Unexpected

seven.

My skin warmed as a trail of hot, peppery kisses was made down the middle of my bare chest and towards the waistband of my lace boy short underwear.

"Harrison," I moan as I see his golden hair move closer and closer to my bottom half.

He didn't respond as he pushed my legs open, exposing the tiny piece of fabric that stood in the way of my soaking heat. Looking me dead in the eyes with his bright blue ones, he pressed a kiss right where I wanted him. I could feel my breathing deepen as I tried hard to not react as much as I knew he wanted me to.

"Harry,"  I whine, not wanting to beg him to give me more.

He stayed silent as he continued pressing kisses, applying more and more pressure. "Please," I beg, finally giving in to what he wanted all along.

Sliding my underwear down my legs, he latched his warm mouth over me almost instantly, making me shut my eyes and suck in a breath from the unexpected rush of pleasure of his mouth connecting with my heat. He licked the sides of my lower lips, still teasing me by not touching me where I wanted him.

"More," I whimper as he circles my clit but continues to ignore it. "Oh my god, mo-," I start to say until he puts his tongue exactly where I wanted him.

"Yes," I cry out as he sucks and laps up all the juices. Running my fingers through his fluffy locks, I try to find something to do with myself to stop from crying out his name.

"Jo,"  I hear him say.

"Jordyn," he says again as his hot breath fans against me.

"Jordyn!"

Jolting up, I'm matched with the same blue eyes except they're filled with confusion instead of lust.

"What? What's wrong," I asked, rubbing the crust from my eyes.

"You were making noises in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?" he asked me.

The dirty dream I just woke up from flashed images in my mind of everything that happened, making my eyes widen in the realization of what my dream was about. Did I really just have a sex dream about my best friend, I thought to myself.

"Um, yeah. I was getting chased by a giant..." I trail off, racking my brain for a logical answer. "Spider. And you know how much those little creatures terrify me."

Chuckling quietly, he squeezed my shoulder. "I'll protect you from all the big bad spiders," he says in a mocking tone. Rolling my eyes, I pulled my phone to see that it was 7:43 in the morning.

"Why are you up? It's so early," I complain, blocking the blinding rays of sunlight from shining on my face.

"You were making really loud noises. After I woke up, I couldn't go back to bed," he states with a yawn.

"Aren't you tired?"

"I went to sleep a couple of hours after you so not really," he answered with a shrug.

"Are our moms up?"

"Not yet. This is one of their first off days together so I'm pretty sure they're going to spend it doing whatever it is mothers do."

Responding with a small shrug, I stand and make my way to the bathroom to do my morning routine.

Walking back into the room, I see a shirtless Harrison still laying in the same spot on the bed, this time scrolling through his phone. I climb into the bed to do the same since it was too early to do anything really.