by Fields, MJ
She arched into me, into the rhythm of my fingers. When she started rocking her hips into it, I stopped, and her eyes flew open, her chest heaving.
“Take. Them. Off,” I said, dipping a finger into her and pulling it back to emphasize each word. “Top, too.”
She fumbled with the button of her jeans before popping it open and ripping the zipper down. I rubbed her clit to encourage her along.
“Mmm,” she moaned, swaying a little as she stood. With my free hand I helped pull down the denim and silk combo until she stepped out of both, baring her lower half completely for me. Jesus. Just the sight of her glistening pussy makes me wanna come.
Keeping two of my fingers working inside her, I urged her closer, erasing a little of the gap she’d just put between us. “Elliot. Shirt. Now. I want to have access to every single inch of you.”
She slipped the wine-colored top over her head and let it fall to the floor before reaching back to unhook her strapless bra. I sucked in a breath at the sight of her, completely bare and looking at me with the same hunger in her eyes that I felt in my bones. I’d seen her like this last time—laying open and eager on my bed—but this might as well have been the first time based on the way my dick reacted.
For a split-second, I was almost grateful that our friendship unraveled; if it hadn’t, and we were still just casual friends who only did friendly activities…yeah, I definitely didn’t let my mind linger on that possibility.
“Fair’s fair, Bryce. Yours off, too.” She plucked at my shirt, breaking me free of wayward thoughts.
Grinning, I used my free hand to reach back. I pulled the shirt over my head without hesitation. Her eyes instantly roamed my chest, taking stock of each muscle, one by one. “Yeah, you’ve got an okay body, I guess.”
Her little laugh cut off when I gripped her hips and tugged her forward.
I couldn’t decide between pulling her back down on top of me or burying my face between her legs. While I debated, she slid back onto my lap, and somehow my fingers found their way back into her pussy of their own accord. She slowly rocked her hips, and I let her movements dictate the pace for now. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want.”
“Keep going,” she urged, and I felt her walls squeeze tighter. “Faster.”
“Good girl,” I praised, granting her request.
She started to smile, but it quickly fell as a moan slipped past her lips and she rocked her hips faster, chasing the orgasm I knew was rapidly building.
The sounds of her arousal filled the air as my fingers pumped in and out of her at a furious pace. “Pretty sure I’ll never get enough of you. Of this.”
“I’ll never…this is…ohhhhhh, god, Bryce, I’m gonna come,” she warned, digging her fingertips into my traps while she tightened around my fingers and rode out her orgasm.
I withdrew from her, licking my fingers like they held the last traces of the world’s sweetest dessert before shifting our bodies so she was splayed out on the couch.
“I want you for so much more than just the way you look, El, but this body? I’d sell my fucking soul for this view.” I flashed her a heated, hungry look and licked my lips. “If you only knew all the wicked fantasies your body has summoned recently…”
She pushed up on her elbows and hooked a leg behind mine, pulling me toward her. “Show me.”
“Careful what you wish for.”
I dropped to my knees at the side of the couch, threw her leg over my shoulder and drew my tongue up her hot center. My lips tugged into a smile when she moaned and sprouted tiny goosebumps across her stomach. Another languid swipe of my tongue across her clit made her thighs clench around me, and I had to apply actual pressure to keep her legs open.
Jerking my head up, I gave her a warning look before thrusting two fingers into her. She gasped and arched off the couch. So fucking hot.
I reached my free hand over to the side table where her cup sat and moved it to the floor, fishing out a piece of ice along the way. Holding it between my index, middle finger, and thumb, I brought it up to her most sensitive part and slowly dragged it in every direction.
“Ah! What the fuck?!” she yelped, flying into an almost sitting position.
I smirked and quickly withdrew the melting ice to replace it with my tongue.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhhh, fuck, Bryce,” El groaned. I felt her loosen back up and ease her legs wider.
“That’s it, El. Just relax.” I popped the ice cube between my lips and lowered my head, tracing it along the outer edges of her folds. This time when she clenched it wasn’t out of surprise.
Until I gently slid the ice cube inside her.
She squealed, but a moan followed quickly behind.
“Can I still be considered an ice-virgin if it’s just the tip?” she asked breathlessly, a mischievous grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.
I laughed, letting the ice cube fall out of my mouth. God, she’s something else. If it was weird that joking and sharing a laugh came easily in the midst of one of the hottest nights of my life…I never wanted to experience normal again.
“You’re adorkable,” I teased, giving her a wink.
She faux-glared at me with a tilted brow. “And you are a tease,” she countered, reaching down to pull me up by my jeans. “You wanted me to voice my own desires? What I want is you, Bryce. I want this.” Once in striking distance, her hand rubbed my shaft through the fabric, and I felt everything below my waist tense up. “I’m done waiting. Condom. In my bag,” she instructed, jerking her head in its direction.
“So bossy, Uno. Not gonna lie, it’s pretty damn hot.”
I bent over to dig through her bag and felt a biting smack on my ass, right before her body pressed against mine from behind while her hands worked my jeans down my legs. With them around my ankles, she wasted no time slipping her fingers into my boxer briefs and pulling my throbbing cock in her hands, sliding one palm up and down while the other migrated to my balls and handled them like she’d been their keeper her entire life.
