Best Friends Forever

“I bet you say that to all the girls, at least the ones who end up in the shower with you,” she teased, with a sexy drawl.

She moved her hands slowly up the tops of my thighs until they came to a stop, curling around my hard erection. It pulsed under her gentle touch, and I thought I might lose consciousness as she began to pump her fists up and down its length, gripping me tighter and tighter as she went.

Just when I thought there might not be a better way to start the day, she proved me wrong. Meredith dropped down in front of me, kissed the head of my cock slowly, and then sucked me into her hot mouth. I hissed between my teeth, throwing my arms out against the walls of the shower to brace myself. I was fighting against my own instincts to force myself deeper inside her mouth.

“God, that’s a good start to the day,” I got out in hungry breaths.

She laughed softly, which sent an unbelievable tingle all the way up my shaft, straight to my spine.

“And that’s only the beginning,” she paused long enough to say.

She took my full cock in her mouth, deep throating me in the most torturously wonderful way, drawing my orgasm to the very brink with the wild fluttering of her tongue along my shaft.

I made the mistake of looking down at her and was shocked to meet her eyes. She was watching me the whole time, taking in my reaction to what she was doing to me. It was the sexiest thing I’d seen in my entire life, and it took all I had not to force myself in deeper still.

She continued to pull at me with her gorgeous mouth, making my leg muscles tense. I couldn’t hold out much longer, but this wasn’t the way I intended to spend my morning with Meredith. I leaned down and pulled her to her feet, smiling in response to the flash of confusion on her face. She grinned wickedly as I turned her around and placed each of her hands on the shower wall.

“Are you going to brand me now?” she asked over her shoulder faking innocence. I nearly came right then and there at the sight of her biting her bottom lip. I held her against the wall with my own hands while I leaned back to get a full view of the water trickling through the tendrils of her hair and down her round ass.

“Oh, baby. Brand or no, you are all mine now.”

I pushed myself against her back, guiding myself between her open legs. The heat of her center wrapped around me, almost making the water feel cold in comparison. Meredith moaned softly, and the effect it had on me was unmistakable.

“God, you feel so good,” I breathed against her cheek.

Increasing my speed, I continued to push deeper till she began to whimper. Her head fell back against my shoulder, and I kiss her open mouth. She met my tongue with hers, arching her back and exposing her breasts.

I reached forward and took her nipples between my fingers, twisting them harder and harder as she arched deeper into my thrust. She cried out, softly at first, then louder until her shouts filled the shower, echoing off the marble walls around us.

My hot juices mixed with hers as I made my own sounds of pleasure. I slowed my pace, drawing the last of her orgasm out of her until she was left weak and limp in my arms.

“What... took you so long?” I asked, fighting like mad to catch my breath.

“What do you mean?” she panted in return, her back still pressed against my chest, moving her hips against where I still connected inside of her.

“What took you so long to come back home?”

Chapter 8

Meredith

I froze, my head still pressed back against Colt’s chest. What did he mean? He had to have just meant come back to Texas. I wasn’t so naive to think that this wasn’t anything but a fling for him. It was a ‘in the moment’ kind of thing. I was just happy I got to live out this childhood fantasy of mine as long as it lasted.

I shook it off, and then turned to face him with a smirk and wound my arms around his neck. I planted a quick kiss on his lips, and replied, “I'm here for now. Isn't that good enough?”

He stared back at me with an unreadable expression before smiling at me sadly. “I guess it'll have to do.”

Before I could answer, there was a soft knock on the door. A timid voice called out, “Mr. Stone? I'm so sorry to bother you, but this phone down here's just been ringing and ringing. I'm afraid it might be something wrong...with your guest, I mean.”

Colt and I exchanged a confused look before I pressed both hands over my mouth to stifle a surprised yelp. “My phone! Holy crap, the office!”

I bolted

from the shower, catching my toe on the bamboo rug and almost toppling headfirst into the marble countertop. I was saved by two strong hands that slipped around my waist and pulled me back.

“Where’s the fire, honey? You’re on country time here.”

He handed me an oversized towel from the wall shelf behind him, then took one down for himself. He looked every bit as gorgeous as he had the day before with the crisp white towel around his waist, setting off the deep tan he’d gotten working out in the sun for countless hours at a time.