Perfect Fit(5)

He was absolutely right and I knew that, but it still didn’t feel right. I mean, sexually it felt really, really right, but not intellectually. Our best friends were in love and there would be times when we were thrown together at an event and it could get really awkward between us. I went through this once with Gray’s employee, Ben. I made a huge mistake by seducing the guy, not thinking things through. We parted amicably and without expectations, but it still felt a little strange when we ran into each other. Gray read the tension for what it was and he got really mad at me. I couldn’t imagine how he would’ve felt if I slept with his “enemy,” as he referred to Jag.

“As much as I’d love to take you somewhere and fuck you until you couldn’t stand,” I adjusted my package for emphasis, “it’s not worth the risk to my friendship with Gray.”

“Who says you’d be the one doing the fucking?” Jag’s answering adjustment to his growing erection, plus his challenge as to who’d be on top, set my blood to nearly boiling. His hand lingered on his package, slowly stroking up and down his length over his shorts, as his body reacted to mine. I felt my ass clench with a desire to be filled, which had not happened for a very long time.

I was about to touch my hardened length too when a loud conversation a few rows over in the parking lot penetrated my thoughts and halted my action. Good God, I was seriously reaching for my cock and was prepared to stroke myself in front of Jag and anyone else who might’ve been watching nearby. It was the dose of reality I needed to walk away from the delicious temptation that stood in front of me. I could just as easily stroke my dick in the shower, sure Jag wouldn’t be there, but I wouldn’t have to worry that one of my students or colleagues would see me jerking off in public. Jag would just have to appear behind my eyelids instead of in person.

“I always do the fucking,” I told him arrogantly. “I just don’t want to fuck you.” The lie slid so easily off my tongue, but he knew I wasn’t being honest. There was no disguising my reaction to him.

I turned away from him and pressed the key fob to unlock my door with the intent of walking away from my temptation. I made it as far as opening the door before he spoke again, but this time it was directly from behind me. I felt the heat of his body while his masculine smell permeated my brain. Jag placed his hand firmly on my lower back and pressed his lips to the back of my ear.

“That’s too bad, because I was going to give my ass to you.” My knees threatened to buckle and I opened my mouth to tell him I changed my mind, but his wicked chuckle cut me off. “Maybe next time.” His words were followed by a teasing lick to the outer shell of my ear.

I mourned the loss of his heat, his touch, when he pulled away from me. I didn’t look over my shoulder to watch him walk away, even though I wanted to so badly. I was both dreading and looking forward to seeing him again, because I knew right then that sex between us was inevitable. He had something that I just couldn’t walk away from and it felt to me the feelings were fully reciprocated on his end. My body hummed in anticipation.





I DIDN’T SEE Miller for another month after our parking lot conversation, but that smiling, teasing devil stayed on my mind. I loved the way he challenged me and never backed down, whether it was during the basketball game or the verbal sparring afterward. He made me want him until it became a physical ache.

I could have rubbed my needs out with someone else, but it wasn’t going to work. I instinctively knew it and chose to rub one out myself rather than engage in a half-hearted fuck. I told Miller the truth when I said I was going to give him my ass that night. It wasn’t something that I did anymore, because it wasn’t like I took the time to get to know my sex partners. It was usually a quick, dirty fuck with a random guy. I had trust issues, both literally and figuratively, with opening myself up to just about everyone, let alone someone I had just met. Maybe it was arrogant of me to expect others to trust me not to physically hurt them while refusing to give them the same courtesy. I had many flaws that very few people saw through.

I hadn’t bottomed since Chase had experimented in college to find out what he liked. I hadn’t wanted that with anyone else until Miller. The way he dominated the basketball court made me want to be dominated by him in bed. Sure, I really wanted to claim his firm ass for myself, but for once I wanted to be pinned down and taken in a manner I had never experienced. I decided that I wouldn’t give in so easily the next time we met. I’d remind him again that we were both consenting adults and didn’t need anyone’s permission to fuck like animals if that is what we both wanted. We both wanted it something fierce.