by S. K. Lessly
“So you don’t care about me? Damn, that’s kind of fucked up considering that I have feelings for you.”
“You do?” I asked because what else was I supposed to say to that?
Shane didn’t respond for at least a half a minute before shrugging, giving me his very best no-big-deal” attitude.
“Yes, of course I do. I love you.”
This cannot be happening to me.
“You what?!” I heard my voice squeak again, as my body sat up rigid as shit. My eyes had to be the size of the damn moon. My heart was in my fucking throat.
Holy shit. Did you hear what he just said? I can’t breathe at fucking all. My eyes darted everywhere around us instead of at the man standing before me. I had fantasized about this moment, about him saying those three little words to me, since the day I met him. Now, that he had actually said the words to me, I was in full panic mode. I started to work the muscles in my jaw, trying my best to wet my dry mouth somehow, so I could speak.
Shane’s voice suddenly broke through the haze that was forming over me. “I would think since you and I have known each other as long as we have, you would feel the same way about me.”
My eyes focused on his finally just as his words and their meaning began to kick in. I blinked once then again. You’re such a damn idiot, King. Leave it up to my silly ass to think he was actually confessing his love for me. Really? I started to laugh at my own stupidity, but the act caused Shane to tense up a little. I felt the grip he still had on my upper thighs get tight.
Say something quick.
I grinned and tilted my head playfully to the side. “Yes, you’re right. I do. I mean, of course I do. You know platonically… feelings; yeah absolutely. And you and I are friends, right? Good friends, so, um… yeah, to answer your question, yes, I uh feel the same way as you do.” I smiled at him and tried to portray the calm and nonchalant attitude that I did not have at all.
I placed my hands on the trunk and leaned back slightly; my palms faced down on the warm steel, doing my best to complete this bored demeanor.
“Okay,” Shane said, his brow furrowed, puzzled. “So then, I’m at a loss here. Why are you making this out to be such a big deal? Why are we even talking about this? Look, Misty, I’m a big boy. I know what I’m getting into with you. I know you don’t want a relationship. Now, I don’t agree with you saying that you’re not marriage material, but that’s beside the point. Why on God’s green earth would I fall for someone that doesn’t want the same things that I do? It would be foolish on my part and I’m nobody’s fool.” Shane trapped my face lightly between his hands and tilted my head up when I dropped my eyes to my lap.
I looked into his dark features and I saw my future fading as each second ticked by. I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. This was my doing after all. It was what I wanted. So why do I feel like my heart is breaking?
“Stop thinking too much into this,” Shane continued. “Let’s just enjoy each other in the here and now and stop thinking about shit that probably won’t happen.”
“And you believe we can do this without catching feelings?” I asked him, my voice softer than I wanted it to be.
He sighed. “From what you just said, that’s not something that you would allow yourself to do, right? And as far as I’m concerned, if I feel like I’m becoming attached, I’ll walk away.”
I frowned and gave him a side eye. “Just like that?”
A small smile bloomed on his face. “If one day you decide that you don’t want to continue with us having a more defined friendship or if I want more from you, I can walk away. I can handle us just being friends.”
“Really?”
His smile broadened and he placed his hands back along my thighs, but further up this time.
“Okay, I’ll do my best to respect your wishes to just be friends. But what I won’t tolerate is you fucking other people, Misty. If we are going to do this, then it’ll be just you and me. I’m a stingy asshole. I don’t like to share period. I will be the only one stroking your pussy, using my tongue, fingers, and dick to bring you every pleasure you seek. My name will be the only one falling from these talented lips of yours when that pleasure I speak of becomes so overwhelming you can’t help but give in to your desires.” Shane then leaned closer to me, his hands resuming their assault on my heated body, moving further and further up my thighs. “And as far as what I’m offering, without hesitation, you can have my body, my hands, and my dick any fucking time you want them. They’re yours.”
Goodness! This man is going to destroy me.
“It’s you and me, friends with benefits,” he said to me just as his thumb lightly grazed my bare, glistening lips.
I gasped lightly, no longer able to hide what he was doing to me. His thumb continued to softly tickle the outside of my pussy, not penetrating my folds, but just rubbing and caressing me.
“You with me?” he asked as the other hand slid around my hips to cup my bare ass.
I nodded, unsure if my mouth would even work. “Uh-huh,” I said in a whisper and instantly felt pressure against my swollen mound. “Yes,” I breathed out. “I’m with you. Friends with benefits, yes… yes.” My head fell back as I felt his finger enter my core. “Oh, God, yes!”
“And we won’t ever let our friendship suffer, right?”
Shane pushed another finger inside of me and started moving slowly in and out of me. I could feel my whole body start to come alive.
“Right?” he asked again, his voice harder.
I nodded. I breathed out as I punctuated each word, “Yes, never… friendship… suffer.”
I tried to lay back, but he released my ass and pulled me back up, gripping the back of my head as he did so. “No, I need you close to me.” He said gruffly, leaning close to my ear before licking the contours of it.
I shuttered, my body getting bombarded with insurmountable pleasure. His fingers kept moving, methodically, in and out, in and out; his lips kissing, biting my neck, whispering things he wanted to do to me, telling me how good I felt against my neck.
