Just Friends

 

He stared at her as she sat across the room laughing at something someone said to her. She shook her head and he watched the lights in the room glint off her hair. It was falling down her back now. His hands fisted to resist the urge to walk over there and bury his hands in it. To see if it was as soft and sleek as it looked. To see what noise she would make when he touched her finally.

With an irritated growl, he turned away and took a swig of his beer. Gotta stop watching her. We're supposed to be friends, dammit. He turned back just in time to see her reach up and rub her neck with a wince. That was enough. He slid through the crowd and into the couch behind her, bumping her a little.

She looked up and grinned when she realized it was him. "Hey you," she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek in a friendly greeting.

As she did, he grabbed the wine glass out of her hand and set it on the table. "I think I better put this somewhere safe." He turned to look at her again. "Your neck's bothering you again, isn't it?" She nodded. He reached up and brushed the hair over to one side and laid his palms on her neck. When she sighed at the warthm and scooted closer, he had to shift his weight to accomodate the sudden tightening in his jeans.

He rubbed her neck slowly and methodically. He'd done this for her before, working out the small knots and kinks she'd collected over the week. Tonight though, for some reason, he found his hands wanting to wander lower. To wrap around her waist and pull her tight to him. To bury his face in that mass of hair while he buried himself....

He snapped his head up suddenly and gave himself a mental shake to clear out those thoughts. He tried to remind himself that she had a boyfriend (who's been TDY for the last year) and he had a girlfriend (who hadn't been home before midnight in how long?).

He moved back on the couch a bit to get some leverage to work on her shoulders (and put some distance between their bodies) but he ended up bumping into the person sitting behind him. He muttered a "sorry" and moved back closer to her.

"This just isn't working," he thought. "I'm supposed to be giving her a friendly neck rub and instead I can't stop thinking about the rest of her body rubbing up against me."

"This isn't working...." she said sadly.

"Hmm.... what?" He asked, a bit off-guard.

"It's too crowded in here to get comfortable and my neck is killing me." She stood up and grabbed his hand, "Come on, I bet we can find a room that's not as full." She started leading him through the house, peeking her head into different rooms until she found the one that she wanted. She pulled him in, shutting the door and turning on the lights behind them. "This is much better," she said.

They were in the game room. "Why isn't anyone in here?" he wondered out loud.

"Cause our hostess refuses to keep this room open at parties ever since the window got broken by a stray cueball....." She moved to sit on one of the bar stools. which put her shoulders at just the right height for him to work. She looked over her shoulder at him, "Well? are you going to finish that neck rub or not?"

He stepped closer and lifted her hair out of the way again. As he did, the smell of her shampoo hit him.... raspberries.... He bit his lower lip to keep from groaning. He rubbed his palms together and then laid them back on her neck. She groaned and he pulled back.

She tilted her head back to look at him. "Why'd you stop?"

He looked down at his hands for a moment, the palms hard and rough. "Thought I hurt you."

She laughed softly and cupped her hands around one of his, looking at him as she drew the hand up to look at it, then set it on her shoulder. "You wouldn't hurt me. I trust you...." Her eyes scanned over his face as she smiled. "Now, come on.... I've been dying for you to get your hands on me all week." She turned around and wiggled a little on the bar stool to get comfortable.

He put his hands on her shoulders and started rubbing, focusing on the knots of muscle under his fingers. She groaned softly whenever he found a particularly sore spot and he found himself imagining her moaning and squirming like that under him.

He stepped in closer, his chest against her back as his thumbs caressed along either side of her spine. Her skin was so soft under his hands. Those little noises she was making were driving him crazy. She smelled so good.. he found himself dying to find out if her skin tasted nearly as good.

He couldn't stop himself. He was leaning over to brush his lips against the bare skin of her neck, his hands sliding down her arms to her hands and then back up, as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over the skin.

She moaned his name and he felt her hand worm into his hair. God, her skin was so sweet. So silky soft. He didn't want to stop. His mouth worked it's way up to her ear, sucking on the lobe and nipping it as her fingers tightened in her hair.

A sudden guilt caused him to pull away from her ear. "We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered in her ear raggedly.

"I know," she murmured. "But it doesn't seem quite real, does it?" She leaned back against his chest slightly and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"No it doesn't. I just know I want this right now."

