Made to be Mine (a steamy friends to lovers novella) Page 3

  Get naked with Will Slate. My childhood crush turned fantasy.

  We weren’t each other’s type, so it wasn’t like there was a worry this would be more than a vacation naked practice. Our lives were too intertwined to make a relationship worth it. Just thinking about stripping for him made my heart ramp up like I did a three-hour kickboxing class. Nerves exploded in my stomach thinking about how it would go. Would I do more than strip? Would I have music? Would he touch me?

  Oh my god. Get a grip.

  A hot guy started dancing with Charley, and she wiggled her eyebrows at me before she bent lower, grinding on him. She always loved dancing, with friends, strangers, anyone really. It wasn’t my cup of tea, and I made a move to leave the floor when a large, hard body pressed against my back.

  “Don’t think I’m not obsessing over your lack of answer, Lex.”

  Will.

  My breath caught in my lungs as he slid his hands over my sides, over my hips, gripping me and pulling me flush against him. His defined chest rested against my back, and he moved back and forth, guiding us to the music.

  We had danced before at some family wedding, so the concept wasn’t totally weird. Yet the fact that he ground against me and slid one hand onto my thigh was. My legs weren’t toned or full of muscle. They jiggled when I danced, but Will didn’t seem to care. He touched my bare skin, sending a ripple of electricity to every cell in my body. This was almost too much—his hard body on mine. I’d envisioned this happening so many times, and my panties dampened when he tightened his grip on my waist. Holy shit. Will was touching me, like really touching me. I liked his hands on me a whole lot, even though my mind tried to rationalize it. He was being nice. A good friend. That was all.

  My core pounded with lust as his spicy cologne washed over me with each movement. I would save this moment for my spank bank for years.

  The music picked up speed, so we matched our pace to the rhythm. Sweat dripped down my back, neck, and between my breasts, and I tensed when Will dragged his hand slowly up my side to my chest. His touch teased me, and if he checked my panties, they would be soaked. Did I want him to do that? Yes, I did. I arched my back a bit to have his hand shift from my waist to my thigh, and his arm tensed, but not for long.

  He trailed his bare hand up my thigh, and I was a bundle of hot nerves, the rough pads of his fingers turning me into an absolute pile of lust. The song shifted to an upbeat Reggaeton hit, and everyone on the dance floor moved faster. We did too, until he bent down and bit my earlobe, causing a firework of desire and desperation to explode through me.

  I stopped moving to the music, and he followed my lead. We stood pressed together in the throng of people. He moved his fingers up my side, over my body…right across my pebbled nipple with a quick pinch, making me buck against him.

  “Holy shit, Lex,” he mumbled against my ear, repeating the action again as he pressed a kiss right by my ear, making me shudder. “I’m going to ask you again. Do you want to practice getting naked with me?”

  “Y-yes?” I said, my eyes threatening to roll back into my head when he pinched my nipple again, this time harder and longer. The sensation felt so damn good, the combination of pleasure and pain mixing into a torturous combination that seemed to make my reservations disappear.

  “Need a better answer than that.” He licked the spot on my jaw that was my weakness. My knees buckled, but he caught me with one strong arm wrapping around my middle. “Gotta say, seducing you until you almost fall down is making this difficult.”

  “Difficult?” I repeated, my brain becoming foggier by the second.

  “Yeah. I want to slide my fingers between your thighs and make you climax here in the middle of all these people.”

  “Will,” I begged, unsure if I wanted him to do just that or stop. “What is…what’s going on?”

  “I’m attracted to you and trust you. You seem to be attracted to me and can trust me. I think… we can help each other out this next week. That’s where I’m at.”

  This conversation would be a million times harder if we were facing each other, so I was thankful the dark lights and loud music gave us some space. He traced the outline of my nipple again, slowly, making my breath come out in uneven pants. I groaned. Did I want this? More than my next breath. Would I survive it? Unsure.