“How dare you mention giving my pussy away to someone else as if I wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you.”
“What—” I tried to speak, doing my best to concentrate on getting the muscles in my cheeks to work, but the muscles that were currently being worked over right now had taken precedence. And I was fully aware that we were outside in front of his building. And even though we were somewhat hidden in the shadows of a large tree, once someone got close enough they would know what we were doing without a doubt. I should’ve stopped him and ended this assault on my senses, but I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to move because he felt so damn good.
Shane, seeming not to care that we were outside, didn’t let up. I felt him curl his fingers and a jolt of intense pleasure shot from my pussy to my pebbled nipples.
“This pussy is mine, Grace. Tell me you understand?”
I rested my forehead against his chest, trying to back up from him and close my legs. The sensation he was creating was beginning to be too much. Unfortunately for me, or fortunately depending how you looked at it, Shane knew exactly what I was doing.
“Apri le gambe,” he growled at me. “Do it now or I’ll pull my fingers from this greedy pussy and you’ll be soaked and aching for the rest of the fucking night.”
My mouth fell open in shock and I quickly did what I was told. I spread my legs for him. It seemed after I did that, he fell deeper inside me; his thumb finding its own toy to play with. Good god! His name softly rang from the pits of my being. I felt so much emotion come over me that I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from confessing my soul to him. Yes, I was that close. I was that out of it.
Suddenly, Shane stopped moving. I sat up and met his once blue, but from the lust raining over him now green eyes. A protest, or shall I say an entire barrage of cuss words, was at the tip of my tongue when I realized there were footsteps coming from behind him.
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We remained still and quiet as the footsteps grew closer. I was still sitting close to him, but my legs weren’t wrapped around his waist so we just looked like a couple talking. Shane removed his fingers slowly and pushed my dress down a little as he kept his eyes on me. He then did one of the most erotic things I had yet to see him do. He sucked my juices from his two fingers calmly and moaned as if the taste of something sweet like whipped cream had just hit his taste buds.
Holy shit!
Voices were close by now, and I could see out of the corner of my eyes three women walking up the sidewalk toward Shane’s apartment building. I didn’t bother turning to see if they were looking at us. I didn’t care. I was still reeling from the near orgasmic euphoria I’d almost fallen into.
Shane’s eyes never left mine, a battle of control seemingly raging within him. Even when the women walked past us, he kept those blazing eyes on me. Once the coast was clear, I hoped Shane would continue where he’d left off, but he didn’t. Instead, he gripped me by the back of my neck with one hand and crashed his lips against mine.
I had missed kissing him. I had missed his taste and the way it felt to be in his arms. It was crazy how he made me feel as if I was meant to be in his arms forever. The burning need I had earlier was starting its surge throughout my body. I moaned softly against his lips and things quickly got interesting. Shane immediately positioned one of his hands onto the trunk of the car for leverage while keeping the other tight against the back of my head. He pulled me closer to him, leaned me back slightly, until he felt me flushed up against hardness. I tried to resist the urge to rock my hips, but I couldn’t hold back. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted to return the favor and drive him out of his mind. I was delirious with want, obsessed with the feel of this man. And the way he kissed me, goodness, I felt it all over my body, especially between my legs.
My pussy started pulsing again, calling to be teased as only Shane knew how to do. No matter all of the bluster I had done earlier, there was no way I was letting anyone but Shane get close to me again. My legs wrapped around his waist and I grinded my hips against him, harder this time and without thinking I inadvertently whispered his name against his lips, my voice saturated with just as much desire as my pussy.
He pulled away from me, but stayed close; resting his forehead against mine.
“Come upstairs, Grace; right now,” he said breathing deeply.
My control had dissipated a long time ago. My brain and hidden lower lips were screaming yes. I just couldn’t formulate sounds after that devastating kiss he had just laid on me.
“Grace, baby, come upstairs.” He started raining featherlike kisses along my jaw line and my neck, his hands gripping the hell out of my thigh. “Come upstairs, baby. I need to taste more of you. I need to be inside you.”
My head fell back, giving myself over to him as he sucked and licked my neck. The pounding between my legs grew more demanding, its greedy hunger for this man becoming completely overwhelming.
Fuck it.
“Will you wake me?” I asked.
It was all I could say before Shane gripped my waist and helped me off of the car. He went around to the driver’s side of the car, opened the door, grabbed my purse, and closed and locked the doors. He then grabbed my hand and walked quickly to the front of his building. He keyed in his code for the front lobby door and we gained entrance to the lobby. The lobby was expansive with a guard desk in the middle of the room and the elevator banks to the left.
We moved to the elevators and after that everything was a blur. I couldn’t recap how we got to his apartment even if someone paid me. I couldn’t recall the floor we were on. His apartment number still a mystery. The second the elevator doors closed we were on each other. What I could tell you was the second his apartment door closed and the sound of the locks settling into its grooves filled the emptiness of his apartment, I went on attack.
