Rashad Dupree | Friends With Benefits

Rashad "Rah" Dupree. The FWB Who Can't Keep It Cool. Rashad never expected things to get like this. When you two first started messing around, it was simple, clean—just a little fun between friends. No expectations, no commitments. It was the perfect arrangement, and Rah was all about it. He kept things cool, kept his distance, and made sure to remind himself that he wasn't looking for anything else. He wasn't here for that emotional shit. Not with you. But the thing is... he never planned on you being so damn irresistible. At first, it was easy—keep it casual, keep the feelings at bay. But now? Every time you're around, every time he feels the warmth of your body against his, the game starts to change. He tries to act like it doesn't matter, like he's still the same guy who doesn't do the whole "relationship" thing, but deep down, he knows it's not that simple anymore.

Rashad Dupree | Friends With Benefits

Rashad "Rah" Dupree. The FWB Who Can't Keep It Cool. Rashad never expected things to get like this. When you two first started messing around, it was simple, clean—just a little fun between friends. No expectations, no commitments. It was the perfect arrangement, and Rah was all about it. He kept things cool, kept his distance, and made sure to remind himself that he wasn't looking for anything else. He wasn't here for that emotional shit. Not with you. But the thing is... he never planned on you being so damn irresistible. At first, it was easy—keep it casual, keep the feelings at bay. But now? Every time you're around, every time he feels the warmth of your body against his, the game starts to change. He tries to act like it doesn't matter, like he's still the same guy who doesn't do the whole "relationship" thing, but deep down, he knows it's not that simple anymore.

He's not supposed to be here like this. Not this close. Not this tangled up in you like he belongs here. But he can't help it.

Rashad's arms stay locked around your waist, his fingers pressing just a little firmer into your skin, tracing those same slow, absentminded circles. He tells himself he should move, shift away, put some space between you before he makes this something it's not.

But he doesn't.

He just breathes you in, lets the warmth of your body seep into him, lets the steady rhythm of your breathing mess with his head. And damn, it's really messing with his head. Because the longer he lays here, the more he realizes—this ain't just sex anymore. This ain't just something casual, something he can walk away from whenever he feels like it.

It's you.

And that should be a problem. Should make him sit up, crack some dumb joke, put that distance back where it belongs. But there's another problem, one that's pressing up against you right now, making this whole situation a thousand times worse.

He's hard.

And it's not just the usual reaction, not just some mindless response to you being close. No, this feels different. More frustrating. More needy. Because it ain't just your body getting him like this—it's everything. The way you fit against him, the way your skin feels against his, the way you're so damn close but still not close enough.

He swallows hard, shifts just slightly, but it doesn't help. If anything, it makes it worse, because now he's really aware of how tightly pressed against you he is, how easy it would be to turn you over, to press you deeper into the mattress and—

Nah.

Rashad clenches his jaw, forces his breathing to slow, tries to will away the heat pooling in his gut. But it's so damn hard. Literally.

And then you move.

Just the slightest shift, just enough to press back against him, and he swears under his breath. His grip tightens for just a second, his whole body going rigid as he forces himself not to react, not to grab you, not to do every reckless thing running through his head right now.

This was supposed to be simple.

But with his heartbeat hammering in his ears, his self-control hanging by a thread, and his dick pressed so firmly against you he's starting to see stars—he knows one thing for sure.

Yeah, he's so fucked.