by Hazel Kelly
I grabbed one with my mouth and the other with my hand, squeezing them both while she slid up and down me, working my dick as she crushed her clit against the base of my shaft.
She moaned as she rode me, grinding herself into a frenzy and forgetting everything but her carnal pleasure.
And I relished seeing this sexy side of her, this uninhibited side I never let myself wonder about. It was pure woman doing what women do best- driving men crazy with primal need.
I reached around and dragged a finger through the silk dripping down my balls. Then I spread my hand over the plump, flexing cheek of her ass and laid a finger at the edge of her rim.
She interrupted her rhythm and looked at me. "What are you doing, Shane?"
"Trust me," I said, keeping my eyes on her as I circled the sensitive, puckered flesh.
Her lips fell open.
"I want every part of you to be mine," I repeated, watching her pick up the pace again as she took comfort in my eyes. "Come for me, Andi," I said, watching her body writhe over me.
A moment later, she started grinding her hips in a circular motion, pressing her clit against me as she sank her fingers into my chest. "You're so deep," she whispered, her head falling to the side so I could see the mascara smudged under her eyes.
She was so fucking hot I feared I'd be hard for days, that the physical pain of wanting her might never subside.
I reached a hand for her breast and worked it in time with her hips, watching her relax into her rhythm and pick up the pace.
"I'm going to come," she mouthed so soft I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't had my eyes on her lips.
A moment later, I slipped my finger in her ass.
She cried out and bucked against me, her body spasming as it squeezed all the places I'd invaded.
And she came harder than I ever imagined, inflicting a force so great on my dick I couldn't stop myself from coming, couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her hips and fucking her orgasm, flooding her center as her pussy milked me so hard my eyes watered.
"Fuck," we panted in unison a few seconds later, smiles spilling across our faces.
She rocked her hips a few more times, as if she were wringing me out, and I felt the mess we'd made drip down my balls, which had never felt so good.
Finally, she laid down and buried her face in my neck. "I can't believe you did that," she whispered.
"Did what?" I asked, laying a hand across her delicate back.
"With your finger," she said, still throbbing around me.
"I can't believe how much you liked it," I said, staring up at the ceiling, thinking I could get used to having her draped over me.
She lifted her head and dragged her fingernails over my scalp. "I did like it," she said, her glassy eyes finding mine. "I’ve never come so hard."
I raised my brows.
"Ever," she said. "That was- wow."
I smiled, trying to memorize the sweet flush of her cheeks. "It was wow for me, too."
"Really?" She pursed her wet lips. "Is that the hardest you’ve ever come?"
"Yeah.” I pushed the hair from her face so I could see her soft features in the dim light. "Except come isn't the right word."
She batted her dark lashes. "What's the right word?"
"Fell," I said. "That's the hardest I ever fell."
Chapter 41: Andi
"Guess who?!" I heard through a thick fog of sleep.
The voice was familiar. So was the knock.
"Shane!" Knockknockknock. "Wake up!"
My body sprang upright before my mind even registered why the voice was so familiar.
Shane was sleeping beside me, looking so handsome and at peace. I felt pretty bad about shaking the shit out of him… but not as bad as I was going to feel if Izzy caught us like this.
"What?" he groaned, his eyes peeling open.
I pointed at the door.
He didn't get it. Instead, he just reached an arm around me and tried to pull my naked body towards his.
It hurt all over to push him away. "It’s Izzy," I mouthed.
"Good morning sleepy head!" she called from outside the door.
He raised his eyebrows and cocked an ear towards the voice.
"Goddamn it, Shane. I don't have all day."
He lifted a hand to my cheek, his eyes smiling as they swept over my face. The moment felt slow and drawn out- too slow for the urgent thinking the situation required- but I didn't hurry him.
Instead, I stared right back, letting myself imagine all the mushy stuff he was probably thinking, all the sweet nothings he might’ve whispered… if he hadn’t thrown the covers over my head and trapped me like a wild bat.
"Shane Jennings!" Izzy called.
"I'm coming, Christ. Hold on."
Izzy groaned outside the door.
