Best Friend's Ex Box Set

We dragged ourselves to the couches and turned on the infamous football games, and the three of us soon passed out on the couch and slept off our full stomachs.

When we all woke up three hours later, it was to Michael knocking on the door. He came in and gave us all a hug, and invited Tiffany to come over and have dessert with his family. Tiffany was excited about having two desserts in one day, which only reinforced the appearance of cluelessness she exhibited every time Michael flirted with her.

“I’m gonna have to just yell it at her, aren’t I?” I asked Colt.

“She won’t figure it out until she realizes his tongue is down her throat,” Colt said.

“So, since we all cooked, who’s doing the dishes?”

“Unfortunately, that would be us,” Colt said.

We rolled ourselves off the couch and started for the kitchen. I began carrying and stacking dishes as Colt ran a sink of hot, soapy water. As I scraped the dishes over the trashcan, I handed them to him for a dip and scrub in the water before they went into the dishwater. Nearly to the end of the pile, he pulled a plate out too fast and covered me in dirty water.

“Hey! Be careful! That’s water’s disgusting,” I said.

“Oh, really?” he asked. “Well, what about this water?”

He turned on the faucet and flicked a little my way as I put my hands up to stop the assault. We still had pots and pans to clean, but Colt couldn’t man up long enough to get it done.

“Colt, stop it! We gotta clean!” I said.

“But you’re such a dirty girl, right?” he asked.

“Not on your life,” I said, giggling.

He kept flicking water at me, and soon I’d had enough. I reached over and grabbed the spray nozzle from the back of the sink, and he held his hands up, eying me warily.

“Whoa now. That’s a big hose you got there, little lady. You know how much water that thing spews?” he asked.

“Depends on how you rub it,” I said.

“And you say you’re not a naughty girl.”

I turned the hose on him and soaked the entire front of his body. Cole started scooping water from the trickling faucet and threw it at me by the handfuls, and soon we were slipping and sliding around on the kitchen floor. His shirt was sticking to his chest, and my hair was matted to my face, and by the time Colt was able to get to the sink to shut it off, we had soaked the entire kitchen floor.

“I can’t move without slipping,” I said through my laughter.

“Whose fault is that?” he asked.

“Hey, you’re the one who—whoa!”

I slid forward and toppled into Colt, who caught me in his arms before landing back first into the fridge. I couldn’t get my balance with the socks I was wearing, and when I grabbed onto Colt’s shirt, I heard it rip right out from under my hands. His shirt fell to the floor in tatters just as my ass hit the ground. When I looked up, I was met with Colt’s darkened stare, right along with his wet, glistening chest.

For the first time since this thing had happened between us, I wanted him for completely selfish purposes. He was no longer a way to relieve stress or a way to distract my mind from the outside world. He was now a man I wanted to feel against me every second of every day. I wanted his presence, not because he made me feel safe from threats, but because he was a joy to be around. Simply put, he made me happy.

But when he slowly sank to my body that was pressed into the cold, wet floor of the kitchen, his lips hovered against mine and ignited a passion I was only just beginning to feel.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

His lips came down on mine, and my hand slowly slipped into his hair. His kiss was deep, and his tongue slowly slid between my lips. I parted my legs for him, and he slipped perfectly between my thighs, his jeans heavy against my naked legs while his hand slipped down and cupped my still-clothed breast.

My head tilted off to the side, begging for more of him while his hand was planted into the floor, when all at once I felt his fingertips trail up my stomach. My soaking wet dress was providing no barrier against his skin, and when it slipped over my head, he brought his lips down to my neck.

His kisses were soft, like butterflies fluttering against my skin, and the heat my body cast out into the universe was nothing compared to the heat his lips were giving me with every connection they made. He kissed down the valley of my breasts and pressed his face deep into my bosom as my hips rose to meet his in a desperate need to feel him where I wanted him the most.

My stomach jumped with every flick of his tongue against my skin, and my hands twisted into the wet strands of hair on his head. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs, and when he dropped back down onto me, I felt his dick slap my leg. He was rock hard and ready for me while his tip dripped against my skin, and a sense of pride surged within me to know I could provoke such a response in him, just as he did in me.

“Take me, Colt,” I whispered.