  But I couldn’t pass up this opportunity with my living, breathing, fantasy come to life.

  “Okay, yes. Yes. I’m in.” God, I sounded needy.

  “You’re in… I want you to say what you want to do with me,” he demanded, unrelenting with his small strokes across my chest.

  “I want to p-practice getting n-naked with you.”

  He grabbed my hand and led us off the dance floor, moving toward an area that had a bit more lighting. We pushed through the crowd, but he never let go of my hand. Once we got to an empty area, he let go and faced me. His eyes were lit up, his chest heaving, and the evident bulge in his pants sent a thrill through me that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

  I felt desirable. Wanted. Hot.

  “Needed to make sure you were okay,” he said, leveling his gaze with me. “It’s easy to get caught up in the moment, and our history matters way too much to do something impulsive. You’re sure?” His face softened, and my heart lodged in my damn throat at how caring he was. He was always thoughtful, but him being so open about it was dangerous.

  He was such a good guy my lust might accidentally turn to more if he continued like this.

  I nodded and kept my thoughts to myself.

  “Thank fuck.” He groaned into his fist before he gave me the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face. He was so damn handsome with his long lashes and sky-blue eyes. His cheekbones were defined, and his jaw… ugh, his jawline was devastating in the best way. But it was the little mole right above his lip that I loved staring at. The beauty mark wasn’t too large, and probably the best one I’d ever seen.

  He sucked in a breath the longer I stared at him with my lips parted, and he laughed. “When we get back, come into my room the second you’re ready.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “This is going to be a good thing. Trust me, Lexi.” He dropped his gaze to my mouth, to my chest, and then he licked his lips. “Never wanted to head back this early before.”

  I giggled as Charley waltzed up to us, sobering me up. This was my best friend, and I was thinking about her brother’s mouth on me. Shit. We have plans to get naked later. Was I breaking some friend code having these thoughts?

  “This is the bestttt,” she said, slurring her words and waving her hands in the air. “My two favorite people with me. Come on! Dance, dance!”

  I shrugged and let her drag me back to the floor. My first duty was to be her best friend, but after that shift was done, I had to decide what would come next.

  Did I go to his room or not?

  * * * *

  Hours later, I wore my hair up in a bun, short pajama shorts, and a black tank top. Charley passed out in her room face down on her bed, and Will excused himself to his bedroom. My heartbeat was so loud, I was surprised Will couldn’t hear the pound through the damn door.

  Come to my room when you’re ready.

  I was as ready as I would ever be.

  After a quick rinse of mouthwash in the bathroom, I tiptoed across the hall. Did I knock? Go in? I stood there, unsure, worried, and second guessing everything when he opened the door. His face lit up when he saw me.

  Will yanked me inside, shut the door quietly, and smiled. “I was about to come convince you to get over here.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.” He ran a hand down my neck, over my body, and he stopped when he got to my hip. “Have I told you that I love your blush?”

  “Uh, no.” I gulped. He stared at me with so much heat and tenderness on his face that it left me feeling exposed—and I still had clothes on.

  “You have beautiful skin. I wonder…” he trailed off, dragging his fingers over my collarbone. “Ar
e you this soft everywhere?”

  I couldn’t speak as he continued to trace my neck, the slope of my cleavage. “Will,” I begged, unsure of what I wanted.

  He stopped, licked his lip, and took a step back. “Okay, take off your shirt.”

  “Wh-hat?”

  “Off.” He sat on his bed and looked pleased as hell with himself. His bare chest rippled with the movement, and he crossed one leg over the other as he leaned back. He looked like the epitome of relaxed with his easy smile. “I want to watch you take your shirt off, Lex.”

  All the saliva left my mouth, making it hard to swallow or breathe. The heated glances from my crush made me equally nervous and excited. My ribcage hurt from my overworked heart, and I hesitated as I reached for my shirt. My hands shook from want and need and nerves. Will frowned. He pushed off the bed and moved closer to me, cupping my face with his large hands.