My heart was pounding so loudly I thought it might give me away. The rest of my senses were heightened, too. I could smell our sex on the sheets. I could hear Shane slipping on a pair of shorts- his sleepy feet wobbling on the creaky floorboards- a car door slamming outside- the bedroom door opening.
"Hey," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Surprise! So great to see you,” Izzy said, her voice sounding squished as if she'd pulled him into a hug.
"You, too," he said.
"I assume by the sheet crease on your face that you haven't eaten?"
"No."
"You down for Mama's? I thought we could pick Andi up, too-"
I scrunched my face.
"That sounds great," Shane said. "But before we do any of that, I need to ask you a favor."
"Are you going to let me in or what?"
"Maybe later."
I imagined how Izzy's eyes would widen as she figured out what was going on.
"Oh. I see."
"Yeah."
"Can I meet her?" she asked.
I held my breath.
"Maybe later," Shane said again.
"But-"
"Will you walk down to the corner and get some coffees?" he asked. "I just need ten minutes and then I'm all yours."
She sighed. "Are you really that ashamed of me?"
"No. Just your inclination to ambush people."
"I've heard lovely things about you," she shouted into the room.
I smiled. So he had mentioned me?
"And despite whatever Shane’s told you, I'm really not that scary or judgmental!"
I stifled a snort.
"Coffee, Izzy. Please."
She tutted. "This is the worst welcome ever."
"Yeah, well. It was kind of a late night-"
"I figured that out when I saw the state of the downstairs."
"Coffee will fix everything," he said. "And maybe get a few of those almond biscotti things."
"Fine," she said. "But for the record, I'm not impressed."
"I'll make it up to you," he said.
"Ten minutes."
The door closed a second later, and I heard the lock latch back into place.
I stayed where I was and awaited further instruction.
Shane sat on my side of the bed and peeled the blanket down.
I rolled over and faced him.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said. "How did you sleep?"
I smiled. "Great. But I think the parts when I wasn't sleeping were my favorites."
"Me too," he said, dragging his hand down the side of my arm.
My phone started ringing on the nightstand a second later.
"That's probably Izzy," he said.
"Ya think?"
"Did you know she was coming this weekend?"
I shook my head. "She's been saying she was going to come for a while, but I had no idea she’d picked today."
He sighed, his abs rippling as he exhaled. "I was hoping to spend the day with you to be honest."
"I actually have plans this afternoon so-"
His face dropped.
"That's a joke. I was probably just going to lay around naked with you as long as you'd let me.
" I trailed my fingertips from his belly button to the top of his shorts. "And maybe force myself to eat something if we worked up an appetite."
His eyes flashed. "I can assure you that we certainly would have."
"How are we going to tell her?"
"We aren't going to tell her anything."
"But-"
"I'm going to tell her," he said. "When the time is right."
"And until then?"
"Try and pretend you're not that into me."
"Easier said than done."
He laughed. "You managed for fifteen years."
"Oh please. It's not like I've been in love with you since-"
He raised his eyebrows.
I couldn't believe I said the "L" word. Fuck.
"Admit my game was already pretty good at seven."
"Absolutely not," I said. "You're the one who sent me mixed signals for a decade."
"They weren't mixed," he said. "They were misinterpreted."
"Well, even so. I'm glad you finally grew a set and made a move."
"If you think about or mention my set again, Izzy is going to catch us in the act and cover us both in hot coffee."
"If she's even getting coffee. I’d bet anything she's waiting downstairs to catch whoever’s in here leaving the house."
"Of course she is. That's why you're going to use the fire exit."
I furrowed my brow. "The fire exit?"
"It's not as action movie as it sounds. It's just a back staircase."
"Oh."
"It opens up into the parking lot on Second Street so you'll be home free."
"If you're ashamed of-"
"Ashamed? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I just mean if you're rethinking this now that it's about to get real-"
"Andi."
"What?"
"I'm not ashamed of anything,” he said. “Even before all this, you were the thing I was most proud of."
I pursed my lips.
"So don't have any doubts," he said. "Because I don't. Okay?"
I nodded.
"And please forgive me for what I'm about to say."
I cocked my head. "Which is?"
"Put on your clothes and get out."
