Part I
She would say that it was nice to wake up next to him. That was if she hadn’t woken up with a hand in her hair, warm stale breath fanning her face, and something thick and hard poking her stomach.
How had she managed to get herself in this position? She couldn’t remember. The last few days had been such a blur, and with the tension, in the house between her and her sister, she really hadn’t wanted to sleep in the same room with the woman.
July took a moment to look at the man’s face. He wasn’t all that bad to look at when his mouth was shut. A square jawline that suited his modeling career. Naturally arched, dark, and bushy brows. Long thin black lashes that curled towards the sun. big plumps lips, and a straight, wide nostril nose.
July had not realized how intensely she was staring until her eyes started to water. She blinked them closed and sighed.
I should probably get up. She thought to herself and shuffled lightly trying to untangle his fingers from her wire-like black dreads. A soft moan slipped past his pinkened, plump lips. July flushed and leveled a glare at his sleeping form. She put her hands under her to lift her body from the mattress when she felt a hard pressure between her legs.
July froze and glanced down towards where their bodies met. She bit her lip at the sight of his hard member protruding inside the thin fabric of his basketball shorts. The offending object was wedged right between her thighs just under her sex.
July broke her stare and shook her head. She tried and tried to shake his hand from her hair before huffing out a breath of air.
“Tyler Garret.” She called without any care he was sleeping. She would have to wake him if she wanted to get out of this position. Tyler hummed lightly in his sleep and shuffled closer. His member further wedged its self deeper. July felt it poking at the base of her butt.
“Tyler.” She called again. Her voice came out slightly raspy. She cleared it and lifted her thigh releasing him from her grasp.
His thing had managed to grow bigger and stiffer in his shorts. July coughed and looked away, heat collected in her cheeks.
“Tyler.” She said again louder. His fingers clenched tighter in her hair and she gave a yelp. It didn’t hurt but sent a jolt of arousal straight through her.
This isn’t right. He’s sleeping. July grit her teeth together and sat up properly. She snaked a warm brown hand behind her head and started to unwind his fingers. Tyler clasped tighter smacking his lips and turning from his side to his back. His shifting sent July flailing on top of him.
She managed to catch most of her weight, and not crush him. Holding herself above him with her butt in the air a few less than holy thoughts crossed her mind. Especially ones that involved the hot rod pressing into her stomach.
“Tyler.” July croaked. She couldn’t hide it much anymore. She was horny. Hair pulling always got her like this. Even though he hadn’t meant it, Tyler had thoroughly managed to awake the heat in her core.
Tyler mumbled something under his breath and wrapped his other arms around her. He pulled her against his chest and her face close to his.
July laid frozen against him her pussy twitching.
“Stop it July.” She muttered to herself. There was no reason to be so thirsty. The man was literally asleep. But one of her legs had managed to cross over one of his. July couldn’t look down and confirm if it was between her. Taking a chance July squeezed her legs together.
Directly at her lips was the tip of his dick. July held back a moan and released her grip. She raised her hips to break contact and wiggled trying to break free.
“Tyler.” She hissed more aggressively this time.
“Yes, my love?” Tyler asked sleepily. July’s mouth dropped open and her heart skipped a beat and fluttered against her chest.
He’s not talking to me. He doesn’t even know I’m right here. He doesn’t know cause he’s not awake. She thought. Trying again and again to reinforce the message.
Tyler and July had been at odds with each other since she dated his crush back in eleventh grade. They’d been out of high school for four years but their friendship had never recovered. She’d apologized multiple times and tried to explain the situation, but he never listened to her explanation.
Now here they were alone in a locked room with his erection just below her dripping pussy.
“Tyler” July whispered again halfheartedly. Tyler wrapped one of his legs around hers and kissed her forehead.
“Go back to sleep, my love,” Tyler said a bit clearer than before but heavy with sleep. The husky tones of his voice vibrated through his chest and into hers. July closed her eyes and tried not to think about the pressure against her pussy or the tightness in her stomach. She tried not to think about the cooling print on her forehead from his kiss. Or the way his fingers rubbed lightly over her scalp.
All to no avail. July moaned loudly as Tyler raised his hips in a stretch of his free leg. That seemed to do the trick as his eyes popped open. Brown versus hazel.
