Free Anything For You by Sarah Mayberry

her hips and began to slide against him. He was everything she’d ever imagined and more. Long and thick, his tanned, taut body flexing beneath her, his hands eager on her breasts, his mouth hot and hard on hers. It was all too much, too overwhelming. Inevitably she felt the tightening of desire inside her as she rode him.
    “Yes, Laney,” he encouraged her, and she closed her eyes as her body stiffened with release, her internal muscles pulsating around Sam as she shuddered out her orgasm. It seemed to go on and on, and her cries were primitive and mindless. Beneath her, she felt Sam’s body tense also, his hands clutching at her hips and desire twisting his face as he came after her, his hips thrusting up into her powerfully.
    Delaney collapsed onto his chest, her breath rasping in her throat as though she’d just run the hundred-yard dash. Perspiration slid down between her breasts, and she could feel the hot steaminess of Sam’s body against her own. His chest was rising and falling rapidly beneath her cheek as he struggled to catch his breath, also, and for a short while, the only sound in her apartment was the harsh sound of their breathing.
    The inevitable fear and anxiety didn’t take long to make themselves felt in the pit of Delaney’s stomach.
    What on earth had she just done?
    She was such a fool. She had just exposed herself to Sam in the most blatant, damning way. She’d practically ravished the guy, riding him like some demented porn starlet. There was no way he wasn’t lying there in full knowledge of the fact that she was desperately in love with him.
    Awkward where before she had been graceful, Delaney rolled to one side and slid away from him. Not daring to even glance at his face, she pushed herself to her feet and retreated to the bathroom.

    SAM STARED AT THE CEILING high above him for what seemed like ages, his mind a complete blank. Vaguely he was aware of Delaney standing and walking away, but he was so blown away, so stunned by what had just happened between them, that his rational self was down for the count.
    Slowly, by small increments, he came back down to earth. First, he registered that the floor was cool and hard beneath him, and that he was lying on the bunched-up mass of his jeans, the lump uncomfortable against his back. Then he heard the sound of traffic passing by outside, and realized that the door to the balcony was slightly ajar. Finally, full, brutal awareness returned, and he closed his eyes and swore under his breath.
    He’d just had the most spectacular sex of his life with his best friend. He’d grabbed her breast, for Pete’s sake, then jumped her bones like an oversexed dog. What was wrong with him? What kind of an idiot was he, to risk the only worthwhile relationship in his life because parts of him had been standing to attention? Was his penis so damned important to him? Did he have no impulse control whatsoever?
    A low groan sounded in the room, and after a beat he realized that it had come from him. He pressed his hands hard on his closed eyes, wishing the pressure could eradicate the last few minutes from existence.
    Recognizing that he couldn’t just lie there and pretend nothing had happened, Sam rolled to one side and dragged his jeans out from beneath himself. He stood and pulled them on, then ran a hand over his head and blew out a breath.
    Delaney. He had to say something to Delaney. Something along the lines of “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. If I could take it back I would.”
    His penis stirred as he tacked on the last remark. Sam shook his head at his own lack of moral fiber. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t take it back if he could. It had been pretty sensational, after all. Intense, hot, wild. Delaney had been…
    Too late Sam registered that he had an erection again, the denim of his jeans bulging out aggressively.
    He stared down at himself. Was he really no better than this?
    Sadly, he didn’t think he was. The sound of water starting up