by Bella Emy
But she’s Lauren’s best friend, and she’s not looking for a one-night stand. She’s always been the relationship type of girl. The type I’ll never go for ever again.
Ellie is super hot. Like model chick hot. But I know that is shaky territory. Lauren and I are super close, and if I were to do anything to hurt her best friend or come between her and Ellie in some way, it would equal problems. Therefore, that’s the reason why I keep my dick tucked away as far from her as I possibly can.
But God damn it, I’d love to tuck it inside of her. I want to see her naked so bad. There have been times where I’ve been pretty close, pretending to accidentally walk in on her as she comes out of the shower forgetting to knock. She had almost had a heart attack on that night, and I chuckle to myself.
And right now, there is no reason why I came all the way to this side of the house to use the bathroom. There is a perfectly fine one right outside of my bedroom.
Lucy, was it? She passed out almost as soon as I tapped that ass, but I’m sort of hoping she’ll wake up and get the hell out. I really don’t want to see her as soon as I wake up. I’d prefer to see Ellie in just a white T-shirt, giving me a sneak peek of her tits, cooking me breakfast in the kitchen. As she’d turn around, only her ass cheeks would be visible.
Fuck, I’m getting another hard on thinking of her like that. But I know I'm getting way ahead of myself. Ellie would never strut around here like that. And not for me, anyway.
I can’t picture spending more than a night or two with the same girl, even with her. There are too many beautiful women to claim, and definitely not enough time.
I give myself a glance in the mirror and flash my smile. Women find me irresistible, and sometimes, I sleep with them just to say that I can and I did. I never get attached. I refuse to add emotions in with sex. I did that once, and I’ll never do it again. That’s how I got burned, and I’m not looking to get hurt like that again. I don’t want love. Love is for pussies. I’d rather get pussy and call it a night.
I turn out the light and look toward Ellie’s room. Her door is closed, and I imagine what she looks like under the sheets.
Fucking sexy ass Ellie.
Licking my lips, I turn around and start heading back to my room at the opposite side of the hall. When I get there, Laney, or maybe it’s Lorelei, is still passed out cold on my bed.
Fuck. This bitch has taken up more than half the room on the bed. Where the hell am I supposed to sleep?
I contemplate picking her up and placing her onto the ground, but instead, I take one of the extra pillows and head back over to the living room. I may be a dick when it comes to getting laid and such, but I’m still a gentleman. After all, I do have a two-minute older sister.
I chuckle to myself and get comfortable on the couch. I pick up the remote to put on the TV, but before I have a chance to do so, I see Latoya–is that her name–emerging from my room.
All she has on is a sexy red laced negligee that sits perfectly on her curvy form. It stands out nicely on her creamy colored skin, matching her golden-blonde curls. Laura–maybe that’s it–is the type of girl who carries extra sets of panties and thongs in her purse for nights like tonight. I guess she gets around, which worked out well for me. She had this little number stuffed in there as well. I was too horny, all over again, thinking of the way Ellie looked on the couch when I walked in, to notice when she had started going through her bag after we had already fucked. Yeah, that’s the thing. We had already fucked, and yet, I’m still not satisfied.
She had claimed she was looking for something comfortable to doze off in.
If she is here looking for me to go at it again with her, I’m more than ready.
“Baby, you left me all alone!” she whines.
Why the fuck is she calling me baby? And why the fuck is she whining like a two-year-old? It’s not cute, and I’m going to have to teach her a lesson by bending her over for calling me baby. I’m no one’s baby. Fuck relationships.
“Sorry, Li-Lisa,” I stammer.
“It’s Lilian!” she shouts.
She glares at me, her face turning the same shade as the sexy piece of lingerie she’s wearing.
“Lilian, right. I’m sorry, sexy,” I pretend to apologize.
Honestly, I don’t care if her name is Little Miss Ass to Face at this point. I want to fuck her again. Shit, I need to get rid of this raging hard on. After thinking of Ellie the way I had, I’m aching to cum again.
