The Best Friend Bargain

No more teasing.

He licks me up and down. Slowly. Like he’s savoring it.

He explores me. Scrapes his teeth against my lips. Flicks his tongue against my clit. Plunges his tongue inside me.

I press my palm to my mouth, but it’s not enough to keep my groan contained.

He releases my breast. Traces a line up my neck and chin.

He hooks my bottom lip with his thumb.

I take his digit into my mouth. Suck hard.

Fuck, he tastes good. And having Forest’s thumb in my mouth—

It fills my head with so many delicious ideas.

He toys with me as I suck on him.

I knot my hand in his hair.

My brow knits.

My lips part.

My eyes fill with—

Fuck, it’s too much. I close my eyes. Groan against his hand.

His pressure gets harder. Higher. Higher—

There.

He flicks his tongue against my clit. A little to the right. Down. Up. Left.

Harder.

Softer.

Back and forth.

Up and down.

Circles.

Zigzags.

Sharp—

Fuck. I scrape my teeth against his finger.

He pulls back to groan. Then his mouth is against me and he’s working me just right.

Those quick, hard flicks.

Again and again and again.

Every flick of his tongue winds the tension in my sex. He pushes it tighter, tighter, tighter.

Works me higher, higher, higher.

Until it’s too much to take.

And not enough.

How can it be both?

How is he so fucking good at this?

He keeps that same steady pace. That same perfect pressure.

I wind tighter and tighter.

Then I’m there.

My world goes white. Nothing but pure, blinding light. Nothing but bliss.

The tension in my sex unravels. It flows through my torso, down my limbs, all the way to my fingers and toes.

My sex pulses.

My clit throbs.

My nipples pang.

I moan against his hand as I come. But that isn’t enough either.

I pull back. Groan his name.

He looks up at me with fire in his eyes. It’s pure demand. I have you where I want you and I’ll stop when I’m done with you. Not a second sooner.

I press my back into the wall to steady myself.

He plants a kiss on my inner thigh.

I tug at his hair. To pull him up. I need my hand around his cock. I need him in my mouth. Between my breasts. Inside me.

It doesn’t matter, as long as I have him.

He stays put.

I tug again. “Please.”

He stands.

I reach for his jeans. Undo the button. Pull down the zipper.

Mmm. He’s still hard. And there’s only a thin layer of cotton between us. Only those black boxers.

His eyelids flutter together. “Skye.”

“I lied before.”

“Huh?”

“I think about sucking you off all the time.”

His lips part with a groan.

“I think about you groaning my name as you pull my hair. And the way you’ll taste in my mouth. And—”

“Ahem,” a loud voice interrupts. “The dressing room is back through here. There’s one woman trying on some new styles, but otherwise, it’s empty.”

I jump backward.

He motions quiet. Zips his pants. Jumps onto the tiny chair. Crouches.

So his legs aren’t visible. So only mine are.

The shopper says something to the saleswoman.

The saleswoman laughs. “Yes, she’s been in here a while. I’m sure she’ll buy a lot. Why else would she be in here?” She clears her throat. “No, no, no one will interrupt you. But I will be back in a few minutes to see if you need more sizes.”

Forest stifles a chuckle.

I press my hand to my mouth so I won’t laugh.

Fuck, the saleswoman has us nailed. And now… I guess I have to buy this boring dress.

But then again it’s the dress I wore the first time Forest really kissed me.

The first time he—

Fuck, I’m hot just thinking about it.

He waits until the door clicks then he turns to me. Makes that same shhh noise. Mouths I’ll meet you outside.

He slips out of the store with quiet footsteps.

I change into my street clothes, gather the polka dot dress, slip out of the dressing room.

The salesgirl is standing behind the counter, shaking her head you think that’s enough?

Ahem. I stare at the wall. Uh… another dress. There. I grab the same thing, but in all black. And red sunglasses. You can never have too many pairs of sunglasses.

The salesgirl smiles from the counter. She grabs one of the rose pins sitting on the display. Sets it on top of my dresses. You’re buying that too. “Attending a special event with your boyfriend?”

“Yeah. A wedding.”

“Who’s?”

“His ex’s.”

Her brow scrunches with confusion. “Reminding him why he chose you?”

“Uh…” I pull out my dad’s credit card. Hand it over.

She uses a tissue to pick it up and swipe it then hands it back. “I don’t mind activities if you two are alone. But let me know first.” She makes the money sign with her first two fingers.

“Yeah… sure.”

“I can keep the coast clear.” Her gaze shifts to Forest, who’s standing outside the store, the picture of confidence. “He’s hot.”

“He is.”

“Girls with big boobs always get the hot guys.” She sighs wistfully. Hands over my receipt. And a bright pink shopping bag. “You expecting a scene at the wedding? Or just more like this?”