Page 81 of Ruin The Friendship
Lydia drops to her knees and mauls my mouth. She clearly doesn’t care about her own cum on my face either.
I break us apart, cupping her cheeks in my hands. “Do you?—”
She stops me with another kiss.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Please.”
36
NEVER LETTING GO
LYDIA
Fletcher frantically jumps to his feet, running down the hall bare ass naked.
“Where are you going?” I shout through peals of laughter.
“Stay there,” he yells from down the hall.
I stand, so I’m at least not kneeling on the hardwood floor, and the need to pee is suddenly all I can think about. I hurry to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” Fletcher asks.
“Bathroom!”
“Okay, fine. But stay there until I tell you.”
“Fine.”
I take care of things and wash my hands, staring at myself in the mirror as I take a deep breath. Fletcher just ate me out as literal fireworks shot off behind us. I wasn’t sure what the start of the New Year would bring, but I’m not mad about it.
Internally, I squeal. This all feels too good to be true. My pussy is still aching for more, desperate to feel him inside me.
And holy shit, Fletcher is stunning. I mean, I have eyes, but something about seeing him naked for the first time broke my brain. His body is insane. Feeling his skin under mine, the way his muscles flexed and tensed with each movement was wild. Not only that, but he continued to make me feel safe in that familiar way he does. I was able to lose myself in the moment because it was with him. No one else has ever made me feel like this.
After another minute, I hear him say my name.
I stride down the hall, fully embracing my nudity. When I walk back into the small living room, it's transformed. Fluffy blankets are laid out on the floor in front of the fireplace, and the coffee table has been moved into the kitchen. Pillows are piled on the blankets too, and Fletcher stands there, awkwardly holding a pillow over his junk.
“Drop it,” I say with a smile.
His own smile grows as he drops the pillow, showing me his still very hard, very impressive length. “Like what you see, beautiful?”
I bite my lip, striding toward him. “You know I do.”
His hand grips my hip, and he pulls me into him, crashing our lips together.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Fletcher groans as his hands roam all over my body, my hips, my rolls.
“So are you,” I say through breathless gasps as we lower to the blanket-covered floor.
“Lydi, you’re going to make me blush.”
I lie back, resting my head on a pillow.
The air between us changes, no longer playful and teasing but drenched in seriousness. Fletcher settles between my spread thighs, his fingers going to my still-soaked core. “Are you ready for me, beautiful?”
“Please.”
