The next morning, I woke in Jared’s bed. The memories of the night before came crashing into me. I couldn’t blame the whiskey for our night of sex. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. I started this and now I had to figure out where this was going. Could I keep our friendship unaffected and still have mind blowing sex with Jared?
I could smell the coffee brewing from down the hall and hear the sounds of pans clinking together. Jared had left a folded t-shirt on the bed. So, I put on the shirt and my panties, and walked toward the kitchen in search of food.
When I stepped into the kitchen I saw that he had food set out to be prepared. He glanced over his shoulder and said, “Morning darlin’. Pancakes or eggs and bacon?”
We had not eaten supper last night and I was starving so I smiled and responded, “Yes please.”
I heard his laughter and knew this was all going to be okay.
I walked up to the counter beside him to see what I could help with. Jared turned to face me, “I need to do one thing before I fix breakfast.”
“What’s that?” I asked assuming it was something to do with the ranch.
Jared grabbed a fistful of my hair pulling my head back as his mouth covered mine. His kiss was deep and rough. His tongue demanded mine and I gave it gladly. He released my hair but did not move his lips from mine.
His hands traveled down my back to my waist. His thumbs hooked into the sides of my tiny thong and I heard the material tear. A small cry of shock and need slipped between our lips as my body felt the cool rush of air.
His hands gripped my ass and lifted. As natural as breathing my legs wrapped around him and my ankles locked at his waist. My arms wrapped around his neck. He walked a few steps with me wrapped around him until he leaned me back. I felt the cool touch of the stainless steel refrigerator.
Jared’s forehead leaned against mine and his cock head touched my clit. I didn’t even know when he had undone his jeans. I rocked against him with a whimper of need.
Jared let out a soft mutter, “Fuck, we are playing with fire,” and then slid his cock into me in one long stroke.
I moaned and my head leaned back against the refrigerator.
He thrust in and out of me with a force that had me gasping and moaning instantly. My hips rocked to meet his every movement. My hands clung to his shoulders. My lips began to explore. I kissed his earlobe sucking it between my teeth. I trailed open mouth kisses around his neck.
Curling my body into him as he fucked me with a force that made me beg for the orgasm I was so near to. Moaning his name my fingers thread into his hair. My hand fisted and he groaned.
“I need to cum, please,” I begged between gasps as he slammed into me.
Jared growled. I knew he was close I knew I needed his orgasm like I needed my own. I arched my back, grinding my hips, taking him deeper. My hand left his hair and each hand traveled to find his nipples. I pinched each between my fingers and Jared’s thrusting intensified.
I was so close. My muscles ached to cum. My body needed it. When I felt the muscles in my pussy clench and my orgasm begin I let out a scream of passion. My hand wrapped around Jared’s throat squeezing.
His breathing changed, his thrusts stumbled in their rhythm. Jared let out his on primal scream and I felt the heat of his cum flooding me.
I clenched around his cock, milking him as my own orgasm wrecked me.
As our breathing settled he lowered me to the floor. Jared grabbed my chin holding my face to his.
“We are going to have a hell of a lot of fun together.”
All I could manage was a purr of a response.