I grab hold of his hair and bury his face between my legs. I moan, still half asleep but completely aroused. He takes my hand and entwines his fingers in mine. I cry out, using my other hand to rub my nipples. I open my eyes and glance down. He smiles up at me, and I chuckle.
“Forgive me?” he asks, lifting his mouth away from my pussy just long enough to utter those words.
“I will if you finish what you've started,” I say with a grin. He laughs and gets back to work, flicking at my clit. I close my eyes, losing myself in the moment and loving the feel of his tongue exploring me.
“Oh, god,” I whisper. He takes my other hand and holds me down. My back lifts off the mattress, and my thighs clench as I near climax. I twist, trying to get my hands free so I can force him deeper inside me, but he won't let me.
Growling, I pull against his hands as a feeling of ecstasy races through me. Holy hell, it's the orgasm of a lifetime. I groan, my body jerking one way and then the other as he relentlessly sucks my clit.
“Oh, fuck, please stop,” I cry.
He still doesn't stop, his tongue still circling my clit. My body spasms as I come again. I can barely cope as his tongue licks the full length of my throbbing pussy. I gasp, finally prying my hands free. I hold his head and bury it against me while I groan, barely able to string a sentence together. Finally, the orgasm eases, and I push him away.
He moves back up the bed, kissing me everywhere along the way until he reaches my mouth. All I can taste is myself as he holds me in his arms and presses his mouth against mine.
“I'm so sorry,” he murmurs. “I never wanted you to feel the way I made you feel tonight.”
“Well, you certainly made up for it,” I mutter. “That was one hell of a goodnight kiss.” He stands up for long enough to peel off his clothes, before climbing back into my bed.
“I won't stay long, for obvious reasons,” he murmurs.
I nod, half listening as my eyes grow heavy. The feel of him up against me, the sound of his breathing and just the sensation of his warm body being so close is enough to send me drifting off to sleep.“Anna, have you seen my—” The door swings open. “Fuck,” Dad growls.
Panicked, I sit upright and glare at him, my eyes wide. “Dad, you can’t just walk in here like that,” I gasped, rushing to cover myself up. “What if I was doing something you weren’t supposed to see?”
“You mean like fucking my best friend?” he roars. Oh, shit. I glance next to me and glare at Nick, who is just waking up. He sees Dan, and his eyes widen. He jumps up.
“Jesus fucking Christ, put some pants on before you injure someone with that thing,” Dad growls, looking away. He mutters something under his breath while Nick and I stare at each other in shock, not sure what to do. I flush.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Nick says. He reaches for his jeans and pulls them on and buttons them up. I've never seen him look so nervous. He walks around to face my father, who turns back to glare at me.
“Don't you fucking lie to me,” he roars, his eyes flashing with anger. “You were in my daughter’s bed, naked, and you’re trying to tell me this was innocent?”
Nick flushes, which only fuels Dad’s anger.
“You've obviously been doing this for a while, too. All those times I said I trusted you with Anna, you were doing this behind my back? What kind of friend are you?” He laughs. “Wait a minute. You're not my friend. You’re a useless, lying piece of shit who I want out of my face.”
He turns around and stares at me. My blood goes cold because I’ve never seen such disappointment in his eyes.
“I’ll deal with you later,” he mutters. He stalks out of the room.
Nick walks over and shuts the door. He rests his hands on the back of his head as he turns around to look at me. I'm in tears. They’re rolling freely down my cheeks, and I can't stop them. I grab the sheet and wrap it around me, standing up.
I walk over to Nick, who throws his arms around me. “Shh, it's okay. It’s going to be okay,” he soothes me. I can't see how. “I’m going to go out there and talk to him, okay? It’s going to be fine. Trust me.” I nod, almost starting to believe him. I watch him throw a shirt on, and then he walks out, leaving me alone.
He’s never going to understand.