Bad Boys Online (25 page)

Evan pulled back and gaped at her, his lips shiny and wet. “Holy shit. You just came, didn’t you?”

Unable to speak, she nodded.

“Damn, that’s sexy.” He buried his face in her navel and dipped his tongue into her belly button.

Her shoulders relaxed a little and she stroked his hair as her body settled.

“Thanks,” she murmured. New desire was already building as his tongue delved into her, but it was less urgent, more sensual this time.

Halley suspected she had needed to take the edge off, and could now look forward to enjoying Evan even more thoroughly. “I think I needed that.”

He dropped a warm kiss on her abdomen. “What are friends for?”

Not for sexual gratification, she was pretty sure, but if he didn’t mind, she wasn’t going to stop him. She laughed. “Usually not for this.”

Now he was stroking her inner thigh. “I think we’re onto something here.”

As he tugged her panties down past her thighs, she murmured, “Or we could be making a huge mistake.”

He stopped pulling, her panties around her knees, and looked up at her. “Hey. I love you, you know that. I’d never hurt you, Halley.”

“I know.” He wouldn’t hurt her on purpose anyway. And as long as she told herself this was all about sex, with a man she could trust above all others, she would be okay. If she went and started imagining this was more than enjoying each other in a spontaneous day in bed, then she would be in trouble.

“Should I keep going?” he asked, thumb caressing her knee.

His breath landed on her inner thigh.

Did a bear like honey? If she’d already gone this far, she might as well get the full treatment.

“Yes, keep going.”

“Thank God.” He took her panties in both his hands, and yanked them down hard to her ankles.

He tossed them over his shoulder as she lay there stunned in a pool of wet paralyzing lust.

“You’re not going to need those anymore.”

“Ever?” she said dumbly.

“Not for a long time,” he confirmed, his brown eyes so dark with desire they were nearly black.

“You’re not going to need these shorts either.”

Sliding next to him onto her side, Halley trailed her fingers along his waistband, pausing at the button of his khaki shorts. She glanced up at Evan. He raised his eyebrows up and down.

With two hands, she popped the button. The grin fell off Evan’s face. She bit down on her own grin, then unzipped his shorts.

Evan gave a sharp intake of air.

Halley slipped her hand inside his shorts, under his boxers, stroking his hard flesh and tugging lightly on the springy hair there. Evan was breathing hard, a sound that emboldened her, raising her own desire another aching notch.

Her fingers enclosed around him, holding the warm satin length of his erection in her hand, feeling the pulse beneath the skin.

“Halley.”

She saw his eyes were half closed, his chest inflating and collapsing like an accordion. He looked like a page from the calendar she had hung in her locker at school when she was sixteen. A gorgeous bare-chested man with his pants unsnapped.

Only he was real. He was hers right now.

An arousing thought came to her. Her eyes landed on the camera Evan has discarded at the foot of the bed.

Giving a little squeeze to his penis, she let go and pulled her hand back. Evan gave a groan of disappointment.

Bending over, she retrieved the camera and stood up, pointing it at Evan’s chest.

He sat up fast, alarm all over his face. “Whoa. What are you doing?”

“I’m going to take a picture of you. Use it as my next screen saver.” Halley clicked the button and gave him a cocky grin.

Though he looked amused, Evan’s hands twitched like he was fighting the urge to cover himself with a blanket.

“Put the camera down.”

She laughed. “No. Tit for tat, Evan.” She took another shot of him frowning.

Then he relaxed back a little. “
Tit
for tat, huh? But tell me you don’t want to slap these pictures of me up on the web.”

“Oh, are you shy?” Halley tilted her head, fully aroused and enjoying herself. It felt good to be free like this, the only tension in her body sexual. Being with Evan was different than being with any other man. With him, she was still herself. They could tease and play like this, just like they always had, and it was because of their friendship.

With the added bonus of red hot desire.

“But come on, Evan, why would we use your body? That would be like a dream come true for those guys to have your biceps with their heads.”