I get up from the couch and walk toward her. She’s pouting her lip out at me, and I want to bite it off and then take her from behind. I’m so going to ram my dick inside of her ass for being such a little bitch. She needs to be punished with my massive cock.
“I’m sorry, sexy. Forgive me?” I ask, looking into her emerald green eyes, wrapping my arms around her waist.
The evil look from her face melts away and a smile replaces it.
“Oh, of course, baby,” she responds.
There she goes again, calling me baby. I cringe, but don’t let her see. I’m just going to screw her hard and make her beg she had never called me that.
I kiss her cheek and neck as my hands travel all over her body leading her back into my room. We’re stumbling over ourselves, but I just can’t wait to feel my dick buried deep inside her pussy. My cock is pulsating, ready to be unleashed yet again.
As we enter my room, I pick her up, cupping her ass in my hands, and throwing her onto my bed. I climb on top, hovering over her, as she already begins to squeal.
I’m about to flip her over so I can lower myself inside of her as I hear her say, “Make love to me, Derek.”
Make love to her? Fuck! She killed my mood.
I stop.
I don’t make love. I fuck.
I look at her in the eyes, but because I still want to screw senselessly to get my annoyance out, I respond, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, sexy mama,” forcing myself deep into her cunt. I don’t even waste time by turning her over and pummeling her ass. I just need to get off now. I don’t want to wait.
She’s about to say something but it turns into loud moans as I’m pumping forcefully into her.
Thank God. I shut the bitch up.
I need to think of something else so that I can just release my seed inside of her and send her in an Uber.
Immediately, thoughts of Ellie enter my brain, and I can barely hold back my release. I want to cum, but I don’t wanna cum before she does. But thinking of Ellie riding me as her tits are bouncing up and down in my face make it so hard for me to control myself.
I’m ramming my dick inside of this chick so fast and hard that the friction is about to make me burst inside of her.
Thankfully, it’s at this very moment that she orgasms and I let go of my release as well.
Once we’re done, I collapse onto the bed, and she lays her head on top of my chest.
Great, she’s one of those touchy, feely chicks. Too clingy for me…
I wait a moment before slowly moving her head and turning on my side. I’m hoping she’ll get the hint and possibly get dressed and leave, but she doesn’t. She just continues lying there. What is it about chicks always trying to make the moment last forever?
It’s sex, not marriage. You get naked, fuck like bunnies, and then go your separate ways. There is nothing more.
Moments later, I hear her snoring, and once again, make my way into the living room. I’ll be sleeping on the couch before I fall asleep right beside her making her believe there is anything going on between us.
She knows what I’m about. I have a reputation. Any woman who I take home knows the rules. It is a one night kind of thing. If you’re lucky, I may sleep with you a second time, but that’s not always the case. There are no promises of tomorrow, no phone calls in the morning, no strings attached. And yet, there are always those few who think they can change me. Each one who had tried had failed… miserably. It is amusing to watch, to say the least.
I continue walkin
g my ass over to the living room and plop down on the couch once again. I look over at the grandfather clock to the right of the television and notice that it’s now after three in the morning. I need at least a few hours of sleep if I’m going to be able to function in the morning.
I close my eyes, but the last image I see in my brain before drifting off to sleep is of Ellie, naked and beautiful lying sprawled out on a bed.
My bed.
Mmm, what an image to fall asleep to.
3
Ellie
On Monday morning, I wake up to the sound of a door slamming shut. Must be the bathroom door right next to my room. Probably Derek, if I know any better.
I rub my eyes and see dim daylight peeking in through the shades. Looking over to my left at the radio alarm clock on the nightstand, I see it’s just about noon.
Fuuuuck! I’m so late for work, like horribly late! How did I end up sleeping in so long? I can’t remember much from the night before. Lauren and I had ordered Chinese takeout while we binge watched some shows on Netflix.
