The Boyfriend Zone by Jillian Quinn

After a few more drinks and too much friction from Bex’s tight ass, I can’t take it anymore. I have a hard-on that will not quit. And she knows damn well what she’s doing to me. She can feel my erection digging into her ass.

She gets even bolder and reaches behind her back, raking her fingers down my chest until she finds my very hard cock. Since the minute I saw Bex, I wanted her. As much as I try to deny it, I’m only lying to myself. I grow even harder for her, filling her hand.

Needing a distraction, I dip down to kiss her neck. She squirms in my arms, and a soft moan escapes her lips. Bex hasn’t told me to stop. She’s challenging me to break the rules for tonight. I flatten my tongue, running it along her neck, licking every inch of her skin.

“Make me stop,” I whisper into her ear.

She shakes her head. “Don’t… stop…” Her words come out in ragged breaths.

Adrenaline rushes through my veins. The feeling is better than the high I get from a buzzer-beating breakaway. When I apply more pressure by raking my teeth along her skin, she whimpers. It’s so fucking sexy I could nut in my boxers.

Bex takes my hand, moving it from her hip to her stomach. She keeps going, inviting me to touch her. Her nipples are like daggers poking through her thin spandex top. I twist one of them between my fingers, and she squeals. And I’m dead. Because it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

Cupping her chin in my hand, I hold her in place, long enough to plant a trail of kisses along her jaw. She locks onto me, knowing this is it. There’s no turning back. Bex nods as if granting me permission. I pull down her bottom lip with my thumb, and she sticks out her tongue. Her wet heat coats my finger, igniting a fire inside me.

I lick my lips. She does the same. And then my lips crash into hers. There’s so much intensity behind the kiss, Bex stumbles backward. But I’m there to catch her, pinning her against my chest. With each flick of her tongue, Bex consumes me. She owns me. And I claim her in return.

Our slow exploration of each other’s mouth turns into a heated debate for which of us can have more power over the other. And why am I surprised? Bex isn’t like the girls I normally hook up with. She wants to be in control. She’s used to doing things her way. But she doesn’t realize I’m always in charge.

I take her lip between my teeth and suck on it, tugging at her delicate flesh. She slides her hand to the back of my head, commanding control once more. And I fight her. Because this back and forth between us is turning me on too much to stop. She’s so damn feisty. Not like I expected anything else from Bex.

I sweep my tongue into her mouth, and she lets go, melting into me. Her body relaxes against mine as if she’s finally given in. We stay like this for what feels like hours until our lips separate.

She’s panting, barely able to catch her breath.

“Wanna get out of here?” I ask her.

She nods. “As if you had to ask.”

* * *

Thirty minutes later, I pull up out front of the house I share with my teammates. The old Victorian has three floors, a covered porch, and a massive yard. For once, it’s not littered with beer bottles or cigarettes from people passing by on their way to Greek Row.

“Wait here,” I tell Bex, running my hand up her thigh. “I’ll come around and get you.”

She frowns. “I don’t need help getting out of the car.”

“You looked dangerous in those heels on our way out of the club.”

She chuckles. “That’s because I’m not used to them.”

I open my car door. “Just let me help you, okay? I don’t want you to get your heel stuck in a crack and break your leg.”

“Aww.” She holds her hand over her heart and smiles. “That’s sweet, even for you.”

I shrug. “I have my moments.”

After I switch off the ignition and push open the door, I make my way around to the other side of the car. I hold out my hand for Bex, and she takes it, allowing me to help her up from the bucket seat. She cups my shoulders, using them to stabilize herself.

“I think I’m good,” she says, her lips inches from mine.

Fuck, I’m not.

Our eyes meet and electricity skates along my skin. Ignoring her comment, I slip my fingers between hers and lead her toward the house. I wasn’t kidding about cracks in the pavement. A girl fell out front last year after one of our parties and broke her tibia.

She staggers even with me holding onto her. We only had a few beers. Bex isn’t drunk. For a girl who’s so light on her feet on the court, she sure as hell seems out of her element in heels.

Worried she’ll twist her ankle, I lift Bex and sling her over my shoulder as if she weighs nothing.

“Hey.” She hits me playfully on my back. “Put me down, Preston. I can walk on my own.”

“I’m sure you can. But I’m not taking any chances with you. How would I explain this to your dad if something happened to you while you were at my house?”

She groans. “Okay, fine. If it makes you feel better.”

“It does.”

I jog up the front steps of the old Victorian and then set her on the ground to retrieve my keys from my pocket. Once inside, I survey the situation. None of my teammates are in the living room. Or the dining room. Weird.

The kitchen is empty. Then I remember they went to a party at one of the fraternity houses.