She pulled away slightly and looked at his face over her shoulder. She worked a hand free from his embrace and cupped his face, causing him to tilt his head into her hand and close his eyes in bliss. "Then let's make tonight just about us. No thinking, no tomorrow."

At that, he opened his eyes and stared into hers. He watched the desire, the hunger to touch and be touched flicker behind her eyes. He let out a groan of defeat and turned her on the stool, still held in his arms. She opened her legs slightly and he stepped into them, pressing his body against her even as his mouth gave down on hers roughly. He nipped and worried at her lips until they parted and he snaked his tongue inside, kissing her with all the pent-up tension in his body.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands slipping down to his waist and fisting in his shirt to keep him close. He ran his tongue over hers, tasting the wine she'd been drinking earlier, as he trailed a hand up her side, to her neck, cupping her jaw to hold her mouth at the best angle to keep plundering it. His thumb pressed against her chin, pushing her mouth open wider.

When he broke the kiss to nip his way along the column of her throat, she was gasping for breath. He glanced up out of the corner of his eye to see her eyes half closed and her mouth red and swollen as her head fell back in surrender. He swirled his tongue over a spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and was rewarded by a shuddering in-drawn breath and the feeling of her fingernails grazing his sides through his shirt as she fisted her hands tighter.

Taking that as a sign of encouragement, he set his teeth over the spot, biting down on it. She moaned out loud and arched against him. As he bit harder, her moan of pleasure only grew louder until it filled his ears and blocked everything else out. He sucked hard on the bite mark and felt her shudder in his arms, along with the sudden pebbling of her nipples against his chest.

He trailed his tongue over her collarbone, pulling the collar of her shirt aside as he did. One of her hands dragged up his back and he hissed in pleasure at the feel of her nails along the bare skin at the nape of his neck. Her fingers tightened in his hair again, pulling his mouth closer to her. He nipped the muscle along her collarbone and she moaned aloud again. This time though, she moaned his name.

The taste of her, the feel of her, the sounds she was making - he was lost in a sensual haze. He pulled with both hands against her shirt until the fabric gave way with a rip.

"Wait," she moaned before stepping away from him to stand a few steps away. She pulled the remains of her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. With a cheeky grin, she looked up at him. "It's one of my favorites and I don’t want to lose it." The hooks released under her fingers and she shrugged her shoulders, the straps falling down over her arms. She lowered her hands to her waist and the bra fell at her feet.

She stepped toward him and ran her hands down his chest to his waist, then gathered the fabric in her fists and pulled upward. He grabbed the back of the collar and yanked the shirt over his head, throwing it aside in his haste. He cupped one breast in his hand, capturing the nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching at it as he kneaded the flesh.

Her knees wavered and he brought his other arm around her waist to hold her up as he leaned down to catch her lower lip between his teeth, worrying at it before plunging his tongue into her mouth again. She rose up on her toes, moaning into his mouth and he squeezed her breast again. He broke away from her mouth as he turned her in his arms again.

She whimpered softly at the loss and he tightened his arms around her waist, leaning in to whisper harshly in her ear, "What do you want me to do?"

She wiggled her hips back against him and he put his hands over them stopping her. "No, tell me what you want."

She cursed under her breath. "I want you dammit." He brought his hands back up, taking a breast in each hand and teasing the nipples. She moaned. "I want to come damn you."

He chuckled in her ear. "I think I can arrange that." He slid one hand down and thumbed open the button of her jeans, easing the zipper open enough to slide his hand inside, past the waist of her panties and brush his fingers over her clit.

She moaned again, digging her nails into his forearm, leaning back into him, trying to angle her hips so that he wouldn't stop touching her. He dipped his head to suck and nip at her shoulder again, his fingers sliding lower, over her lips, the tips damp before he thrust one finger into her. She shrieked and rose higher on her toes.

Jesus, she was so hot. So tight, gripping his finger. So wet. So welcoming. He started working the finger in and out of her as she rocked her hips, grinding alternately against his hand and back against the front of his jeans. He needed to be inside her, but he held back. He had to hear her first, feel her come apart under his hands before he lost his mind. He withdrew his finger and pushed back in roughly with a second, working them both in and out of her as best he could with her pants still on.