Evan smiled and popped his arm up, flexing his bicep with mock arrogance. “You like my muscles, sweet stuff? I’ve got a muscle you’ll really like.”

Boy, did he ever. His penis had come through the hole in his boxers again, and this time Halley wasn’t so startled as she was eager. It was time to put that crazy

looking thing to good use.

Her mouth went dry as she studied him on the camera screen, about to suggest they do just that. Then Evan made the muscle in question flex, winking up and down at her. Halley went wide-eyed and nearly dropped the camera.

“Ohmigod!” After a startled second of silence, she started laughing so hard a snort threatened to emerge from her mouth.

“You think that’s funny?”

He clearly did too, since he was grinning like the village idiot.

She nodded, unable to speak.

Then Evan’s eyes dropped to her chest, and his grin turned lascivious. “Keep laughing all you want,” he said.

Heat rushed through her cheeks. She had forgotten she was totally naked. Everywhere naked. Not-a-stitch-on naked.

Laughter probably did all kinds of weird things to her stomach and her chest from his point of view. She pictured buoys bobbing up and down in the surf. Or in her case, significantly smaller twenty-ounce Coke bottles.

To emphasis his point, Evan made himself flex again, resting back on his locked arms. She refused to laugh again, even though it was hilarious. Only she was trying so hard not to laugh, that a snuffling sound emerged from her nose and mouth.

She should have forced him to button the little button on his boxers earlier. “You’re very talented.”

Evan said, “I have all kinds of hidden talents.”

Despite the absurdity of his words and his Adam Sandler expression, Halley was intrigued. Aroused. Yearning for him.

If he could make her come just by sucking on her breasts, what else could he do?

Her thighs slid against each other restlessly, the hot dampness between them about to become embarrassing without panties on. “Why don’t you show me your many talents?”

The camera found a place on his desk. Halley walked towards Evan, climbing up onto the bed, debating whether she wanted to be on top of him or beneath him.

First.

Halley naked should be illegal. Damn, Evan could barely breathe, let alone think or move. He’d thought his bikini stripping dream was pretty hot, but that was nothing compared to the real Halley standing in front of him with nothing on.

She looked so good, it was a wonder his shorts didn’t burst into flames.

He quickly stood up as Halley sat down, falling back against the sheet. She looked at him puzzled, her pale fingers already reaching up for him. Mouth dry, he put a hand on each of her smooth thighs and yanked hard, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Her knees fell open as she let out a small cry and tried to sit up. Evan pulled her again, causing her to fall back down, arms over her head. The crook of each knee lined up with the edge of the mattress and Evan dropped to his knees in front of her.

“This isn’t funny,” she said, trying to pull herself up again, but unable to because he held each leg against the bed.

“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m very serious.” He studied her inner thighs, stroking above her knees with his thumbs to relax her.

He could feel the heat from her, smell the musky dampness of her arousal, and his gut cramped into painful desire. He blew onto her lightly from just a few inches away. She twitched.

“I’m as serious as that cupid was,” he murmured.

She made a sound that could have been a gasp, a smothered laugh, or a moan. It almost sounded to his eager ears like she was having an orgasm. She wasn’t, of course, but the sound made his blood go south.

He swallowed hard, leaning in and running the pad of his thumb across her plump clitoris then down into the dewy heat below. His thumb sank inside her, and she pulled him in, clenching on with tight muscles.

Holy hell, she felt good. He closed his eyes for a second, feeling her skin pulse around him, and listening to her breathy little moans of pleasure.

He couldn’t get enough of those moans.

“What is that?” she asked, spreading her knees further, the movement urging him to sink deeper.

“The bottom of my thumb.” Evan buried his face in her thigh, breathing in her scent deeply. Then he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, his thumb still deep inside.

Halley let out a wild cry and suddenly her fingers yanked his hair hard, jerking him back. So hard, water popped up into his eyes. It was a good sign. Evan laughed at her response and pulled his thumb out.

“Don’t stop!”

“I’m just getting started.”