I quickly jump out of bed and grab my towel and some clothes from the closet. I need to shower and get ready as fast as I can. Maybe even call my boss and apologize for being such a fucking loser. I need to get my shit together.
I’m typically a punctual person… what the hell has happened to me?
Oh, I remember. The drinks. Derek had come home and brought some alcohol instead of bringing home some random bitch from the bar. Whatever, he probably just screwed some skank before coming home.
He had joined us on the couch, and that’s the last thing I remember. How the hell did I even end up in my own bed and out of my clothes? I can’t recall walking from the couch to the bedroom.
And as if on cue, I feel my head begin to pound.
Thanks, Derek. I needed this.
How irresponsible had I been for drinking so much the night before I had to be at work in the morning?
I grab my cell phone off the nightstand and am about to call my boss, when I see a notification from 8 a.m. this morning reminding me of the meeting we were supposed to be having.
“Oh my God! I’m fucked!” I yell out, dropping the phone onto the bed and making a beeline for the bathroom.
I go to turn the doorknob, but of course, it’s locked and someone is in there.
“Derek, if that’s you in this bathroom when you have a perfectly good one right outside your bedroom, I’m gonna fuckin’ murder you! Get out! I need to get ready!” I pound on the door.
Suddenly, it creaks open, and I see a smiling, bright-eyed Lauren stepping out.
She is dressed in jeans and a fleece, and her hair is neatly brushed into a high ponytail. How the hell she looks so refreshed after last night beats me. Maybe she hadn’t drunk along with us? But I specifically remember her chugging down a few beers. Something is oddly off.
“Whoa, easy there, Pilgrim,” she says through a smile. How the fuck is she so chipper?
“Laur! Why didn’t you wake me up when you saw it was so late! I had a meeting this morning! I totally missed it! Fuuuuuuuuck,” I yell, pushing her out of my way into the bathroom.
As I’m about to strip and jump into the shower, she says, laughing, “What are you talking about? Don’t you remember anything from last night?”
I turn to face her, dropping my towel onto the rack.
“Um, apparently not…” I confess.
She continues laughing at me. “Before Derek got home, we turned on the news since Kev texted me about the upcoming weather. Anyways, you’re not working today. Everything has been shut down. There’s a state of emergency out… we’re getting close to eighteen inches of snow… already started at 6 a.m. this morning,” Lauren says, glimpsing at her watch.
All of a sudden, I remember everything she’s telling me about last night. It’s the reason why we had started drinking in the first place. Work had closed for the both of us, sending us text messages and phone calls. I had just forgotten to move the meeting in my phone calendar to the new date and time my boss and I had agreed upon.
“Oh my God, I feel like such a fucking idiot,” I say, slumping onto the closed lid of the toilet. “Hey, where are you off to if the weather is going to be so bad later?”
She’s obviously going out. The only time she applies makeup and fixes her hair so perfectly is when she’s going somewhere. She flashes me one of her famous, perfect million-dollar smiles and says, “I am waiting for Kev to get here. We’re taking a long weekend at his family’s log cabin resort two hours from here. We’re going to turn our phones off and not have any interruptions.”
Knowing Lauren, this means she’s finally going to sleep with Kev. After having dated him for a little over three months now, she is going to give herself to him. Her rule was typically six months of dating, but I’m assuming that with Kev, those rules have been thrown out the window.
My brows furrow, and I give her a skeptical look. “Long weekend? Laur, it’s only Monday…”
“Exactly… we’re spending all week there!”
I start laughing. “What if it’s back to work tomorrow or Wednesday, after they’d had a chance to clear out the snow?”
She looks into the mirror as she applies a cherry-colored lipgloss onto her lips. Smacking them together, she says, “Then I’ll only need to take off a couple of days from work, won’t I?”