“You know…you’re not the only one with fantasies.”
Elliot Kincaid…part angel, part beautifully filthy devil. Such a perfect, lethal combination.
I grabbed the foil packet and whipped around, hauling her body against mine so she’d wrap her legs around my waist. “Change of plans,” I stated huskily, leaning in to nip the side of her neck.
Instead of taking the extra ten seconds to cross the house and get to my bedroom, I walked us to the corner of the living room where Peyton’s giant pink teepee sat. It wasn’t big enough for us to fit comfortably, but it had a soft padding on the bottom and that’s exactly why it was perfect. No burn from the living room’s rug and no bruises from banging on the hardwood.
Elliot craned her neck around for a second before flashing me a wicked grin and pulling me down on top of her. “Dad of the year,” she murmured against my lips while I tore open the condom wrapper.
“She’ll never know.”
Any other time, I probably would’ve tried to savor the feeling, drawn out the experience of our first time together. But between the interruptions and the fact that this felt like it was years in the making, not weeks, the concept of ‘slow’ was laughable.
Condom in place, I bent El’s legs at the knee and pulled them into the angle I wanted before finally thrusting into her soaked entrance.
Warm. Tight. Fucking perfect.
We froze at the sensation, temporarily paralyzed by the immense pleasure I knew we both felt.
In an instant, I knew this would never grow old. That I’d never get enough of her.
If I thought I was addicted to her before…fuck.
The intense, raw need to move, to fuck her senseless, hit me so fast it almost hurt. The tingling sensation in my balls was enough to kill me, and I’d only been inside her for seconds.
“El, is this okay? Are you okay?” I huffed, searching her face for any signs of discomfort.
“So much more than okay, Bryce
.” She pulled my face down to merge our lips, and I growled into her mouth.
With her green light, we started moving our bodies, slowly at first, finding our rhythm while the sounds of skin-on-skin contact and our moans filled the air around us.
And then…
We.
Were.
Chaos.
She clawed at my back and rocked into me like she was dying and I was her only chance at salvation.
I drove into her with more fervor and need than I’d ever thought a human could possess.
I was almost certain her moans were an automatic trigger for my balls to tighten almost to the point of no return. When a stretch of the teepee’s fabric ripped, I pulled out and flipped her on to all fours.
“God, is it possible this feels too good?” she panted, craning her neck around to flash me a heated, lust-filled look. “I’m gonna need you inside me all the time now. You’ve created an insta-nympho.”
“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure you’ve got a magic pussy, so that’s not gonna be a problem.” I chuckled and smacked her ass before pushing my cock back into her.
I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek when the world’s sexiest moan hit my ears and acted as a siren song for the orgasm I could feel on the horizon.
“Oh god, Bryce.” She arched her back and pushed into me while I pumped my hips. “I’m so close,” she huffed. My fingers dug into her hips to keep her steady, and I knew the second her orgasm hit when I felt her walls clamp down on me.
Feeling her fall apart wrecked me in the best way possible; it drew my balls in until the pressure at the base of my spine combusted, sending fire burning through my veins while El’s tight pussy milked every last drop from me.
She collapsed into the padded floor, and I rolled to her side, catching my breath while I wrapped my head around what just happened.
After a minute, I crawled out of the tilting teepee to get rid of the condom and bring El a rag and us a blanket. Peyton turned into a little inferno at night, so I had the thermostat set a little lower than most normal people.
I was used to it by now, but I didn’t want El to get any ideas about putting clothes back on.
“Will you grab my bag on your way?” she called on my way back.
I was about to ask if she was thinking what I was thinking about round two when she grabbed the bag from me and dug out a big bag of Starbursts. Not just any Starbursts, either. In the bottom right corner of the yellow and pink bag, it said, “Fave-Reds.”
“It’s only the pink or red flavors. Strawberry, watermelon, fruit punch, cherry.”
“Life changing sex and a bag of pink Starbursts? Fucking marry me already.”
She arched a brow and smirked. “Life changing sex?”
Instead of making light of the moment like I'd meant to do, my mouth closed in on hers, kissing her like I’d never get enough. “Everything changing sex, El. In the best way possible.”
She smiled and cupped my face between her warm palms. “I couldn’t agree more.”
I wasn’t sure how to feel about her questioning my sex comment instead of the impromptu mention of marriage. Relieved, obviously. I should’ve been relieved that we weren’t forced to talk about plans or a future, because we’d both agreed that taking this thing between us slow and day-by-day was best.
Except…I was pretty sure a part of me knew that was complete bullshit, at least on my end.
I knew El needed time to come to the same realization—and I knew she would—but I also was pretty positive what we’d just done sealed my fate and stamped her name all over my heart and soul.
I did want her to marry me. Not today, and maybe not even for years. I could be patient. As crazy as it sounded, she was the first and only woman I’d ever imagined myself tethered to for my whole life.
