Friends

Chapter 13

Marcqwuan POV:

"You hate me, huh?" I say, pulling her into a hug. I guide her arms around my shoulders and place my hands on her sides before gently pushing her back onto the couch, tickling her until she bursts into laughter. She playfully fights back, and we're suddenly locked in a lighthearted wrestling match. I already know I'm going to win.

"No! Someone help me!" she yells through hysterical laughter.

"You hate me? Take it back!" I shout, grinning at her.

"I'm sorry! I don't hate you," she laughs even harder as I pin her down, her wrists held above her head. She looks up at me, her face so close I can feel her breath against my skin. Her eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, it's as if they're begging me to look deeper, to really see her. The light from the TV makes her brown eyes sparkle, and her lips look so soft. She's stunning. She's so small and delicate that all I want to do is protect her from everything. Then I notice her gaze flicker down to my lips before meeting my eyes again. Is she inviting me to kiss her? My mind races. What if I misread this? What if kissing her ruins everything? She's still hurting, still not over Kendrick. If I make a move, I'll just end up being the rebound, and I don't want that.

"What's wrong?" she asks softly, her voice laced with a subtle seduction, her eyes urging me to close the gap.

"We need to finish our show," I say, breaking the moment and looking away, unable to meet her eyes.

"Oh... we can do that," she replies, her face showing just a hint of disappointment.

Oh fuck, we have a problem. My dick is so hard. And since I'm not wearing any underwear, just freeballing in basketball shorts, she's going to notice if she looks down. Wait, the only light in the room is from the TV, so maybe she won't see it. How the hell did I even get this hard? We haven't even done anything. You're 26, not 15, stop getting turned on over everything. Alright, I've got an idea - I'll put a pillow between us so she can't feel it.

I grab a pillow, cover myself, and lay on my side facing the TV. She follows, and right before she lies down, I slip the pillow in between us. Once she's settled, I hold her, our pelvises pressed together with the pillow in between. I pull her in closer. No way she can feel anything through that, right? Fuck, she smells so good, like sweet cotton candy, and her skin is so soft. She's holding my arm between her chest, and I can feel her boobs pressed against me through her thin tank top. She's not wearing a bra. Shit, I need to calm down. The more I think about this, the nastier my thoughts are and the harder I get. I need to control myself.

"Can you hold me tighter? You're not holding me like you used to," she says. "Can we get rid of this pillow? I'm falling off the couch because there's not enough space. Why do you even have it between us? You didn't have it there earlier." She grabs the pillow and throws it across the room, then scoots back into me, pressing her ass against my dick. Fuck, her ass feels so soft, like a marshmallow against me. Oh fuck, this is it.

Marc, focus. Think of something else. I start trying to distract myself by thinking about my grandma cooking, but she presses back into me even more. "Marc, I don't know how, but you're always so warm. I'm freezing." At this point, I can't distract myself enough. But I'm not going to say no to holding her tighter, so l pull her in close. She's so near I can feel her lungs expand against my chest every time she breathes. Fuck, this feels too good. Her skin is soft, she smells incredible from all the lotions and oils, and I'm getting even harder. Welp, this is it. She's going to feel it, call me a pervert, and go back to her room. I don't know what's going on. She's pushed her ass against me twice. There's no way she doesn't feel how hard I am.

"Kendrick hasn't made me cum in a long time."

"Didn't you two fuck recently?"

"He hasn't cared much about my pleasure the last few times we fucked."

If we fucked, the only thing I'd care about is her pleasure. I just want to grab her throat, kiss her shoulders, and tell her she'd never have that problem with me. I'd tell her I'd worship every inch of her body and wouldn't stop making her cum until she was crying.

I grab her by the waist and pull her closer, making sure she can feel my dick pressing against her. We keep watching her show, but it feels like forever. I've never had an erection like this for so long—it's like I'm back in high school. Fuck it, I'm going to make a move. I look over her shoulder, ready to make eye contact, and... she's asleep. Fuck me. Maybe it's for the best. It's way too soon to make a move when she's just getting over Kendrick. I don't want to be a rebound. Carefully, I try to get up from the couch without waking her. I walk to her room, open the door, and then go back to the couch, pick her up in my arms, and carry her to bed, bridal style.