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“All it’d take is one dance for it to be all over the tabloids that I’m courting her. My family is waiting with bated breath for me to date her, but they’re out of luck. Plus, it isn’t fair to give her the wrong idea about our friendship.”
“Friendship,” Roxie repeats, not sounding convinced.
“Yes, friendship,” I say, looking her in the eye, my tone serious. “That’s all it’s ever been, and all it’ll ever be.”
The music swells and dips, giving me the opportunity to pull her even closer. With our bodies pressed together the way we are, there’s no way she can’t feel my growing erection, but even if it’s madness, I don’t care. I want her to feel how she affects me.
I’ve missed this. Painfully so. Maybe even more than the sex. Being this connected to Roxanne is everything I’ve ever wanted in a relationship, and even knowing what I do about her now, it hasn’t changed the connection between us. Or how good it feels to have her in my arms and against my body.
She shifts her hips and lets out a wordless exclamation. “Andries, surely you aren’t….”
“Only for you,” I tell her, our eyes locking for a moment. “No one else could get me this hard just with a dance.”
“I didn’t mean to make your night uncomfortable,” her voice is low and seductive.
I lower my head so I can rumble into her ear, “On the contrary, Roxanne, you’re the only thing making this party worthwhile.”
She shivers, and I feel a rush of inexplicable pride. Even with both of us wearing masks, we can read each other so clearly. I’m falling into her eyes, hypnotized by the curve of her lips, and totally ignorant to the fact that more and more couples are turning to watch us.
It’s when I hear both of our names whispered quietly around us, the only words I can pick out, a shiver of unease runs down my spine. I don’t want to lose what is happening between us, but the last thing I need is my sister to come charging out after us. I can’t let Roxanne know, either, because I don’t want her to second guess what is going on.
It’s a wild thought, but an idea skitters across my mind, both scandalous and too attractive to ignore. “Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?” I ask her.
She hesitates, but I can see the moment she makes up her mind to take what she wants without overthinking it. My brave, rash Roxanne. “Yes.”
My hand lowers from the middle of her back to the very top of the swell of her ass. I grind her body against mine. She gasps.
“Go to the bar and wait for me. I’ll text you where to go in a few minutes. I don’t want us to be caught and interrupted,” I explain, not wanting her to think I’m embarrassed to be leaving the party with her, but also nervous about what would happen if we were spotted exiting hand in hand.
Luckily, the heat of the moment makes her more agreeable, and she nods. Once the dance is over, we separate, with me leaving through the back of the crowd and her pushing through to go to the bar. I keep my head down and my shoulders hunched, not wanting to be stopped for a chat or recognizedby anymore. I know exactly where I’m going, and I smile while Dan’s words replay in my mind.
My friend's bedroom isn’t as neat as I’d have hoped, but the bed is made, albeit sloppily, and most importantly of all, there’s a lock on the door. It’s at the far end of the house, away from the ballroom, and I hope it’ll give me the privacy I so desperately need for what is to happen next.
I send Roxanne the text explaining where I am, with some rough directions, and then there is nothing to do but wait. I take my mask and jacket off, and set it on the nightstand, resisting the urge to palm my erection through my pants while I’m waiting. If I had the time I’d jerk off, giving myself some much-needed self-control when I could finally touch her, but it wasn’t meant to be. She would just have to receive me at my most feral. It has been much too long.
When she arrives, her mask is already in her hands, her face bare and open for me. We exchange no words as I rush forward, Roxanne closing the door behind her right before I crush her against it, my mouth on hers. I take both of her thin wrists in mine and pin them against the door above her head, my lips moving over hers frantically, as if we only have moments before we will be parted again. She makes a needy noise in her throat when my tongue delves into her mouth, and I swear I’m lost.
Roxanne tastes like champagne; she must have been drinking, and even with her hands pinned, she’s as desperate for this as I am, writhing against me like she can’t get enough. After seeing her and kissing her in the bookstore, it was like my mind had been wiped of any reason why I had left her in the first place. The same mind threatens to go completely blank when she snakes one leg around my waist, and I release her hands, hoisting her up with my hands around her waist.
I kiss her top lip before sucking the bottom one between my teeth and nipping gently. Then she’s burying a hand in my hairand tilting my head to the side so she can kiss and lick up the column of my neck and the line of my jaw before her mouth is on mine again. We are reacquainting ourselves with each other; it’s heady and disorienting. I have no control over myself.
I want to strip her bare and once more memorize every inch of her pale skin, but time is short, and both of our needs are off the charts. I can’t make slow, involved love to Roxanne on Dan’s sheets, but there isn’t any timeline where she and I leave this room without having fucked. It’s inevitable.
Roxanne doesn’t fight it as I lift her. She wraps both legs around me now, and I place her on the dresser, right below a wall mirror. I can only see my own reflection as I gather her skirts up in my fist, pulling her dress up while my mouth descends to the swell of her breasts. I can’t get her out of the bodice and have to settle for palming the globes of them through the red fabric, pinching her nipples until she cries out.
She strips her own underwear off, and it’s nothing but her bare core pressing against me now. We’re almost at the point of no return, and as much as I’m happy to jump off the edge, I have to make sure she feels the same, even if my cock is ready to explode out of my pants from how hard I am.
“You want this?” I ask simply, not able to form any other complex thoughts.
“Please, Andries,” she begs. “Yes, yes I want it.”
When I dip my hand between her legs, I find that she is ready for me, almost dripping with need. It takes all my willpower to summon the motor skills that allow me to undo my pants, pushing them and my boxers to my ankles. My manhood springs forth but is only subjected to the chill air of the room for a moment before I’m working myself between her folds.
Words of praise spill from Roxanne’s lips as I clutch her legs, feeling them tremble around me. I take as much time as I can, not slamming into her the way I want, but something tells meshe would take whatever I give her with gusto. Once I’m finally seated in her to the hilt, I begin to move, almost breathless from how good she feels. Tight, hot, and welcoming.
“Touch yourself,” I growl. “I won’t last long like this.”
Roxanne doesn’t question my commands, her snaking between us to rub quick circles around her clit with her fingers as I thrust into her without ceasing. I can’t believe I ever thought I could let this go… live without this. I can’t. Not ever again.
