Instead of responding, pulling away, or making any other attempt to end this—whatever this was—she closed the distance.
At the feel of her mouth on mine, my body went into autopilot. I pulled her on top of me, one hand in her hair, the other squeezing her firm ass through her yoga pants. I'd joked so many times about her well-defined butt—just to get a rise out of her—but actually having my hand on it was a whole different story. Den rubbed herself against my raging hard-on, and every muscle inside coiled at the sensory overload. It had been too long.
As soon as she parted her lips in a moan, my tongue slid inside. There was no more waiting. I let go of the long strands of her hair, and my hand slapped her other ass cheek. I didn't think I had ever done that to a girl, but the frantic kiss and the need took over my actions. Her tongue tangling with mine in perfect synchronization set every cell inside of me on fire.
Yes!
I sat us up and grasped the hem of her shirt. Den lifted her arms, and in one swift motion, I threw the fabric off to the side. The instant it dropped from my hands, they were back on the girl straddling my lap. My eyes could barely focus, thanks to my intoxication, but I was able to make out enough for my cock to get even harder. Finding her breasts covered in the sexiest black bra, I traced the lace border with my index finger, the swell of her breast rising and falling with her labored breathing.
"Your turn." She leaned in and exhaled the words against my ear. Den mimicked my actions, pulling my tee over my head and dropping it off to the side.
I drew her into me again so that our bodies were flush against each other. The heat radiating off her burned my naked chest in the best possible way. Her lips were back on mine, and I thrust up, grinding myself against her like a horny teenager in heat—all of which I was.
Trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, I pulled the straps of her bra down, freeing her perky tits.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I mumbled before swiping my tongue over one of her nipples.
"Wes." My name on her lips spurred me on even more. Never in a million years would I've thought I'd have a half-naked Denielle Keller sitting on my cock.
I cupped her other breast while I captured her hard bud between my tongue and top teeth with a gentle tug and rolled it between them.
A loud moan escaped her throat. "If you don't fuck me soon, I am going to take matters into my own hands, Sheats." Her crass words were the biggest turn-on, and I pulled her hips forward against my erection. She leaned into me, and when she bit down on my shoulder, I flipped her on her back in one fluid move.
I had no clue I was into this kind of foreplay, but holy hell, the sting from the bite pushed my need to be inside of her to a whole new level.
Hovering above her, we stared at each other for a long moment, both breathing erratically. The alcohol had somewhat left my system, but not enough for me to want to stop us—unless she put the brakes on. I was too far gone. Plus, my dick would've never forgiven me.
I sat back on my heels on the bed and curled my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. Slowly peeling the tight fabric off her toned legs, my breath hitched when I discovered that she was going commando.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and I smirked. "A girl after my own heart."
She quirked one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, and I stood up on the bed—slightly wobbly between the shifting mattress and the remaining bourbon in my system—and shoved my sweats down, my dick springing free.
Den licked her lips, and I was about to blow just at the sight of her tongue darting out and the thought of her taking me into her mouth. She must've read my mind, because she shifted to her knees, wrapping her hand around me.
"Fuck," I hissed incoherently.
Her mouth was less than an inch from the tip of my cock. At the warmth and moisture from her breath against my head, I closed my eyes, ready for—
Den's phone started blaring "Good Goodbye" by Linkin Park somewhere in the room, and it was like a bucket of ice had been poured over my head. Both of them. Not only was that Lilly's ringtone, but it also sobered me up enough for sanity to start shouting in my head about what I was thinking.
I was about to fuck my best (female) friend. Being trashed or not, this could've ruined everything. The song cut off, and the call either went to voice mail or she hung up. Not that I cared. What I did care about, though, was the girl whose swollen lips were way too close to my painfully hard dick. He didn't get the memo that this would've been a disastrous idea.
This was Den. Not one of the girls I used to make out with at a party. I loved her, but not in that way. Just as the realization hit, D sat back and looked up through her dark lashes. We stared at each other for a long time, her hand still wrapped around me.
I slowly lowered myself back down to the mattress, taking hold of her wrist and interlacing our fingers as we sat mostly naked in front of each other.
In an attempt to not make this beyond awkward and lose my last friend, I let a smirk creep up my face. After a second, she mimicked my expression. There was no embarrassment, but we were on the same page.
"Friends?" I asked.Please say yes.
She cocked her head, thinking for a moment. "Best friends."
With that, she leaned off to the side, hanging half off the bed, and retrieved her shirt. I followed suit, and we dressed without another word. Fully covered, I settled back against the headboard and lifted my arm, indicating for her to come close again.
"Hey, D."
"Hmm?" She was suddenly extremely interested in the TV again.