No One But You

I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked away. My skin felt like it was being burned by the most beautiful rays of sunshine. It was like every fibre of my being wanted nothing more than to smile and be happy. I couldn’t remember the last time I actually felt like that. It was bliss. And even though we weren’t exactly conventional, we were us. It was our very own kind of conventional. We had been friends all our lives, we had seen each other at our lowest, and we had in our own way helped each other through it. I loved him and he loved me and we loved our children. Maybe it wouldn’t be the easiest transition for them, but all that mattered was that we were honest and open with them.

“Please tell me it wasn’t on the food.” Dorian stood on the other side of the island with one hand on her hip and a glass of wine in the other. “I can live with it, as long as it wasn’t on the food.”

Jamie came up behind me, leaning over me to get his beer before settling with his front flush against my back. I could feel his semi pressing into the top of my butt crease and the curve of my lower back.

“What wasn’t on the food?” I could tell from his tone and the blatant way he ran his free hand from my waist to my hip to the top of my thigh that he was trying to rile his sister. He hunched his shoulders just enough to make it feel like he was cocooning me. The smile on my face growing as his warmth permeated through our clothes. It should’ve felt like too much in front of her. It should’ve felt awkward. But it felt amazing. It felt liberating being together in front of others.

“I’m trying so hard not to vomit right now.” She tried to grimace through her smile. “But seriously, keep that…” she circled her hand in our direction, “Away from the food. Just stay away from the kitchen until Christmas is out of the way.” She turned on her heel and left us before we could reply. Me with my nervous laugh and Jamie…

Jamie with his hand slipping back up my thigh. My dress bunching on his wrist. “What are you doing?” He was crazy. His sisters, my best friends, were in the other room and he was succeeding in getting into my pants. “Jamie—”

He leant over me and silenced me with his lips. His tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting and exploring. He took my wineglass from my hand and put it on the opposite side of the counter as his other hand slipped under the waistband of my tights and cupped the apex of my thighs. I could feel my knees buckle as his fingers massaged my pussy over the satin of my knic

kers. Fuck. I could feel myself flush from head to toe as my pussy clenched, begging for him. His semi now rock hard.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he pushed my underwear to the side as his fingers ran up and down my folds collecting my arousal on his fingers and spreading it up to my clit and all the way back to the bottom of my pussy. “You have no idea how badly I want to strip you down and have you kneel on the counter so I can eat you till you come on my tongue.”

Jesus. Fuck. My. Life. Christ.

I moaned as he thrust a finger inside. My breath hitching as the burning heat of the sun felt like it was running to my every extremity. His tongue thrust into my mouth mirroring the same action as his finger. His other hand twisted in my hair and pulled slightly as he slipped his finger out of my pussy and plunged back in adding another. His lips sealed tight over mine as he drank my moan. My fingers digging into the outside of his thighs as I squirmed back into him. His long and languid exhale pushing my groans back down my throat.

“I swear to God, Quincy, I’m going to fucking devour you when they leave.” He thrust his fingers deeper and higher as I cupped his erection through his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you in every fucking room…on every fucking surface, against every fucking wall, door…every-fucking-where.” My pussy clenched at his every word, urging him on.

“Just throw them out.” I breathed as his other hand cupped my face and his eyes bore in to mine. “I need you to fuck me now.” I whined as my fingers fumbled with the button and fly of his trousers.

His breath hitching as I slid my hand in his boxers. His fingers pumping harder and faster as his thumb circled my clit. Even the hairs on my head felt like they were on fire. The hand cupping my face squeezed as he ran his thumb down my nose and into my mouth. My lips closed around it as my tongue licked and swirled. His body stiffened as he let out a low growl, my thumb running across the slit of his dick and spreading his pre-cum all the way around the tip.

“I need…I need you to—”

“I’m coming in in five…four…” Jake’s voice had me pulling my hand out of his jeans in record time.

“Fuck off, Jake.” Jamie called as his fingers thrust in at the same time as his thumb pressed down on my clit. My hand wrapping around his wrist trying to stop him.

“Three. I’m coming in whether you like it or not. We need more drinks if we’re going to have to listen to you two go at it some more!”

Jamie huffed as he slipped his fingers out of my pussy. My walls clenching at the loss. “I fucking hate him some times.” He whispered into my hair as he popped his thumb out of my mouth.

“Two!”

I groaned as Jamie turned me to face him. My breath hitching as he licked his fingers clean of my arousal. His eyes burning into mine in a filthy promise of what was to come.

“Breathe, Quincy.” He murmured in my ear as I felt him tuck himself back into his boxers and do up his jeans.

“One!”

I was speechless. I wanted to jump him right there and then, Jake or no Jake. My fingers knotted in his hair as he kissed me deep and recklessly…wild. I could taste myself on his lips and on his tongue. It was hot and dirty and it made me wetter and needier for him. Our breaths heaving as he pulled my tights back into place before he sat me on the counter. My legs wrapping around his waist as my arms crossed behind his neck, holding him tightly to me.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Jake stomped into the kitchen and as I tried to pull back Jamie kissed me harder and pushed closer into me. “You could at least stop whilst I’m here.”

We pulled away from each other as Jamie gave him the finger.

“We’re ordering a Curry.” Jake casually informed us as he reached into the drinks fridge by my legs and grabbed another couple of beers as well as the opened bottle of Riesling. “Unless you want a veggie curry I’d suggest you two go put your order in with Willow.”

Fucking Willow.

I could almost hear Jamie think it at the same time as I thought it. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was meant to be my best friend, not a bloody cockblock. “I hate your fucking sister some times.”

“Now you know how I feel.” Jake said as he stood next to us as if he was waiting to escort us out of the kitchen. “Just in case you two were wondering I was told to drag you both back with me. We all know she can’t be trusted with ordering food for normal people.”