Chapter 1: The Bed of Secrets
I’m sprawled across Alison’s bed, the soft lavender sheets doing absolutely nothing to cool the fire in my veins. My hands are clasped over my lap, a desperate attempt to hide the raging boner that’s decided to make itself known at the worst possible time. Alison, my best friend turned girlfriend of just three weeks, is sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, her slender frame wrapped in a loose tank top and tiny shorts that are driving me up the damn wall. She’s got this shy, teasing grin on her face as she flicks through her phone, completely oblivious to the storm she’s stirring in me.
‘Angel, you look like you’re hiding a national treasure under there,’ she quips, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief as she glances at my poorly disguised predicament. Her voice is sweet, but there’s a sharp edge to her teasing that cuts right through me.
I groan, shifting uncomfortably. ‘Can you not? I’m trying to maintain some dignity here, Ali.’
She laughs, a light, tinkling sound that makes my chest ache in the best way. ‘Dignity? Babe, you’re on my bed, looking like a deer caught in headlights. What’s got you so… tense?’ She drags out the last word, her gaze dropping to my lap for a split second before snapping back to my face. She’s blushing now, but there’s a boldness in her eyes that tells me she’s not backing down.
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ I fire back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Maybe it’s the fact that my insanely hot girlfriend is sitting two feet away in shorts that should be illegal. Ever think of that?’
Her blush deepens, but she scoots closer, her knee brushing against my thigh. My breath hitches. ‘Illegal, huh? Should I change, then? Wouldn’t want to be a public menace.’ Her tone is playful, but there’s a challenge in it, daring me to say more.
‘Don’t you dare,’ I mutter, my voice low and rough. ‘I’m already in enough trouble as it is.’
She tilts her head, her long brown hair spilling over one shoulder, framing those gravity-defying H-cup mounds that I’m trying—and failing—not to stare at. ‘Trouble? Angel, we’ve been friends for years. You can tell me anything. Even if it’s… hard.’ She smirks, and I swear I’m about to combust.
‘Ali, you’re killing me,’ I say, half-laughing, half-pleading. ‘You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me right now.’
Her eyes soften, but there’s a spark of curiosity there too. She leans in, her hand resting on my thigh—dangerously close to the problem I’m trying to conceal. ‘Then show me,’ she whispers, her voice suddenly serious, laced with a nervous excitement that mirrors my own. ‘I’m not scared, Angel. Are you?’
My heart’s pounding so hard I’m sure she can hear it. I swallow, my throat dry. ‘Terrified. But not of you. Never of you.’
She smiles, a little shaky, and before I can overthink it, she’s climbing over me, her slender body hovering just above mine. Her warmth is intoxicating, her breath hot against my neck as she lowers herself, her thighs brushing against my hips. I’m sweating now, my hands gripping the sheets to keep from grabbing her. ‘Ali, if we keep going, I’m not sure I can stop,’ I warn, my voice strained.
‘Good,’ she murmurs, her lips curling into a wicked little smile as she presses herself closer, her thighs trapping me in the most delicious kind of torture. ‘Because I don’t want you to.’
And just like that, the air between us ignites, awkward and fumbling but charged with a desperate, horny need. My cock is throbbing, hard and insistent, as her body moves against mine, her soft skin driving me to the edge of sanity. We’re both virgins, both clueless, but the heat between us is anything but innocent. This is just the beginning, and I know we’re about to stumble into something explosive.
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