by Penny Wylder
We all laugh, and I feel a lot better about being here, living in this lie for the moment. A lie that's far too comfortable. I know that tomorrow this will all be gone because lies can only breathe if they have life.
We're snuffing out this lie the second we leave. But for now, for now this is our reality.
The night couldn't be going more perfectly. Lyllian is chatting it up with Mrs. Gadory. They're talking about books they love, and the movies that go with them. The second Lyllian mentions her favorite love story of all time is Casting Shadows, Eileen lights up.
“That's my favorite too. It was my first book.”
“You wrote that?”
Eileen smiles and nods. “I did, under a different pen name. It didn't do as well as I had hoped, so I scrapped that name and just decided to write under my real name. It was the best decision I've ever made, but that story still owns a piece of my heart.”
The wine is going down nicely, a little too nicely. I'm feeling it, and so is Lyl. I can tell she's tipsy by her rosy cheeks and the cute little snort she makes when she laughs. She only does that when she's had a few drinks, and it makes me smile every time.
Lyllian glances over at me and places her hand on top of mine. Our fingers intertwine, and I pull her hand into my lap. It feels so good to hold her hand like this. A small piece of me wishes it could be like this all the time.
We already share everything else; I just need that little bit to make her mine. I know I can't. I know she'll never give it to me. Lyllian has walls, walls I can see but don't understand. I'm outside those walls.
So, I'm going to take what she never gives. I can't miss the opportunity to have her for right now. I lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek. She blushes, her cheeks turning deep red as she softly bites her bottom lip and looks over at me. Her fingers tighten around mine, making my stomach twist up like corded rope.
This isn't real, Doug. Remember that. It's all a show.
By the time we finish dinner, I'm fairly certain that we nailed it and the project is ours. Eileen happily hugs Lyllian goodbye. Turning to me, she grins, and says, “We'll be in touch with our decision soon.”
Her husband shakes my hand, glancing over at his wife and whispering to me, “She's not usually this happy after a business meeting.” He gives me a stern nod, as if to say, Nice job.
We part ways on the street and I hail a cab. I hold the door and let Lyl climb in first. Her round, plump ass holds my attention as she slides into the back seat. She's sitting in the middle seat, pressing her arm right against my side as I sit down.
On the way here, she sat directly behind the driver, but not now. Now she's snuggled up close. The second I close the door, her head falls to my shoulder.
I lay my hand across the backseat, and she reaches up to grab it, pulling it around her neck. “I had fun tonight,” she says as she braids her fingers in mine. Her thumb swirls over the knuckle of my thumb, and she presses herself even closer.
“Me too. It turned out to be better than I expected. You did great. Thank you for this.”
“No thank you needed. I'd do anything for you, Doug. You should know that by now.”
Every nerve in my body ignites as her words hit me in the chest. “Me too, Lyl. I'd do anything for you.”
“I had a really good time, and I think you guys nailed it.” She twists and looks up at me, her eyes sparkling as the glow of streetlights flickers through the rear windshield.
I don't answer her, I can't. I'm just staring at her. She's so damn beautiful. Lyllian licks her lips, making them glisten. She gently pulls her bottom lip in with the edges of her teeth as her eyes drift between mine.
Kiss her, the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear.
I lean in but hesitate. The angel hasn't come, but I'm waiting for that voice of reason. The voice that screams at me to not cross this line. The rational voice that reminds me we're friends. The voice that stops me from doing something I might regret.
But before that voice comes, Lyllian closes the distance and kisses me herself. Her lips are softer than I expect, and she tastes like sweet white wine. Her mouth opens slightly, giving me permission to kiss her deeper, harder, and just like I always imagined.
I slip my tongue inside her mouth, swirling it around hers. She lets out a delicate moan as her tongue circles mine. My cock thickens as she inhales a shallow breath, her lips turning hungry for more.
“We’re here,” the taxi driver says as he slows to a stop in front of our building.