Lauren turns to face me then as she leans up against the bathroom sink. “Hey, all jokes aside, Ells. Are you going to be okay here by yourself for a few days? Maybe I should leave my phone on…”
I shake my head back and forth, rising from my seat. “I’ll be fine, Laur. Really. Go enjoy yourself, okay? Plus, if I really need something, I can always check with Derek.”
Lauren gives me a twisted smirk. “You’re kidding, right? Being home with Derek is like being home alone. That or you’ll be babysitting him, since he’s like a kid.”
I chuckle. “Exactly. That’s how I know I’ll be okay.” I wink at her. “I promise.”
“Okay, well, still call me if you need something. I guess I’ll set it to Do Not Disturb unless it’s a call from you.”
“See, aren’t you glad you got that phone that allows you to set specific settings? Told you it was good.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she says, walking out of the bathroom, dismissing my statement.
I follow her out and watch as she grabs her bags off the couch. The woman has packed two large suitcases, as if she were going away to some foreign country for God knows how long.
“You are planning on coming back in a few days, aren’t you?” I joke.
“Shut up,” she says, chuckling. Her phone rings as a notification comes through. “That’s Kev. He’s downstairs.”
I smile at her. “Enjoy yourself, bitch.” I walk her to the door, and before she leaves, she turns to face me.
“Okay, girlie. I’m off! Wish me luck!” Now she winks at me. Yep. She is so sleeping with Kev.
I chuckle. I’m happy for her, but at the same time, I’m so jealous that she’ll be getting laid while I’ll be here with…
Mmm, better not go there.
Those thoughts alone could start trouble.
“Good luck, Laur. You’re not gonna need it, though.” I add, trying to change my inappropriate thoughts.
She smiles genuinely at me. “Thank you, girlie.”
“Hey, can I give you a hand bringing these bags down the stairs for you?” I ask before I’m interrupted by the one and only Derek.
“I got it, Sis,” he says, strutting over, shirtless and all. The only thing he has on are a pair of gray sweatpants. What is it with guys and gray sweats? Are they like the only color they own, specifically Derek? Geez. It makes it impossible keep my eyes off his huge bulge.
Stop it, Ellie. Stop it right now.
“See, Der’s got it,” Lauren smiles, and I give her a hug goodbye.
I quickly move back as Derek gets close enough to grab one of the suitcases.
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p; Fuck, he smells so good. I know it’s that Bod spray he uses… the green bottle. It’s inexpensive but smells like a million bucks.
“See you soon,” Lauren calls out as she gets into the elevator with Derek.
I close the door behind them and then it hits me… “Oh my God,” I say, realizing I haven’t even had a chance to brush my teeth yet. “Eww.”
I run to grab my toothbrush and then head to the bathroom. I add some toothpaste to it and begin going to town. Once I’m done, I head over to the shower, turn on the water and adjust the temperature. As soon as I’m satisfied, I strip out of my clothes and hop in.
The warm water running down my body feels so good that I never want to get out. I begin scrubbing my hair with the rich foamy lather and then let the water rinse it out.
As I begin applying the body wash to my breasts and stomach, Derek barges in.
“Hey!” I yell, trying to cover my private areas. Of course, there is no curtain, only a blurred out see-through glass.
“Hey,” he repeats in a suggestive tone. “Mind if I join you?” He quickly pulls down his pants, and even through the blurry glass, I can make out the large imprint of his cock.
“Oh my God, Derek, get out!” I shout back, closing my eyes. But honestly, I’d love him to join me. Damn, why did he have to be Lauren’s brother? He could have been anyone else. Fuck, I need to get laid.
My cheeks flush red, and I can feel them heating up.
He chuckles, lifting his pants up and replies, “Fine… I’ll leave since that’s what you want. But you look fucking amazing.”
He walks out, and I see the door close behind him. I’m mortified. Completely and utterly mortified.
And yet, he thinks I look amazing?
Ugh! Why does he have to be related to my best friend? And why the hell does he always throw suggestive comments my way, as if screwing around with one another is even an option for us.