I pushed Shane forcefully up against his door, reached up and attacked his lips. At the same time, my fingers frantically went for the buttons of his white shirt. I needed to touch him. I couldn’t get to him the way I wanted to outside, but now that we were behind closed door, I was desperate.
I moved from his lips to his neck, kissing him, lightly biting him while still trying to get his damn shirt off. These stupid buttons were keeping me from my prize. I growled in frustration, finally, having lost all self-control. My hands gripped the two sides of his shirt and I snatched the two halves apart, causing the buttons to fly everywhere. I didn’t care that I had ruined his shirt. I wanted to get to him and it was in my way.
I pushed his ruined shirt down off his broad shoulders and pulled his wife beater out of his slacks so my greedy hands could run along his chest and back. Shane gripped the T-shirt and pulled it off, and my voyage along his body continued; my fingers raking along the deep ridges of his abs, rubbing his sides and caressing his muscled back, letting him feel just how out of control I was becoming.
I went for his slacks, undid the buckle and button. As they fell, my hand reached inside his briefs and I wrapped my eager fingers around his beautiful, thick shaft. I squeezed him, moving my hand slowly up and down, collecting his pre-cum as my hand circled the head of his dick. As I stroked him, my tongue found one of his raised nipples. I glided over them both, sucking them, teasing them. I gave them each a lot of attention, not playing favorites just as he’d done to me many times. I wanted him to lose his mind. I wanted him to feel exactly how he made me feel every single time he touched me or kissed me.
“Fuck, Grace, baby, that feels sooo good,” he managed to tell me through gritted teeth. He was doing his best to stay in control, but I knew I was getting to him. My eyes met his and I could see just how out of control he was becoming. It was all over him as his body shivered slightly.
Shane’s head fell back against the door, one palm flat against the wall next to him, the other gripping my ponytail.
“Shit, baby,” he hissed, his breath choppy and irregular. Seeing his reaction to my touch made my greedy ass want more.
I noticed the condom in the hand against the wall. I reached for it. “Let me put it on,” I told him, my voice but a mere whisper rushing past my swollen lips.
I kicked off my shoes, got down on my knees, pulling his briefs with me until his spectacular dick sprang free.
I had planned to put the condom on so he could immediately carry me into the living room or bedroom and fuck me stupid. But when I saw this impressive hard on in my face I couldn’t resist it. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and licked him from his balls to the head of his dick. The sudden buckle of his knees and the breathy gasp that escaped his mouth, sent a jolt through my own body.
“Fuck, Grace! Fuuuckkk!” he groaned sluggishly. I looked up to see his eyes were looking right at me.
Yeah, Cooper, it’s payback time.
I ran my tongue along his entire length before I slowly slid my lips along his girth, gradually making as much of his dick disappear into my mouth as I could. He was long and thick, but I managed to work up a nice rhythm; licking a side of his shaft before sliding him into my mouth then repeating it, all the while pumping my hands along his length as I moved.
Shane’s grip grew tighter in my hair, and I thought he was going to pull off my ponytail. I couldn’t think about that now. I kept going, the desire to please him becoming far more important. I wanted to hear him call my name. I wanted him to never forget me if things ended with us tomorrow and I wanted to desperately ruin him for anyone else.
“Grace, Grace…” he chanted my name over and over then lapsed into Italian again.
Shane was part Italian, but he didn’t speak the language very often. The only time I’d heard Shane speak Italian was the first day we met. His mother spoke it all the time, especially when the men in her life, her husband and sons, pissed her off. But I never heard Josh, Malcolm or Shane respond to her in kind.
I looked up at him and God, he was the sexies
t man I had ever laid eyes on. He kept speaking to me as if Italian was my first and only language and not one of many. He told me how good I was making him feel and how he couldn’t wait to taste me. My chest started to swell with his words. Goodness, hearing him was such a turn on. I wanted him more.
Yeah, if that is even possible.
I started to move faster, bringing the tip of his dick to the back of my throat, making him lose his mind.
“Grace, baby, if you keep that up I’m going to cum. I want be inside you when I…I want… Shit…”
I cupped and played with his balls in one hand, while the other kept moving, twisting as my fingers met my lips. I wasn’t letting up for shit.
“Fuck, Grace…”
Suddenly I heard a deep feral growl escape his throat. Rough hands, thereafter, clasped me underneath my arms, pulling me up off my feet. Not wanting to hurt him I let him go and let him pull me up.
I frowned about to protest his abruptness when he shut me up with a desperate kiss that sent me spiraling into erotic ecstasy. Shane reached around, cupped my ass and lifted me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He turned and shoved me against the door, not violently, but aggressive enough to let me know who was in fucking charge. I gasped lightly at the force of the collision, but that was immediately forgotten when I felt the head of Shane’s dick against my folds right before he rammed his dick inside me.
I cried out. I couldn’t help it. The sheer shock of the force he used to enter me had me shook, as well as the fact that he had just entered me raw. I knew I had him going over the edge, but I didn’t know just how much until now. I told him that I didn’t have the condom on, tried to get him to stop, but he didn’t stop nor did he seem to care. I should’ve been alarmed, but I was covered on both fronts and I knew he was too, but still, I didn’t think he knew that or did he?