We break our kiss. Lyllian softly touches her lips as she stares at me. I cough and clear my throat as I hand the guy some money. Opening the door, I hold out my hand and help her out.
The way she's looking at me is ripping me open inside. Her eyes are sultry and dark. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly. Her cheeks are flushed, and the way she's slowly touching her neck is igniting every cell in my body.
My heart is hammering in my chest, making my blood pump with fire. Heat spreads from my head to my toes, causing my muscles to tighten and pulse. I rip the door open on our building, and guide her in.
She hasn't taken her eyes off me. She's peering up at me, her gaze shifting all around my face. They move from my eyes to my lips, then back again. She bites her lip, pulling it into her mouth.
“Want some help up the stairs?” I ask.
“Please, these shoes are not friendly.”
In one quick swoop, I grab her around the waist and toss her over my shoulder. Lyllian lets out a little squeal and giggle as I carry her up the flights of stairs. I set her down on her feet and hold her waist to make sure she has her balance.
Her hands grip my shoulders. My hands stay on her hips. We stare at each other in silence. I'm losing control. I can feel it. I'm coming undone as her nails dip into my shoulders and she licks her lips.
In one quick motion, we both crush our lips together. Her hands rake through my hair, and my arms wrap around her waist. Our tongues dance and lick, swirling around each other with bursts of power.
I fumble the key from my pocket and unlock the door. Pushing it open, we stumble inside the apartment, and I kick it closed with my foot.
She rips the jacket off my body, her fingers eagerly tearing the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes widen as my bare chest is exposed. Using the pads of her fingers, she glides her hands up and down my chest. They move down my abs, then back up to my shoulders.
Her touch is euphoric, drawing endless desire from deep inside my body. Desire I've spent years locking up and pushing away. She's unleashing the animal that's been building, and once she does, there's no going back.
I slowly unbuckle my belt, plucking the button open with a single tug. Her eyes fall to my waist and the engorged cock hidden inside. There's a perfect outline of my dick, the tip swollen, and pressing angrily against the zipper.
I slip my arms free from my shirt, letting it drop to the floor. With a little shake of my hips, my pants fall down my legs, and I step out of them. Palming my cock in my briefs, I just watch how her eyes drink me up like a glass of whiskey.
My clothes line the floor behind me like black raindrops as I walk her backwards to the couch. Lyllian takes each step carefully, her gaze frozen on my cock. This is forbidden territory. This goes against her rules. And I don't think there's any way to stop us now.
She starts to pull her heels off, but I say, “No, leave them on. They're fucking sexy as hell on you.”
A smirk itches at the corner of her lip. “You got it,” she says.
“Turn around,” I demand. She does so without question.
I unzip the back of her dress. With painful slowness, I kiss across the top of her shoulder as I peel the strap of her dress away. I move my lips across the nape of her neck and flutter kisses down her other shoulder.
Her breathing is heavy as she looks back at me from corner of her eyes. Her arms are straight at her sides. The hair on her arms stands as goosebumps ripple down her skin with every kiss.
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bsp; The dress pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but her heels and her panties. The muscles of her back dip and curve as she arches, pushing her ass out slightly. I stroke my fingers down her ribs, making her shiver and moan.
This is my muse. The woman of my dreams. The girl who's always been right out of my reach. Close but untouchable. Inches away, but miles in the distance.
She lays her head back against my chest, looking up at me as she curls her arm around my neck and plays with the ends of my hair.
That's it. It's all over for me. Any and all reasonable and rational thoughts are gone. I don't care that she's my best friend.
I don't care that we set up rules and were supposed to follow them.
I just don't care.
Because this is a dream come true.
“Doug,” she says, her voice light as air. “I need to ask you something first. . .”
The world stops.
What could she possibly need to know?
5
Lyllian
“Okay,” he says, his voice timid. “Ask away.”
