Something For The Pain

by Victoria Ashley

  “Wow.” Tripp smiles so sweetly when we reach the top that I know she has to be thinking about all the memories we’ve made here. “I’ve almost forgotten just how beautiful it is up here at night.”

  Walking over to our spot, I lay down and pull her down beside me. “I haven’t,” I say with certainty. “I don’t think I could ever forget.” When I look over at her, she’s smiling up at the sky. She’s so painfully beautiful that it hurts. “Come here.” I pull her onto my chest and wrap my arms around her head. “I don’t know why I let us go as long as we have without coming here.”

  “Same here.” She places her hand over my chest and buries her face into my neck like old times. The action is all too familiar, but the feeling of it is totally different than it’s ever been before.

  “Tripp . . .” I tangle my hands in her soft hair as she fights to look up at me. “You’re fucking beautiful. So damn beautiful.”

  She gets ready to speak, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. My heart skips a beat and a need so overwhelming takes over as soon as her lips melt into mine and that’s when I know for sure that I’m falling.

  “Alex,” she whispers as soon as our lips finally part. “We said we–.”

  “I know.” I flip her over and lay myself between her legs. “Let’s forget about that right now.” I run my thumb under her eye and capture her gaze, holding it. “Okay?”

  She nods her head. “Okay,” she breathes.

  Within seconds both of us are naked and a tangled mess, as we find each other’s mouth’s again. I slide my hand under her neck and gently guide myself between her legs. I slowly push into her, moaning as her sweet tightness hugs me completely.

  We both hold each other, as if we can’t breathe without the other as I slowly pump in and out of her, wanting to feel every inch of her body that I can.

  Every move between us is filled with a passion that I’ve only dreamt of ever having with a woman; with this woman, but I thought it was impossible. I’m absolutely desperate to be inside her right now and I don’t care if she fucking knows.

  Her body moves with mine, her nails digging into my back as I slowly grind my hips, being sure to hit every spot of pleasure I can find. Hearing her moan and feeling her grip on me tighten pushes me over the edge, making me want to pleasure her even more. Tripp deserves the most intense pleasure that is even possible.

  Being inside her this way feels too good emotionally and physically, and I can’t help but to feel selfish and only want it to be me from now on. The thought of Lucas coming back in six days has me pushing myself so deep that I cause her to cry out in pain. “Shit . . .” I place my forehead to hers for a second so I can collect myself. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” she whispers. “Please don’t stop.”

  Bringing her legs over my shoulders, I slightly lift her hips and rock into her, biting the side of her calf as I bury myself inside and stop. “I love being inside you, babe. Fuck, you feel so good.”

  Both of our bodies are covered in sweat. We’re both breathless and completely lost in each other as I continue to pump deep and slow for what feels like hours, but I don’t care because I can’t get enough of her right now.

  Wanting to be even closer to her, I sit on my knees and bring her body up to straddle my lap. Our bodies are plastered together, not even an inch of breathing room as I kiss her flesh all over and bury myself inside her, pretending that she’s completely mine and I’m completely hers. In this moment . . . we are.

  I feel her nails dig into my skin and her breathing picks up next to my ear. “I want to come with you, Alex. I’m so damn close. I don’t know if I can hold back anymore.”

  Holding her as tightly as possible, I press my lips to hers and sway my hips, pulling her body so I can get as deep as I can without hurting her again. I feel myself close to orgasm, so I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, moaning as she clenches around my cock.

  A few slow seconds later, I rock into her one last time, releasing my load inside her, being sure that she gets every last drop. Fuck . . . what that does to me, knowing that Lucas has never been inside her like this. Her pussy is filled with only my cum, and that does something to me that I don’t understand.

  “Shit . . . Alex,” she says breathless. “I’ve never felt this good in my entire life. I have no idea how you do it, but you seem to know all the right things to take care of me.”

  She lifts off of me and falls down next to me, lying flat on her back while fighting to catch her breath.

  Feeling completely lost in some other world, I clean her off with my shirt and lay next to her, pulling her close to me. “I know you better than anyone else. Never forget that . . .”

