I batted my eyes and slowly became aware of my consciousness. Just barely awake, realizing I slept on the couch. As I lay there, I started to feel the cool leather underneath me. I take a deep breath and let my belly fill with air. I turn over to face the middle of the room.
At first I did not register who was in my living room in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and lifted my head up lightly. Squinting, and disoriented, I make the connection that my best friend in the whole world laying below me. Jax.
Of course it was Jax. The memories of last night come coursing back. He was peacefully sleeping on his back under a thin top sheet.
I remember texting him, shortly before I must have blacked out.
Wine.
I wonder what state I was in when he got here.
I look down at my body. I feel nothing amiss. No condoms around. We've never even kissed before. But he's never stayed over either.
I recently had a bad breakup with a man that had no business breaking hearts.
Jax has been there for me the whole time. I've never felt safer and more cared for than in the last 2 months.
As I lay pressed against the sofa I find myself entranced looking at his body. The sun gleaming off the golden hairs on his chest. The way his lips are slightly curled up and brow furled. I wonder what he could be dreaming about.
His shoulders and traps look so perfect and his soft snore put me at ease.
I feel a pull in my tummy suddenly.
Jax shifts slightly putting one leg slightly creased
and then reaching down to his....
He quickly adjusted it which set off a chain reaction underneath the top sheet.
My mouth gaped. 'No freaking way.' I thought.
The astonishing tent appeared. Offsetting his otherwise flat position as he now laid still.
There IT was and there HE was. Feet away from me.
Now insanely turned on I had to pet my kitty a few times to keep at bay. 'I couldn't do this to him? Could I?'
I wanted to slither off the couch. Crouch right next to his hips, slide off the top sheet from his mid section and gently cup my hands on his package.
I wanted to feel from the base of his cock and the ripple of the skin on his balls up to his perfectly domed cock head. I wanted to knead and wiggle the base and to feel what he has been working with.
I suddenly felt insanely jealous that his cock had been in so many other holes but not mine. Have I been that naive to deny Jax my body as well?
Is that all guy friends want? No, surely not. Just my exes.
Jax was possibly the best, kindest, most patient man I knew.