  “Hey, we talked about this. There’s no reason to be nervous. None at all.” His voice was velvety and smooth, and my toes curled into the beige carpet.

  “Okay.” I nodded, taking a deep breath and fumbling to turn the lights off. He groaned and swatted my hand away.

  “On.”

  He glared at me, and I almost regretted coming in here. He was persistent and determined at everything he did, and if I went through with this… he’d give me one hundred percent. But could I?

  It was now or never. I took a deep breath, almost on the verge of throwing up. I gripped the edge of my tank top and lifted the thin material over my head, leaving me in a lacy bra that was comfortable to sleep in.

  His gaze tightened as he stared at my chest, my barely contained boobs.

  “Fuck, Lex,” he groaned, swallowing hard, which made his throat work in a sexy way. “Keep going.” His voice came out raspy and low, easing my nerves. The attraction sounded legit, and he couldn’t fake lust, right?

  My fingers shook with the dangerous mixture of desire, want, and nerves. It had been years since anyone had seen me naked in person. Video chats, sexting, online relationships, sure, because it was easy to manipulate what they saw through their screen, but this…Will Slate, live in the flesh, was terrifying.

  “Lex, there is a difference between you wanting to do this and me making you nervous. Don’t do it if you’re uncomfortable, all right? I want that fucking clear.” He waited until I met his dangerous gaze before he nodded at me. “I want to see all of you, but only if you’re ready.”

  This had to be a dream. I drank too much with Charley and was now dreaming in bed of her older brother saying things I’d only ever imagined. I slammed my eyes shut, counted to three, and opened them, expecting him to be gone. But he was there, leaning casually on the bed with a heated gaze.

  “Okay.” I exhaled and unhooked the back of my bra, letting it fall to the ground. The cool air caused my nipples to bead. The too-large areolas often made me feel gross, but Will’s jaw tightened, and his breathing came out in loud pants as he studied me.

  He hadn’t put a finger on me, yet I felt him everywhere. “Christ, Lex.” His voice was rough, deep, and full of heat that I felt between my thighs. He pushed up so he sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. “Come here.”

  I walked over to stand inches from him, where his thighs caged me in. My extremely large breasts were right in front of his face, but he focused on my eyes instead. He looked pleased, and his eyes seemed to turn darker when he bit down on his bottom lip and eyed my chest. “You are a fucking sight.”

  Gulping, I gave him a shaky laugh. I couldn’t believe I was this close to Will Slate—my tits in his face and his attention all on me. “Th-thanks.”

  “You feeling okay? Comfortable?” he asked, still not touching me.

  “Uh, maybe? My boobs are right in front of you. It feels…strange.” I almost panted when he looked down at them with a slack jaw. He cleared his throat before blinking away his lust.

  “Strange, how?” he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. He was so damn cute it made my brain hurt.

  “The fact I’m in here with you.” I slammed my eyes shut again, hating how I could ruin the moment. I needed to relish every second I got with him. Teenage me would never forgive current me for not going through with whatever this was with Will Slate. “Naked.”

  “You’re not naked. Not yet. We’re here to practice that. So, would you like me to take off these tiny ass shorts, or would you like to?” he asked in a casual way, like he was talking about the weather.

  “Uh, you?”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” He grinned and finally brought his hands to my waistband, dipping a finger in on each side and gliding them down my thighs. He hooked his finger in my panties too, taking them with, and he lifted one leg with ease, then the other to remove all of my clothing. “I want to devour you.”

  “Wh-what?” I could not have heard that right. Devour me. No man had said those words to me before, ever.

  “I want to taste every single part of your body. Look at you,” he said, his voice warm and coaxing, making me forget why this was a terrible idea. “How do you feel? Comfortable knowing I can see all of you?”

