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Gbenga and Ada have been friends for over four years, really close friends but they’ve never had Cex despite the intimacy. Gbenga questions why it is happening.
“It’s weird that in the four years we’ve known each other we’ve not f*cked.”
Gbenga absently stroked Ada’s long dark hair, his fingers combing through the strands. She lay with her head on his lap and her legs extended along the length of the long chair.
“Why do you think so?”
The sound of cheering drifted from the football playing on the television filled the room and empty dishes from their dinner littered the table. The curtains were closed, a lamp on the side table throwing a wide light over his living room.
Ada smiled, her eyes drifting shut as his fingers raked through her hair.
“Because you’re a pervert who uses phrases like ‘f*ck’. That’s why.”
He chuckled and toyed with the gold earring in her ear. “That explains why you haven’t thrown yourself at me – You are judgemental – but it doesn’t explain why I haven’t tried to lure you into bed.”
Ada opened her eyes and looked up at him, taking in his dreadlocks, his sensual mouth and dark eyes. A large expanse of beards covered his jaw and his blue t-shirt stretched across his chest.
His good looks combined with his cool and calm personality meant most women wanted him within five minutes of meeting him. He had always used his warmth and charm to his advantage, so why had he never tested his abilities on her?
It didn’t take her long to come up with the reason for his behaviour. “I think it’s because you respect me,” she said.
He let out a chuckle. “I don’t want to have s*x with you because I respect you?”
Ada smiled at the humour in his tone. The more she thought about it the more it made sense. He had so many choices when it came to women that he had never needed or wanted to push the boundaries with her. She met him through his younger sister, and when she had moved to Abuja three years ago, they had both turned to each other to fill the void she left in their lives.
Their friendship had grown and she now counted him as one of the most important people in her life. It would only take one quick test to prove he felt the same way about her.
She pushed herself up to a kneeling position and faced him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. “Watch, I’ll prove it to you.” His expression turned suspicious as she guided his hand towards her.
“Touch my breasts,” she said.
He let out a surprised laugh and lifted his arm above his head. “No! What’s wrong with you? I’m not touching your breasts.”
She arched her back, pushing her breasts out in invitation. It took all of her control to keep the smile from her face. She shouldn’t enjoy teasing him so much, but the look on his face was priceless. “Why not?”
“Because…” His gaze roamed her body, drifting over the pink t-shirt moulded to her breasts, moving further down to the s*xy legs revealed by her black shorts. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. His hand moved in hers, still above his head.
He took a slow tour back up her body and met her eyes again, letting out a frustrated breath. “Because you’re good and decent and I so much respect you, okay? God. You’ve given me a hard-on.”
Ada released his wrist, trying with all her strength not to laugh. “Sorry.”
He glanced a sideways look at her and bumped her leg with his knee. The barest hint of a smile appeared.
“I can tell when you’re being sincere. That’s not your sorry face.”
She let out the laugh she had been struggling to hold in and relaxed beside him, resting her hand on his jeans-clad thigh.
“You’re the one who should be apologising. You don’t want to have s*x with me because you think I’m too nice. How insulting is that?”
“Let’s not start hurling accusations, okay? You called me a dirty pervert.”
“I did not say ‘dirty’, and if you…”
“That’s it.” He barked and dragged her over him to straddle his thighs, grabbing both of her hands in his. He held her still and stared her down, attempting a frown that didn’t look as scary as it was supposed to because he kept fighting against a smile. “Take it back, Ada.”
She couldn’t resist sending him a grin just to stir him up some more. “Or what?” He placed her too far back on his legs for her to feel his erection, but after seeing the heat in his eyes she would bet almost anything it was still there. A sudden urge came over her to slide closer and find out for sure.
“I’ll hold you down and tickle you until you do. We both know how that’ll turn out.”
She had always ended up a struggling mess on the floor with tears streaming down her face. She had no desire to be put through that again right now. Ada shook her head swiftly and fastened her elbows against her sides. “I didn’t mean what I said, okay? You’re pure and good and decent.”
“Too late now, my feelings are hurt. You’re going to have to find a way to make it up to me.”
Ada inhaled and tried to pull her hands free. “I bet I can guess what you have in mind.”
He pulled her towards him and smiled as he kissed the tip of her nose. “If I didn’t know better I would have thought you were hitting on me. It’s a pity you’re not my type.”
“You might want to tell that to your d!ck. I don’t think he got the message.”
Gbenga let out a roar of laughter. He released her hands and curved his palms around her waist, pulling her closer. She settled over his lap, the comfortable position left no doubt about whether or not his erection had subsided.
His laughter quietened and the mood shifted between them. Their eyes met and she smiled, overwhelmed by the love she felt for him. She reached out to stroke his cheek and he moved his head slightly, as if he wanted to turn his face into her palm but thought better of it.
“Have you ever wondered what we would be like for us to be together?” she asked softly.
His thumbs swept over the curve of her hips. “I told you before, you’re kind and decent and all I want at this point in my life is wild, no-strings-attached cex. The two don’t go together.”
“You’ve never once thought of me in that way?”
His gaze moved to her mouth. “I’ve pictured you n*ked if that counts.”
She pushed her hair behind her ear. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He reached up and tapped her chin with his forefinger. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I’m a man, it’s what we do.”
Ada let out a chuckle and tipped her head slightly to one side, her gaze travelling over him while she tried to decide if her next question would cross any kind of line.
“Will you let me try something?” she asked. “Just out of curiosity?”
“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“I don’t know, I guess I just want to know what it’s like between us. Just one kiss, nothing more. You can even hold my hands again to make sure I don’t touch you.”
He raised his eyebrows. “What if I want to be touched?”
She raised her eyebrows back at him. “Then you can let go of my hands.”
He kept his eyes on hers and grabbed her wrists, guiding them behind her back. He clamped them together at the back, holding her tightly. The change in position caused her breasts to thrust out mere inches from his mouth. His gaze lowered for just a fraction of a second, letting her know it hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Her attention dropped to his lips. Ada tried to imagine what it would feel like kissing him for the first time in a way that wouldn’t — couldn’t — be classified as friendly. His mouth was firm and carnal, so inviting. Why had she never noticed that before? Her humour disappeared and she swallowed hard.
Gbenga watched her closely, his eyes taking everything in.
“What?” she asked, feeling as if she had suddenly lost control of the situation.
“Nothing. It’s just…” He gave her wrists a firm pull and she sucked in a breath. “This is turning you on.”
She let out a harsh sigh. “I can’t help it. I get turned on over new shoes. It doesn’t mean anything.”
His mouth lifted at one corner. “You realise this is going to change everything between us.”
She shook her head. “It won’t. I care too much about you to let that happen.” She moistened her lower lip and leaned closer. “I know you feel the same way.”
“Just…shhh.” She pressed her lips to his forehead, letting them linger there for a while, soaking up the warmth of his skin. Faint traces of his clean, crisp fragrance drifted towards her, teasing her senses. His free hand swept up and down her arm, leaving shivers in its wake.
She leaned back and took her time looking him over, drinking in the view of him while she decided where her mouth should go next.