Evan loved to look at her, to see her swollen pink folds in front of him, aching and throbbing for his touch. She moved with quick jerky movements, wiggling down further, trying to entice him to touch her.

He was happy to oblige.

With his tongue, he tasted her, running up and down each side, swirling over her clitoris before finally sliding down the middle. He gave a long teasing probe deep inside, then pulled back.

“Put it back,” Halley panted.

Evan was drowning, his control shredding under her desperate and vocal need. Halley was aggressive, intent on getting what she wanted. It was that part of her that made her successful in her business, and mixed with her loyalty and her kindness, it made her all the more fantastic to him.

She was everything he liked in a woman.

He liked giving her pleasure. And if he could keep himself from exploding in his boxer shorts, he could enjoy it a little longer.

So he continued to tease her with his tongue. Gliding lightly up and down, skirting her clitoris, never going deep enough to satisfy her, but brushing with a feathery touch of his mouth.

Halley’s legs thrashed, her hand clawed at his shoulders and she made alternating sounds of ecstasy and agony.

“I want you inside me. Now.” The words came out harsh and nonnegotiable.

Evan paused. Then he looked up at her, met her glazed eyes over the length of her flushed body and said, “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

In spite of him holding her legs over the edge of the bed, she managed to sit up. She scooted forward, towards him, a dangerous gleam in her eye.

He was in for it now.

He couldn’t wait.

It wasn’t long in coming. She shoved on his chest, her fingers gripping the dusting of hair there, tugging on him until he felt the sharp jerks of stinging pain.

Then she was in his lap. All of her. Every warm, wet, pink, flushed, salty inch of her. A nipple was tantalizingly in front of his mouth. He reached for it.

She jerked back, head arched, voice insistent. “No. No more playing. I want you inside me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He wasn’t about to argue with the Naked Caterer. Not when it would be so much fun to give her what she wanted.

Her arms locked around his neck, and her breasts brushed across his chest. Evan shifted and settled her down in his lap more comfortably. Her hot little mound was pressing against the base of his cock, making him sweat with need.

He was still wearing his shorts, but was loath to let her go even long enough to shuck his clothes. Yet there was a more urgent concern about what he wasn’t wearing.

The tangy taste of her still hovered in his mouth and he wiped at his moist lips. “Someone needs to stand up and get a condom.”

For a second, he thought she was going to tell him to hell with the condom. Panicked alarm skittered through him.

He should have known better. Halley wasn’t stupid.

She sighed. “Damn. Where are they?”

“Nightstand.” His voice was a relieved croak. He was mature, he had control, but hell, how was he supposed to stay strong against the temptation of sliding into Halley skin on skin?

It was like waving steak and dried kibbles in front of a dog and telling him to choose.

No, that wasn’t right. Making love to Halley wouldn’t be anything like dried kibbles, condom or not.

She disentangled herself and went over to the nightstand while he ditched the rest of his clothes. In a minute she was back, with not one condom, not even two. But four condoms.

His body hummed in anticipation while his brain froze. Who was this woman? His best friend, naked, with a handful of condoms.

Damn, he liked it.

Reaching for her, he felt a strange thickness inside his gut area.

He loved Halley. Of course he’d always known that. But it felt different now, more intimate and satisfying.

She slid into his lap like she belonged there, like they had done this dozens of times before. Evan dropped a kiss onto her shoulder, trailing his tongue across her salty skin as she rolled the condom onto him.

He nuzzled into her neck and stared up at her, tenderness mixing with passion.

“What?” she said as her fingers finished their task and she looked up.

“Nothing.” He shook his head and smiled.

Did she even know what was happening here? That this had become way more than just sex and had nothing to do with hackers or websites or work? This was about them, moving from friends to lovers and eventually to more.

She didn’t see it now. But by the end of this, when she was sore and satisfied, boneless and carefree, he would explain it to her.

It might take some convincing, but he had every intention of having more than one day with Halley.

Evan was looking at her strange, like she’d gone and grown a third nipple. Like he was simultaneously horrified and yet intrigued by the possibilities.