on birth control.
Sami's as light as a feather. Her toned legs wrap around my waist, and I line myself up with her entrance. "Once we do—"
Sami reaches down, grabs ahold of my dick, and drops her body. In less than a second, we become one. Her sweet yelp echoes through my apartment, followed by my deep groan as her forehead drops to my shoulder.
“Oh my God, I’m so full.”
"Fuck, Sami."
She's so wet I slide inside, stretching her as her heels dig into my ass, and she wiggles to accommodate my size. Once she's completely surrounding me, Sami lifts her head and our eyes meet. "Shut up, Marshal, and take me."
I don't hold back.
I can't.
Being inside her skin to skin is like slipping on a satin glove—one that's two sizes too small. She’s so tight. I'm consumed with the need to move, to feel her, and to embrace the friction as her sexy body pounds into the wall and her heels dig into my backside.
Like a wild animal I thrust, deeper and deeper, until I'm as far as I can go.
Over and over I move.
Perspiration covers my skin.
It's as if I'm out of control, and I love every second of it. I don't want it to ever end. I never want to stop, but all too soon, I feel her body clench. With each quiver, she tightens more and more around me. Hell, the glove shrunk. It’s now three sizes—four sizes—too small.
It's the best damn feeling in the world, and then all at once, she screams and her fingernails pierce my shoulders.
There are words, but I can't make them out.
Her entire body convulses as wave after wave of orgasm tears through her. She's my best friend and I'm ripping her to pieces and I can't stop. I ride the wave, never slowing for her orgasm, in and out, and then it happens.
My grip on her ass tightens as I pull her closer.
With a roar, I come undone.
Sami
I awake in Marshal’s arms.
That isn't a totally accurate statement.
As I regain consciousness, I'm entangled in Marshal Michaels. His muscular arm is draped over my shoulder, and his leg is bent over mine. He is the cocoon, and I'm the butterfly encased safely inside.
For a few minutes, I don't move.
It feels too good, too perfect.
Not only the warmth of his skin and the aroma of our sex-filled night, but everything. I'm in the arms of the one man who knows me better than anyone else in the world, and it's better than any fattening food, alcohol, or drug.
Being with him is perfect in more ways than I want to admit.
Lying in Marshal’s embrace, I have the realization that even with Jack, I held back.
Not intentionally, not maliciously, but more out of self-preservation. I couldn't tell Jack everything. I never told him about my first time.
I couldn’t tell him about Todd, who was not only fast but clumsy. I never mentioned my disastrous first attempt at sex. How it hurt or how it lasted about ten seconds. It isn't a part of me I wanted him to know, but it is different with Marshal. He already knows. He knew the day after it happened.
Closing my eyes, I see him the way he looked ten years ago.
It was the day after prom.
While I probably should answer Todd's texts, I leave my phone at home and walk down to Marshal’s house. I don’t knock. That is the way we are in our neighborhood—one family. When Marshal’s mom, Monica, sees me, she smiles and asks if I enjoyed prom.
Nodding, I embellish my answer. I could do that with her but not with Marshal.
As soon as my friend appears at the bottom of the stairs and sees me, he reaches for my hand, tells his mom we are leaving, and tugs me outside.
We don’t say a word as we get in his truck.
He stares out the windshield as if he knows what I’m going to say. The sounds of the road amplify as we drive out of our neighborhood. I’m not sure where we are going, and I don’t care.
I am with my best friend.
Finally, we pass through the rusty old posts where the gate used to be, at the lake.
With voices near the water, he takes my hand and we walk into the wooded area, our shoes crunching the underbrush. It isn’t until we make it to the edge of a recently planted cornfield that we stop. Marshal sits on the grass with his knees bent and his elbows