I reach into the refrigerator to grab two bottles of water and a carton of strawberries. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I move toward the island in the center of the kitchen. Bex waits for me with a devious look in her eyes.

“Hungry?” I place the food and drinks on the counter behind her, intentionally reaching around her so she can’t move.

She smirks. “You going to feed me?”

I lift her up by her ass, ripping a squeal from her lips, and set her down on the counter. Moving between her legs, I push them wider, making room for myself. Bex moans when I rub her thighs. Her entire body trembles, responsive to my touch.

I lift a strawberry from the carton and hold it up to her mouth. She sticks out her tongue to lick the fruit.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I hiss.

She bites into the strawberry, eating it so slowly I can’t take my eyes off her mouth. The second she finishes it, my lips crash against hers. Our tongues work in harmony, and the remnants of the strawberry taste good in my mouth. She smells so sweet I want to lick every inch of her beautiful body.

She sits back, ending my exploration of her mouth, and pulls her top over her head, dropping it on the counter. And she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are full, more than a handful, her nipples hardened peaks. I lick my lips, liking what I see. She’s perfect, all mine. At least for tonight.

Bex leans forward, working on the buttons of my dress shirt. She flips them open one at a time, her eyes fixed on my chest. I shake it off and let it fall to the floor. Her delicate fingers contact my skin, and my dick grows harder against my jeans. The physical agony she’s putting me through makes me work faster.

I retrieve a condom from my wallet and then strip off my boxers and jeans, now working on getting rid of Bex’s clothes. When I slip my fingers beneath the band of her shorts, she lifts her hips. In one quick motion, I remove her panties and shorts, throwing them behind me.

Resuming my position between her legs, I bend down to suck on her nipple, taking it between my teeth, nibbling on it while I massage her other breast. She moans so loud I can’t think straight. Kissing my way to her mouth, I open her legs wider and push two fingers inside her wetness. And I’m officially dead because her pussy is so fucking sweet. So damn wet.

“Preston,” she purrs against my lips. “Ahh, yes… keep doing that.”

I smile at her words. If all we have is tonight, I want her to remember me for the rest of her life. I want her to realize one time will not be enough. Because I’m not so sure I can have sex with Bex once. The closer we become, the more I need her in my life.

“Oh, my… I’m going to…” Her words die off in her throat.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” I add another finger, my pace quickening. Dipping my head to kiss her neck, I mutter, “Your pussy feels so fucking good. Come for me. Strangle my fingers like they’re my cock.”

She moans in response, her mouth open and her head tilted up to the ceiling. Her body tightens, then trembles. Bex rocks her hips against my hand, and my fingers push in further, filling her completely. Her orgasm shakes through me, heightening my pleasure. She finishes seconds later with a chunk of my hair fisted in her hands.

With her juices coating my fingers, I raise them to my mouth to taste. “Fuck, Bex. You taste as good as you feel. I said it would be one time, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get you out of my head.”

“You know the deal, Preston.”

She has a smartass look on her face, so I wipe it away by pulling down her bottom lip and smear her juices across it.

“I’m not good at following rules.”

Her eyes flicker with acknowledgment. In this moment, she doesn’t give a shit about rules or deals.

“Taste yourself.”

Hesitant, she sticks out her tongue and licks her lips. A seductive look reaches up to her blue eyes.

“That’s a good girl.” I fist my cock in my hand, rubbing it along her slick folds, and she stares down, taking in my size. Her eyes widen, and she bites her bottom lip.

Desperate to be inside her, I reach for the condom on the counter and roll it down my length. Her lips part as I inch into her, the look on her face so sexy, I hope I don’t come on the spot.

“You feel so…” Closing my eyes, I can’t even get the words out.

“Good,” she whispers.

I rest my forehead against hers, pushing through her inner walls, stretching her out. “Yes… so fucking good.”

She feels amazing, soaking wet and tight, milking my cock with her pussy. Gripping her hips, I slam into her, and she screams. Every time she says my name, I fuck her harder, faster. I can’t get enough of her. I try not to think about how good it feels, or how much I never want to stop, because I need to last.

When I can’t take it anymore, but I don’t want to come yet, I pull out of her and flip her over. Holding her thighs apart, I take my time, making slow deliberate movements. I watch my cock slide out of her dripping wet pussy, palming her ass with my hands. She looks over her shoulder at me and bites her bottom lip.

The carnal look in her eyes fuels my hunger. Slowly, like a ball of string unraveling, Bex loses control. And it’s perfect. The sexy sounds she makes. How tight she grips my cock with her pussy. The moans I rip from her lips.

I’m lost to Bex Bryant. So fucking done. And when I come, I know it won’t be this one time. I have to make her see that once will never be enough. For either of us.