“Will you fuck me like tomorrow might not come?”
He growls against my ear as his fingers rake through my hair, taking a fistful. “I'll fuck you until you forget tomorrow exists”
His hands. . . I can't stop my body from reacting to his hands.
He tugs at my roots, sending a surge of tingles down my spine. The tips of his fingers massage my scalp, making my eyes snap shut as I moan. It feels so good. He's never touched me this way before. And I like it. I like his roughness with his tenderness. I like the way it feels like he's taking me, but also as if he's leaving just enough of me to enjoy all he has to offer.
His hands move over my shoulders, down my arms, and softly caressing my sides. His lips place kisses across my neck, moving from one side to the other. They're warm, wet, and the tip of his tongue tickles my skin.
There are no words flowing through my head right now. I'm a blank canvas, allowing this man to paint me, create me, and carve me however he sees fit. I'm malleable in his hands. I bend when his thumbs push against the small of my back. I roll when his fingers slip over my belly. My head dips and sways as his hand comes up and grasps my face under my chin.
Doug moves my head one way and kisses my throat. He moves my head the other way, licking my neck and then suckling on my earlobe. The tips of his fingers dig into my chin, moving my head.
He releases my face, gliding his fingers through my hair. They curl in deep, tangling in my hair, and snapping my head back. I gasp, my mouth falling open as I fully surrender myself to this man.
His lips find mine, kissing me with force. His tongue spears inside my mouth, licking and twirling. I wrap my arm around his neck and pull his face closer. I want to taste as much of him as I can.
I want to drink him in and enjoy this loss of control. With unbridled passion, I kiss him back. I give in to everything I feel and want, and just live in this moment. A moment where time has no end. A moment where the earth is no longer beneath my feet, and I'm floating through the cosmos.
Doug rips his lips away, resting his cheek against mine. His breathing is heavy and hot. I can feel his breath on my skin as he curls his arm around my waist and bends me over the arm of the couch.
He presses his hand into the center of my back between my shoulder blades, and kicks my legs open wide. With one hand, he yanks my panties down my legs. I step out of them, and he tosses them aside. I moan loudly as he rubs two fingers down my ass and over my pussy until he hits my clit.
The pads of his fingers push down hard, and he draws circles over the swollen bud. His fingers slip easily between the wet and silky skin. My arousal smears all over my lips, and my pussy pulses to be filled.
“Fuck, you're so wet, Lyl.” Doug's fingers massage up and down, spreading my lips open as he slips a single finger inside my entrance.
My knees almost buckle, but Doug's arm under my stomach is there to catch me. He lifts me slightly, fingering me. Pushing his finger in and out, my juice begins to soak my inner thighs.
One finger quickly turns to two as he thrusts inside as deep as he can go. I suck in a gulp of air and hold onto it. My legs are trembling, and my entire body is shaking. Doug drags the sharp edges of his teeth across my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.
I can't take this. I want more. More than just fingers inside me.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out. “Just fuck me.” The words tumble thoughtlessly out of my mouth. I'm running on need, on hunger, on a desire that's taken full control of me.
Doug pulls his fingers free and rubs his cock between my ass cheeks. “Tell me again to fuck you, Lyl. I like the way it sounds.”
“Fuck me, Doug. Fuck me before I lose my mind.” I arch my back and lean further over the couch. My ass pops up higher, and Doug groans as the tip of his dick touches my pussy.
I love the sound he's making. The throaty grunt sounds like he's ready to devour me whole. His fingers tighten around my hips as he pushes his tip inside. Slow and steady, he takes his time.
My pussy clenches around him as he shifts his hips forward and his length fills me completely. Doug stills, his cock pulsing inside me as my walls are stretched to their limit. I bite my bottom lip as he pulls back out to the thick ridge of his crown, then thrusts back in with vigor.
The thin hair on my arms stands up, and goosebumps rush in waves across my skin as his cock goes so deep I can feel him in my lower belly. I dig the sharp spikes of my heels into the carpet to keep me steady.