Neither of us made an effort to leave the teepee, and I couldn’t help but grin when I realized its haphazard state. The poles holding it up had fallen, making the top droop down, and the fabric stretched across the outside was wrinkled and pulled out of place.
El followed my gaze and let out a laugh. “Uh, I hope this thing is washable.”
“It is. Like I said, she’ll never know.”
After a while, we finally made our way out of the teepee and into my bed, but neither of us bothered with clothes.
I figured I should take advantage of having the option of complete nudity while Peyton was still in a crib and couldn’t sneak into my room at all hours of the night.
And, if I had my way, Elliot would never spend a second fully clothed while in my bed.
Smiling at how that conversation would go, I pressed my lips to the crown of her head before drifting off to sleep.
“Psst,” she whispered against my shoulder sometime later. “Are you awake?”
“I am now.” I eased my arm around her, running my fingertips along her spine. “What’s on your mind, Uno?”
“I, uh, well, there’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now, and tonight—the past couple weeks, really—made things crystal clear for me. I’m going to meet Helen.”
I immediately stiffened beneath her, and my fingers froze in place mid-pattern. I swore my heart came to a complete stop in my chest. In an instant, every single fear and doubt I had about my decision to tell George and Millie about Helen came crashing down on me. Regret sliced through me like a razor.
Maybe I heard that wrong. Please, god, let that be the case.
“Bryce?” She shifted until her chest was halfway on my torso and looked up to catch my gaze. I was certain she’d be able to feel the wild thumping of my heart from where her hand rested against my chest.
“Wh—uh, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”
“Sophia found her. On Facebook. She said she wants to meet us, that it’s urgent we speak soon, but wouldn’t elaborate further. And I know what you’re thinking; why should I believe her after last time? What makes me think she won’t pull another vanishing act? Trust me, I had the same initial thought. But it’s different this time. She gave us her home address in Denver. I need answers, Bryce.”
“El…” I searched my brain for the right words, but came up drastically short.
Fuck. How do I tell her I’m the reason she didn’t get those answers five years ago? How can I ruin us before we even get to be an ‘us’?
“I have to know why she walked away from us. Why she never came back. Why she got my hopes up and opened old wounds only to change her mind five years ago. I’ve only spent a handful of hours with Peyton, and I’m, by no means, comparing our situations, but even being a tiny part of her life…I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I hurt her that way.”
Those words were everything I could ever ask of Elliot. Knowing she already felt a thousand times more for Peyton than Bridgette ever did meant everything to me. And yet…I couldn’t shake the panic that trickled down my spine with each passing second.
I have to tell her.
“Do you think…would you go with Sophia and me to meet her?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Willing my hand to keep steady, I brushed the curtain of her blonde hair aside and craned my neck forward to kiss her forehead. “I won’t pretend to know what it’s like to be in your shoes, but I do know you deserve answers, and I’ll always support you, El. If you want me to go with you, just say the word. My mom can keep Peyton, and we can go to Denver for a couple days. Whatever you want.”
She wiggled her way up my body and cupped my face, giving me a warm smile I didn’t deserve before pressing our lips together.
“I loved our friendship, Bryce, but this…this feels so much better than I ever could’ve imagined.”
“I know exactly what you mean. If friendship was all we ever shared, I would’ve found a way to live with that. But I’m glad I don’t have to.”
“Oh, uh, awwwww-kward. I meant…this,” she said, sliding her hand down my torso until it wrapped around my cock, setting a record for ho
w fast it went from half-hard to harder than steel.
Just like that, every drop of blood in my body rushed south, silencing all the thoughts vying for attention in my brain.
My dick twitched in her hand, and I groaned before gripping her hips and flipping her onto her back to hover over her. “You think you’re so funny, Uno.” I arched a brow and pushed my hips into her. “Admit it, El, the nickname is accurate.”
“What, Toad? Uhh, I mean, kinda weird to point out, but I guess I can see that.” Her lips pulled into a smirk at the same time I reached down to pull on her nipple, making her gasp.
“Ahh! Okay, okay,” she squealed through her laughter. “McMagicDick is definitely accurate!”
“That’s what I thought.” I flexed my hips forward to brush my length against her while my mouth found the goose-bumped flesh of her nipple and kissed away the sting caused by my fingers. “Just to be sure, I think you need a reminder.”
She nodded eagerly, her chest rising in sync with her nods. “I’ll probably need a few reminders…you know, just to be sure I don’t get confused again.”
Twenty-One
Bryce
I’m seriously going straight to hell.
I should’ve finally given Elliot the truth, and I almost had—but the second her hand made contact with my dick, I was gone. Lost to the high that came exclusively from being buried inside her.
After our encore (and an encore after that), El crashed and fell into a peaceful sleep while I held her in my arms.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep for shit.
Tonight had given me emotional whiplash, and I had no one to blame but myself.
There were times over the last several weeks when I’d almost convinced myself that my role in whatever George and Millie had said to Helen was irrelevant, that they would’ve found a way to stop Elliot from meeting her regardless of my interference. That Elliot wouldn’t hate me when she found out.
Then, in the moments of clarity when I accepted the reality of the situation, I convinced myself that Elliot would understand and forgive me.