She arched against him and he felt her body clamp down around his fingers as her nails dug into his arm. She screamed his name again, her body shuddering before she slumped against him. He withdrew his fingers, teasing her lips as he kissed along the side of her neck, giving her a moment to recover. She reached back, her hands rubbing over his thighs before grazing over his fly and cupping him through the material.

He lifted his head long enough to glance around the room and walked them forward until her thighs bumped the pool table in the center of the room. She shot out a hand to keep from toppling forward, using the new leverage to grind back against him again. His hand slid out of her jeans and he ran the fingertip over her lip. Her tongue snaked out to wrap around his finger and she sucked on it with a throaty moan.

He growled and pulled her hair to turn her head enough that he could capture her mouth bruisingly, tasting wine and her juices in her mouth. He couldn't wait any longer. He reached down and unzipped her jeans the rest of the way as he sucked on her tongue, only breaking away when he leaned down to push her jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them and kicked them to one side.

His hand slid up along her spine as he stood, pushing her down over the table. At her waist, he nipped at the skin just over her spine. She moaned and tried to lean up, but his hands slid over her arms, long fingers closing over her wrists and keeping her down. He bit and nibbled his way up the curve of her spine as she squirmed under him.

He transferred both her wrists to his left hand and reached around her hip with the right, finding her clit and pressing on it. He leaned into her, keeping the connection between their bodies as he worked his way up her back, rubbing her clit as he did. She writhed under his touch, moaning and cursing softly. She pushed her hips back, grinding against the front of his jeans and making him growl against the skin of her shoulder blade.

"Fuck me," she moaned as he reached her neck, her head falling back to lay against his shoulder. She turned her head and bit down on his neck, making him groan finally. She let go and swirled her tongue over the teethmarks. "Fuck me."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled away enough to unbutton his jeans with his right hand and shove them down his thighs before guiding the head of his cock over her lips. He teased her like that for a moment, sliding the head up her lips to her core, then back down to bump her clit. She whimpered in frustration and tried to pull her wrists away from his hand.

Finally, he pressed against her opening and thrust into her. He pulled out and thrust again, deeper. Again, each time, pressing deeper into her until he was fully sheathed in her. He bit his lower lip to hold back a curse of his own. Sweet god. Her body gripped him so tightly that she was nearly forcing him out of her. He ground his hips into her, reveling in the feeling of his cock rubbing her inner walls. She moaned and pushed back at him, desperate to get him to move.

He leaned over her, pressing her against the table and began thrusting. Harder and faster, he slammed into her tight heat, his hands gripping her wrists and holding her still beneath him. Her drove her to orgasm again and again, feeling her juices leak out to soak her thighs and his as well.

She cursed and screamed, begging him not to stop as he thrust into her. She chanted his name over and over brokenly, interspersed with demands to fuck her harder and not to stop. He flicked his tongue over her neck, tasting the first droplets of her sweat and her skin, salt and sweetness.

He was getting close himself and he sped up, wanting to be buried in her body when he finally came himself. She gasped his name over and over as it hit him. He bit down on her shoulder and buried himself in her roughly, spilling into her body. He closed his eyes and felt her body milking him as she came around him as well, and groaned into her shoulder.

He released her shoulder and released a long-held breath, his body relaxed against hers, pinning her to the table. He could feel her heart thundering through her back, then slowly work back to its usual pace. She took a long, shuddering breath under him and he rose up so that she would not be pinned between his body and the table any longer.

When he stood up, her knees gave way again, her whole body trembling. He scooped her up and walked the few steps to the couch, laying her down for a moment to finish removing his jeans before joining her. He settled her against his chest, her head pillowed so that her forehead rested just under the curve of his jaw. He reached up and grabbed a blanket that lay folded on the back of the couch and spread it over them, pressing his lips to the top of her head and closing his eyes.

"I miss this part," she finally said against his neck, breaking the silence. "I think it's the thing I miss most anymore."

He nodded in her hair, kissing her again before he spoke. "I know. I miss it too sometimes."

She started to speak again and he knew what was on her mind. "Why? Why couldn't they have this all the time? What was keeping them apart?" But the words never left her mouth. Instead, she lay there in his arms quietly. After a moment, her felt her body shaking and he thought for a second that she was crying until he heard her giggling. She ended up laughing out loud, her whole body shaking with it before she was calm enough to meet his questioning look.

"I just thought of something.... What am I going to wear back to the party?"
 

The End.

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