He growls softly as his hand moves down my thigh, then back up and over the mounds of my ass. Thrust after thrust he fucks me. He fucks me until my legs are numb and the skin on my elbows turn raw from rubbing against the couch.
The orgasm explodes like a super nova, showering my body with hot sparks. My muscles stiffen as the feeling zips through my body, running from head to toe. Doug's cock throbs in my heat as he throws himself in one last time, and his cock shoots hot cum.
It flows from his pulsing dick, filling me to the point I can feel it spilling out. The beads of sweat at the base of my neck break free, slipping down the curve of my neck and dropping to the couch.
I can't move. I'm intoxicated, but not from alcohol. I'm drunk on him. I don't even want to move. I just want to stay here like this in a forever bliss.
He falls onto my back, resting his head on my shoulder. We're both breathing heavy, our skin sweaty and flushed. Doug pulls his cock free, and I finally get the strength to crawl onto the couch. He lays down beside me and grabs the throw blanket off the back of the couch to cover us.
I can't even think straight right now. My brain is a pile of mush, and my eyes are sleepy. We snuggle together. He curls his arm around my stomach and pulls me in against his chest. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I'm afraid to close them.
Falling asleep means tomorrow has to come, and we can no longer live in right now. It means all this ends.
With one final blink, the lights go out.
My eyes are blurry as I open them. The sun is casting long dancing arms in the living room, flooding the room with bright light. There's something heavy around my chest. I rub my eyes and when I open them again, I realize it's Doug.
Shit. Did we really. . . I lift the blanket and see that we're both naked. Damn it. We did.
Memories of last night flood my mind with erotic images. His lips, his hands, his cock deep in my pussy. Something catches my attention from the corner of my eyes. I look down and see his morning wood standing up like a proud statue.
Maybe we can pretend last night didn't end and we never went to sleep?
Round two? I think to myself as his cock bounces slightly in the air, pushing firmly against the thin blanket. I could climb on him right now and take him for myself. The temptation grows, making my nipples hard and my pussy wet.
No. You already messed up once, you can't do it again.
We're friends, and that's how it needs to stay.
“Good morning,” he says. “Like what you see?” he asks with a sleepy smile.
“Morning,” I sit up and steal most of the blanket to cover myself with. Wrapping it around my chest, I yawn. “Do you remember what happened last night?”
“I do. Do you?”
“I do.”
We sit in awkward silence for a long second. He looks off into the room and stretches his arms over his head.
“And?” I ask.
“And what? Last night was last night, today's a new day.” He keeps his eyes on mine.
“That's it?”
“That's it. Why make it more than it was? Want some breakfast?” He avoids the elephant in the room about what happened, and the lines we crossed together.
I can't bring myself to dive any deeper into it. I already feel awkward that we allowed ourselves to ignore the rules. It's both our faults for going too far. It's not anymore his fault than it is mine. It takes two to tango as my mother likes to say. So, I accept his dismissal.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
He stands up casually, his morning wood still standing at attention. He doesn't even try to cover himself up at all.
“Um, you uh. . .” I stutter out as I block my eyes. “You're uh, hanging out there.”
“What? It's not like you haven't seen it now.” Looking around, he walks to the edge of the couch, picks up his boxers, and slips them back on. “Eggs and toast sound good?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say as I swaddle my body in the blanket and stand. “Maybe some blueberries too?”
“Looks like someone worked up an appetite last night,” he says as he strolls into the kitchen.
“Is this what I can expect now?”
“What am I doing? I'm just making breakfast.” The cupboards creek and crack as he opens them.
“No, these little comments. Either we forget it happened or we need to talk about it.”
He sets a pan on the stove, moving around the kitchen and getting everything else he needs. I can tell he doesn't want to talk about it, but we're both adults, we should be able to have a conversation, square it away, and move on.