  She doesn’t say anything more, so neither do I. Instead, we both just lay here in silence, staring up at the night sky. Nothing else really needs to be said . . . tonight.

  This moment is perfect and I’m going to keep it that way for as long as I can.

  Until the morning comes and I have to go back to pretending . . .

  IT’S BEEN A COUPLE DAYS since our night on the rooftop, but I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. I’m dying to be close to Alex and spend time with him, but between his endless appointments and Dax asking me to take on extra hours at the bar, we haven’t had much time together.

  Well, besides sleeping. He’s fallen asleep in my bed every night, but hasn’t made a move to touch me sexually and it’s been driving me insane, leaving me with a need that I’ve never experienced before.

  Lucas will be back in four days; four short days and I can’t help but to want as much alone time with Alex as I can get. I may be selfish, but I can’t seem to care right now. Alex is all that I’ve been able to think about.

  He should be home from work any minute now. At least I’m hoping, so that we can hang out and finally do something besides sleep together.

  I jump when Alex pokes his head into my room and slaps the doorframe, surprising me. “Change into some shorts and an old shirt. We’re going riding tonight. It’s going to get dirty.” He lifts his eyebrows. “Very dirty.”

  “Oh yeah . . . what’s your version of very dirty?”

  He bites his bottom lip and growls, as he looks me up and down. “Dirty enough for me to give you a shower later. Now get dressed. Fast.”

  My heart skips a beat when he yanks his shirt off while disappearing down the hall toward his room. He’s going back to my dirty Alex and I’ll admit that I love this side of him.

  It’s been a few years since he’s taken me mud riding and I miss it. I could definitely use the rush right now, not to mention . . . getting dirty with Alex is every girl’s dream.

  I do what Alex said and quickly change into some shorts and an old shirt, before walking through the bathroom and opening Alex’s door. “I’m ready, stud. You have a lot of riding to make up. I want it fast and dirty. No holding back.”

  Alex grins while pulling up his old pair of holy jeans. Fuck me. I haven’t seen those in a while. They were always his riding jeans and he looks sexy as sin in them. “Easy, firecracker.” He winks and throws on an old black V-neck. “I never hold back. Fast and dirty is what I’m known for.”

  Oh fuck me . . . that mouth. I want it all over me.

  I pull the hair tie off my wrist and throw my hair into a messy bun, ready to get dirty. “All windows down?”

  He laughs and kisses me on the side of the head, before guiding me through his room. “You know it . . .”

  It takes about twenty minutes to get to our special riding spot. It’s muddy as hell and full of bumps and hills, making it the perfect spot. The thrill is one of the best feelings in the world, and doing it with Alex has always made it that much better.

  He turns to me and flashes his sexy as sin dimples. “Hold on tight, baby. I haven’t taken this old truck out in a long time. I’m ready to play hard . . .”

  My heart starts beating fast from adrenaline as Alex punches the gas and we start flying through the mud, slippin
g and sliding with no other cares in the world; just like when we were young, stupid, and trying to find a way to escape.

  “Whoa!” I scream while gripping onto anything I can grab. Mud splashes through the windows, sticking to my face. Alex looks over at me, muddy, my mouth gaping open and laughs at me, then turns the wheel and slams on the gas and brake at the same time.

  “Hell yeah!” Reaching over, Alex pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around my waist. “Ride it, baby.”

  Smiling, I grip the wheel and push Alex’s legs out of the way, ready to tear through this mud and dirty us both. Alex has always loved being in charge when it comes to riding, but I have a feeling it turns him on to see a girl driving his truck. I’m not saying no to that.

  I slam on the gas, gliding through the mud between trees, feeling Alex getting hard beneath me.

  Focus Tripp. Do not think about his . . . Ooh . . . his boner. I feel Alex grind his hips beneath me, pulling me even further into his muscular lap as he releases a small growl next to my ear. I would definitely rather do that kind of riding over this kind any day.

