back, guiding my mouth to her other breast which I take into my mouth, too, giving it the same care and attention as the other.
Her hips rock back and forth, faster and harder. Her fingers dig into my skull, pulling on my hair at the roots until there is a biting pain on my scalp. Pleasure shoots through me.
Jesus.
Who knew hair pulling could be so fucking good?
“Colt, I... This is... ahh. I... Mmm. I.” Emerson arches against me as my teeth graze her nipple. Our hips move faster, harder, picking up speed until Emerson leans into me, crying out as her body trembles and shakes. Her hips grinding chaotically while her arms hold my face to her breasts. My eyes dart up to hers and she meets my stare as her eyes glaze over and mouth drops open. Her body falling limply against mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting my hips, rubbing myself against her wet heat. I’m so close. I grip her hips tighter, sure my nails will leave marks on her skin, but it isn’t enough. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I shift on the bed, flipping us over and dropping Em on her back before bringing my body down over her.
Her hands trail lazily up and down my spine as I drive my hips into hers, grinding my cock against her. The heat from her body, her breasts pressing against my chest and the satisfied smile on her face is my undoing.
Heat, pleasure builds in my spine, traveling lower until my body succumbs to Emerson, the soft moans escaping her lips, the light twist of her hips. Electricity shoots through me, my body tightening and tensing as a ripple like I’ve never experienced before radiates through me and warm streams of come shoot into my shorts. I thrust against Em a few more times and collapse on top of her, absolutely spent.
It’s a few minutes before I can find words, let alone breathe.
“I’ll steal your first orgasm, but I’m not stealing your first kiss,” I mumble into her neck, dragging my teeth along the sensitive skin where her neck meets her shoulder.
She chuckles. “How do you know it’s my first?”
“Because I know you. You can’t get past one date and you’re still a lipgin,” I deadpan, resting my weight on my elbows, unable to move yet.
“Fair point, but how do you know I’ve not given myself one?”
“Have you?” I pull back slightly to study her face.
“No.” Her nose screws up and she shakes her head. “But I might start now I know what I’ve been missing out on.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and recite basketball stats to rid my thoughts of Emerson lying in our bed touching herself.
“You won’t need to.”
“Why is that?”
“Because we are so doing this again,” I say.
“Promise? Because that was fun.” She sighs and stretches out her body underneath mine.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groan again, pushing myself up and looking down at her. She arches an eyebrow. “You made me come in my fucking shorts. No one’s done that before.”
And I’m getting hard again.
“You’re welcome.” She laughs and wriggles her hips against mine.
“I need to clean up. I’m sticky as shit right now.” I stand and glance down at Emerson, waiting for the moment she realizes what we did crosses the friendship line.
Not that I care. I can go on like it never happened, but I don’t want to cause Em embarrassment, or for things to get weird between us.
But it doesn’t happen. She smiles up at me and stretches again before pulling the covers back and climbing into bed as if nothing happened.
Fucking awesome.