The Rules of Dating My Best Friend's Sister(65)

Holden climbed to his feet and unbuttoned his jeans. “Jesus Christ. I can’t wait to feel that on my cock.”

I heard the zipper go down, denim brush over his legs, and the opening and closing of a drawer somewhere. Yet I was still in a fog, unable to really focus. That is…until Holden’s boxer briefs came off.

I pushed up to my elbows and blinked a few times, making sure I wasn’t seeing things.

“Holy crap, Holden. You’re huge.”

It might’ve been the first time this cocky man looked a little embarrassed. No wonder he was always so popular with women. Between what he looked like, that talented tongue, and the thick erection bobbing against his abdomen, it felt like I’d died and gone to sex-god heaven. And if the tatted and muscular package weren’t enough, the way his beautiful, blue eyes looked at me so intensely stole the remaining air from my lungs. I’d never felt so wanted or desired.

“God, Holden. You really are perfect.”

He shook his head. “I’m far from that, but I am going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”

The scary part was, I already did. And it wasn’t because he’d given me an earth-shattering orgasm; it was the way he made me feel inside—more alive than I’d ever been.

Holden scooped me from the edge of the bed and set me down in the center before he climbed on himself. He straddled me, one knee on either side of my hips, and used his teeth to tear open the condom wrapper before rolling it on.

I’d thought things were going to continue at the same frenzied pace they had been, but Holden didn’t rush this time. He lowered himself onto me, weaved our fingers together, and pulled my hands up and over my head before taking my mouth in a sweet kiss. When his tongue dipped inside, I could taste myself, and it wasn’t lost on me that Warren had always gone to the bathroom to brush his teeth after oral sex. This way was so much more erotic and intimate. Of course, Holden also really knew how to kiss; his touch was confident, with just the right amount of aggressiveness.

After a while, Holden pulled back to look into my eyes as he pushed inside me. The veins in his neck bulged as he eased in and out.

“Fuck. You’re so wet and tight. If you don’t relax a little, this is going to be really embarrassing for me.”

Considering I’d been in a state of nirvana since his first touch, I didn’t think that was possible, but I tried. It helped when Holden took my mouth again. His kisses were like drugs—they made me forget where I was and everything going on in the world around me. Not to mention, I was reasonably certain they were as addictive as the hardcore stuff.

When Holden pulled back the next time, he smiled. “I didn’t think it was possible for me to think you were any more beautiful, but the way you look when I’m inside you is easily the most incredible thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His face grew serious. “I want to watch you come.”

Holden was hard as a rock and rubbing along a spot that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. So he wasn’t going to have to wait very long to get what he wanted. Especially once he started to move faster. His gentle thrusts grew more intense, and he rooted deeper with each plunge down. But he never broke our gaze. The way he stared into my eyes made me question if I knew what the hell I was doing, yet it also made me question how the hell I’d accepted anything less than this feeling before.

Holden reached down and guided one of my knees up. The change in position allowed him to sink deeper, and I moaned as my muscles began to pulsate around him.

“Holden...”

He gritted his teeth. “Right there with you, baby.” His pupils dilated as he continued to stare down, watching my face as he drove into me over and over.

Unlike all the other times I’d had sex, my orgasm didn’t take its time to bloom. It shot out of a cannon, making my toes curl and my nails sink into the flesh of his back. Holden kept going, pumping into me ferociously until my body finally gave out and went slack. Then he buried himself deep with a groan and let go.

***

“You know…” I played with the light smattering of hair on Holden’s chest. “The first time I ever masturbated was because of you.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”

I’d been curled up on top of Holden since we woke up an hour ago. My cheek was pressed to his chest, but I turned now and propped my chin on my fist to look up at him while I spoke. “You were in the pool in our backyard with Nancy McDonald.”

“Who?”

“Nancy McDonald.”

He shrugged. “I don’t think I remember her.”

“Seriously? You had your tongue down her throat and you don’t remember her?”

“What did she look like?”

“Brunette, long hair, big boobs. She had on an American flag bathing suit. It was a day or two after the Fourth of July.”

Holden squinted. “American flag bathing suit sounds familiar.”

I shook my head. “I can’t believe I remember you kissing her and you don’t.”

“I remember you had a blue bathing suit with silver stars on it.”

“I did. It was my first string bikini. I’d had two-piece suits before, but never a string bikini. I’d talked my mother into buying it for my thirteenth birthday by reminding her I was now a teenager. She’d made me agree not to wear it anywhere but in our yard.” I smiled. “That worked for me, since I only wanted it to get your attention anyway.”