  Alex’s hands stay wrapped around me for the next forty minutes or so as I do everything in my power to get him as muddy as possible. Unfortunately, getting him muddy meant me eating mud a few times, but it was so worth it.

  Dirty Alex is the best Alex. Did I already mention that?

  “Damn girl.” Alex lifts me up, setting me back over into the passenger seat once coming to a stop and shifting the truck into park. “I’ve never seen you ride so hard.” He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites it, before grinning. “Tastes like mud. Fucking delicious.”

  We both laugh, me a little harder than him, but I can’t help it. The faces he makes can keep me entertained for hours. His animated eyebrows say it all.

  “You like the taste of mud, huh? Does it taste good?” I tease. Wiping mud off the side of my face I fling it at Alex’s face.

  He lifts a brow as it splatters across his lips. “You want to find out?” Reaching over, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep, hard kiss, being sure to smear the mud across my lips.

  “Hey!” I run my arm across my mouth, wiping the mud off while playfully punching him in the arm as he laughs at me. “Alright, that just made it worse. Gross.” I spit, trying to get the mud out of my mouth.

  Grinning, Alex pulls his shirt off and turns it inside out. “Here . . .” He reaches over and starts cleaning my mouth off. “Let me help you with that.”

  My heart starts racing and a warm sensation floods through me as I study his eyes, carefully watching my lips with concentration. His eyes are so soft and caring as he cleans me off. He appears to be using this moment to show me how he can take care of me. “Thanks,” I whisper when he pulls away.

  “I got you, baby. No worries.” He leans over me and reaches into the glove compartment, pulling out a brown paper bag. “I made dinner this time. Let’s go eat.” He hops out of the truck and I follow his lead, meeting him at the back of his truck.

  Pulling the tailgate down, he opens the black trunk in the back of his truck and pulls out a blanket, spreading it out. Then he grabs me by the hips and lifts me up, setting me on the edge of the tailgate. “Mmm . . . a nice little dinner in the mud.” I look down at my muddy hands and laugh. “Maybe we should’ve brought some water.”

  Alex hops up beside me and reaches into the trunk again, pulling out three waters. “Gotcha covered. Hold your hands out.”

  I smile and hold my hands out as Alex unscrews the cap of the bottled water and begins washing my hands off with it. “Very nice,” I say impressed. “Much better than last time.”

  He quickly rinses his hands off and shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say? I learn from my mistakes.” He smiles over at me. “And I listen. I always listen to you. I’ll admit that I like to impress you.”

  “Okay,” I say, while unwrapping my turkey wrap. “Well you definitely do a good job with that, Alex Carter.”

  We both smile in satisfaction and spend the next twenty minutes eating. For thirty minutes or so following dinner, we lie down, just staring up at the stars.

  It’s so peaceful being out here with him. It’s just another one of our places that I’ve always loved going to together. This man holds so many special memories in my life that he almost feels like my whole life. I can never imagine him not being here for me.

  “You ready?” He asks, pulling me away from my stargazing.

  I peel some dried mud off the side of his face and lift a brow. “Yeah . . . although this mud is really looking good on you.”

  He jumps to the ground and grabs my hips to help me down. “I’ll look even better with you cleaning it off my body.” Clearing his throat, he walks away as if what he just said was a mistake. “We should get going.”

  We’re both silent on the ride home, me looking over at him every few minutes, doing my best to read his face. He’s got that damn poker face in place again, and it’s driving me mad. Maybe it’s best if I just go straight to my room and lock myself in for the night, before we both end up doing something stupid again. Maybe this being friends without benefits isn’t going to work so easily.

  Once we get back to the house, Alex heads toward the downstairs shower. “Go get cleaned up and then I’ll play for you. I’m going to shower down here.”

  I swallow. “Yeah . . . I would love that.” My eyes trail down the back of his fit body, stopping on his perfect ass in those dirty, ripped up jeans. “I’ll just shower upstairs.”