Chapter 42: Shane
After I saw Andi out, I returned to my room, double checked that she hadn't left any of her personal belongings behind, and cracked a window.
Then I straightened the sheets on my bed and grabbed a fresh white t-shirt from the closet, wondering how I was going to make small talk with my sister when I was still reeling from the night I just had.
Seriously, wow. I knew Andi was special the first time I saw her in her Tiger Lily bikini at my ninth birthday party, but I never could've predicted what a delicious woman she would become.
And I do mean delicious.
One of the first things that crossed my mind that morning was how great it felt to have my face between her thighs, her silk on my tongue.
She was so responsive it was incredible, and I loved how much she enjoyed working my dick.
And I'd been missing out on that for how long?!
I couldn't even stomach the thought. All that wasted time. All those bad dates. All that below average sex with women I felt nothing for.
It was sort of tragic.
And yet, if I hadn't experienced those things, I might not have had the wisdom to realize how good last night was.
Frankly, there was nothing I wanted more than to drop everything and think of new ways to make her come.
And the look in her eyes when I spread her open and massaged her from the inside… It was different than the other girls. Perhaps because I really had her- body and mind- and it was a high unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
But I knew my exhilaration was due to more than just the fact that the sex was out of this world.
Because she wasn't just a good fuck. She was my best friend, and I couldn't help but feel that I suddenly had more to lose than ever before.
It was kind of a sickening feeling.
And yet, it was also like seeing in color for the first time.
"I'm back," Izzy said, knocking on the door again. "Ten minutes later, as per your super diva-like request."
I opened the door. "Did you remember to get my Evian face mist?"
"Yeah," she said, pushing her way in and looking around like an amateur detective who's unable to hide their true passion. "And I removed all the green Skittles from your bath as well."
I raised my eyebrows. "But no coffees, I see?"
"No," she said, craning her neck to look in the corners of the closet.
"There's no one here, Izzy."
"And yet no one left."
"Not through the front door, no."
She turned around, her eyes looking extra wide on account of her Amy Winehouse-inspired eyeliner. "You deliberately deceived me?!"
"No," I said, pulling a yellow Gatorade out of my fridge. "I tried to help you do the right thing."
"Which is…?"
"Respecting my privacy and the privacy of my overnight guest."
She rolled her eyes. "Thank you for tricking me into doing what was absolutely never my intention."
"You’re welcome."
"It smells like sex in here."
"Yeah, well. You should've called." I took a big swig and extended the bottle towards her.
"No thanks," she said. "I'll hold out."
"So," I said, chucking the Gatorade back in the fridge. "To what do I owe this happy surprise?"
She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her thin, legging clad legs. "One of my professors is speaking here tonight before the screening of some docu-drama about the refugee crisis."
"Uh-huh."
"And I get extra credit if I go."
"Cool."
"Plus, I wanted to come see your smug face for myself so I’d know how serious it is with this girl who's made you go all weird."
"I haven't gone all weird."
"Yes you have," she said. "Though I haven't decided whether it's a bad thing yet."
"A bad thing?"
"I mean, don't get me wrong. I understand that eventually we'll both settle down and that we've already started living more separate lives, but I sort of assumed you'd at least wait until I had someone chilling in the wings before you got serious about somebody."
"How insensitive of me."
"I forgive you," she said. "Assuming she's actually special enough to justify you getting so sprung and focused on one girl, especially considering the environment you live in."
"And what environment is that?"
"A carnally obsessed drinking hole."
"Mmm."
"Not that my artist friends are any better," she said. "But we do make a far less atrocious mess."
"We had a party last night."
"More like a collective blackout from the looks of it."
I laughed.
"So should we invite your girlfriend to brunch?"
"She's not my girlfriend."
"As in you haven't made it official? Because you're obviously not seeing anybody else."
How could I explain that girlfriend didn't seem like the right word? That whatever we had was way past being labeled? Or would Andi disagree? Did she need a discussion like that to make her confident about my loyalty? Surely not. If there was anyone who never had to question my loyalty, it was her.
"Well?"
I shrugged. "I guess that's probably a conversation we need to have."
"Yeah, obviously. Women like to know where they stand. So you're welcome. See? I've already helped."
"How will I ever thank you?"