  “It’s turning me on, actually.” There, I admitted it. My face burned red. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. I wanted his large hands to dig into my skin, and I wanted to see his face as he touched me. Would he like it? Would he squirm with need too?

  “Ah,” he said, smirking as he licked his lips. “Do you want me to touch you?”

  “I think so.”

  “Okay.” He brought up one hand, tracing the outline of my nipple before pinching the tip like he did at the club. I let out a whimper, and he used the other hand to do the same. My head fell back when he squeezed both breasts, and I had to grip his shoulders to prevent myself from falling. “Your tits are magnificent. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like for years, Lex. Years.”

  “Wait, really?” I blinked down at him, seeing him twist my nipples with his strong fingers. Desire shot through me like a lightning bolt, and I fell toward him. He caught me, using his strong arms to hold me against him. He didn’t make me feel large or too heavy, despite my size. He cradled me as I sat naked on his lap. A brief memory of Ashton telling me I was too heavy to sit on him flashed in my mind, but Will pressed a kiss on my jaw, making me forget all about that asshole.

  “I’d like to know how you taste too,” he said. He wiggled his brows before pressing a hand into my back, making me arch my chest toward him. The movement caused my tits to go right to his face, and he took the tip of my nipple into his mouth and sucked it, hard.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair as he teased and flicked and sucked the sensitive area like he was in no hurry. My nerves were on high alert, sending ripples of ecstasy through me with each brush of his tongue. Something hot and dangerous started swirling around my spine, and I pushed back, embarrassed at the urgency I felt toward him. It made sense though. I’d thought about this moment happening for ten years.

  His eyes clouded as he looked at me, confusion and worry making the blue even more prominent. “What’s going on in your head?”

  “I’m not sure,” I panted, aware that he just had on shorts and I wore nothing. “Uh, well…I’m naked.”

  “Yes, I’m enjoying it.” He traced his fingers up and down my back, ass, thighs, all while holding eye contact. “Come here, lay down with me.”

  “But you’re kinda dressed,” I said, stating the obvious. I wished I could shut off my ability to talk. Preventing my mouth from speaking before my brain gave permission would provide fewer embarrassing moments, that was for sure.

  “Ah, that’s why you’re skittish.” He reached down and pulled off his shorts, leaving him in his black boxers that were tight against his very hard dick. The movement showcased his chiseled muscles that I drooled over at the beach. The hard lines and angles only amplified the difference between us, and I wanted to cover all the soft parts of myself. “Whoa, your face chan
ged. Lexi, come on. I need you to talk me through this because you’re too important to cross any lines.”

  God, he was always so considerate. Even now, he was worried about me.

  “Thinking about how in shape you are and how I’m the opposite of that makes me uneasy,” I said, looking at the comforter instead of his eyes. Embarrassment had my entire body burning with shame. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. We lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes in silence before he pushed himself up onto his side and rested his head on his hand.

  “We’ll go slow to make sure you understand how much I want this and for you to get comfortable. Tonight will be the first of many.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He traced my breasts again, the light touch making my breathing uneven. At some point, he moved so his body was on top of mine and his face was buried in my cleavage.

  “God, this is a dream,” he mumbled before spending ten minutes kissing and sucking every part of my chest.

  I couldn’t recall a single moment in my life where I was more turned on, and I squirmed from the desperate need for release. “Will, I…I…”

  “Do you agree? We go slow?” He lifted his head and waited.

  “Yes.” I nodded, arching my hips up for something to happen, but the motion made him chuckle. “Are you going to touch me there?” I asked.

  “No. Tonight is about these magnificent tits. I won’t touch you anymore. You want to feel comfortable, so we start slow. You’re going to get yourself off.”

  Disappointment set in hard and fast, almost making me cry. Did he not want me? Did he regret this? Was my body too much for him?

  Ashton used to turn me away and blame me for his lack of arousal all the time. My stomach tightened. How could I be so stupid? “Right. I’ll go then.”