  Jogging up the stairs, I shut my door behind me and let out a long, hard breath. My body is going crazy with need, knowing that he’s about to strip. I want to be the one to clean the mud off his sexy body. I want to be the one to watch as the water pours down him. I want to touch his body so badly that I can’t even think straight.

  The shower downstairs turns on, making me open my eyes and remember what I should be doing. “Dammit, Tripp. Wake the fuck up and get over Alex.”

  Stripping and throwing my dirty clothes into a pile beside my bed, I close myself into the bathroom and start my own shower.

  Stepping inside, I close my eyes, letting the steaming hot water run down my dirty body. It feels so good just letting the hot temperature wash over me.

  Not expecting it, I jump and let out a small scream when I feel Alex step in behind me and brush my hair over my shoulder.

  “Sorry,” he whispers next to my ear. “I got you dirty . . . I want to be the one to clean you off.” He runs his tongue up the side of my neck and growls. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”

  Breathing heavily, I lean into Alex’s chest as he reaches around to clean the front of my body. Instead of using my loofah he puts the soap straight into his strong, sexy, tattooed hands and begins rubbing me down, starting on my chest.

  I suck in a breath and try my best not to shake when his hands slowly move downward to start working on my breasts. “Alex . . .” I let out a moan and place my hand behind me, gripping his muscular thigh. “Ooohhh . . . that feels so good.” My grip on his thigh tightens as he growls into my ear and moves his hands lower.

  His hands move slowly and torturously, until I finally feel two of his fingers spread me apart and start massaging my already swollen clit.

  “You’re so fucking dirty, Tripp,” he whispers breathlessly into my ear. “I’m not stopping until you’re clean . . .”

  I can’t talk. Hell . . . I can’t even breathe. His fingers are so damn talented. I’ve never seen anyone work them the way he does. My whole body is about to break down and go into convulsion.

  “Aren’t you going to clean me, firecracker?” He continues to rub my clit with one finger, while slipping another inside of me. “You got me so fucking dirty.”

  I let out a gasp as I feel him press his thick, hard dick against my ass while shoving his finger in so damn deep that I almost come undone from his fingers.

  “Yes,” I say in a whisper.

  “
Touch me.” With his free hand he reaches for my hand and wraps it around his throbbing dick. “Fuck me. . . . Wrap those fingers around me and own me.” I start running my hand up and down his slick dick, my heart beating so fast that I can hardly breathe. His erection is so thick that I can’t even get my hand around him. “Yes,” he growls.

  The faster he pumps into me, the faster I stroke him in my hand.

  When he wraps one arm around my neck and bites into my shoulder I lose it.

  “Oh yes . . . yes . . . oooohhh . . . fuck!” As soon as Alex feels me clamping around his finger, he shoves another one inside and holds me up, while I shake in his protective arms.

  “Yes, baby. Come undone for me,” he whispers against my neck. “Keep going. I want it all.”

  He waits until I’m completely done, before slowly pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth. “So fucking good, but I’m not done cleaning you yet.”

  Pushing my back down, he drops down to his knees behind me, grips my thighs hard . . . and runs the tip of his tongue down my ass crack, stopping on my pussy.

  My whole body shakes, which causes Alex to growl against my pussy. “Fuck me . . . fuck . . .” he says harshly. “Hold onto the fucking wall. Don’t let go.”

  His tongue is like magic against my already throbbing pussy. Within seconds I am coming again, but with Alex’s tongue inside me instead.

  “Shit . . .” Turning me around, Alex grabs both of my hands and wraps them around his dick. “Yes . . . fuck!”

  With just a few strokes, Alex’s hot cum hits my stomach, covering me all the way up to my breasts. The feel of Alex coating me with his orgasm, that I caused, has me closing my eyes and fighting for breath.

  This is the hottest thing in the world to me. I want to feel him everywhere, even though I can’t admit it aloud. Alex Carter: my best friend and the world’s champion in giving orgasms. I think I might just faint right now.

  Breathing heavily, Alex places his forehead to mine and wraps his hands into the back of my hair. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I couldn’t help myself. Not tonight.”