He brushes his nose against mine and licks his lips. “Mostly because you live next door. I know what tends to happen when I’m with a woman. I’m never in it for a relationship, and even when I make that clear, it sometimes gets complicated. And by that, I mean they end up hating me and wanting me dead. I didn’t want that with you, especially when we’d still have to see each other all the time.”
“And you don’t think this will be complicated?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “We both know what we’re doing. But honestly, Becca, if you think it will be too complicated, we don’t have to.”
I don’t know if he does it on purpose, but right as he says we don’t have to, he shifts his hips a little, and I feel his erection grind into me. His cock is rock solid, and he’s sitting in just the right spot.
I gasp and swallow hard. “I think it’ll be okay.”
He smiles. “Yeah, I think so too.”
He lifts up and his hand goes for the waistband of my panties.
“Wait.”
His eyes come to mine and he raises his eyebrows.
“Should we maybe, um, kiss first?” I ask. “It feels kind of weird to bypass kissing completely and go straight to, well…”
Lucas smiles and lowers himself back down. Oh my god, his cock is so hard. Is it hard for me? This is crazy.
“I’d love to kiss you,” he says. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want me to.”
“You’re about to have your mouth… you know. Plain old kissing is nothing compared to that.”
He laughs and his whole body reverberates with it. “I’m about to have my mouth where?”
“Stop.”
“No, I want to hear you say it,” he says. “Then I’ll kiss your mouth.”
“You’re holding my mouth kiss hostage?”
“Absolutely.”
I roll my eyes. “What am I supposed to say?”
His eyes sparkle with mischief. “I want you to say, Lucas, please eat out my pussy.”
I push against his chest. “No!”
He laughs again and thrusts his hips against me. Oh, for the love of everything that feels good…
“Come on, say it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Lucas, please eat out my pussy.”
He makes a low noise in his throat and brings his mouth down onto mine. He’s gentle at first, kissing my upper lip, then my lower. Tentatively, I put my arms around his back. He plants his lips harder against mine and his mouth starts to move. His lips are every bit as warm and soft as I thought they would be.
Holy shit, I’m kissing Lucas.
With my pants off.
His tongue brushes against my lips and I suck in a hard breath. I open for him, and his tongue surges in. It slides against the length of mine, like he’s licking ice cream. Our tongues caress each other, and this is not a plain old kiss. This is a kiss unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He’s not just kissing me with his lips, he’s kissing me with his whole body. His cock grinds into me through our clothes, one hand reaches down and squeezes my ass, and his weight on me makes me want him to do a lot more than kiss me, no matter how good he is at it.
And oh my god, he is so good at it.
He slides his tongue in and out of my mouth, hinting at what’s to come. In no time, I’m kissing him back and rolling my hips against his erection. We both start to move, thrusting, grinding, rubbing against each other. He grabs one of my thighs and pulls it up higher. This is not turning out how we meant it to, but there’s no part of me that cares. Hot fire races through my veins. Every bit of skin that touches Lucas wants more of it. More of him. All of him.
I grab his shirt and pull it up, desperately trying to get him undressed. He reaches over his shoulder, his mouth hardly leaving mine, and yanks the shirt over his head. I run my hands along his chest and shoulders, around to his back. All that hard muscle flexes over me. He kisses me again and grinds his cock against me. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I slide my hands between us and try to unfasten his pants.
“Whoa, darling,” he says, pulling away just enough that I can’t reach his cock. He’s breathing hard and his lips are red and full. “We’re getting a little carried away.”
“That’s fine.”
He looks me in the eyes. “Damn it, Becca, I could fuck you so hard right now.”
My hands are on his arms and I dig my fingers into his biceps. “Okay.”
He stares at me for another moment before moving back and practically ripping my panties off. Without any of his earlier gentleness, he pushes my knees open and buries his face between my legs.
He growls as he clamps his mouth on me and I feel his tongue move up my center. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. My back arches and I let out a squeal, but before I can think about how lame that sounded, my eyes are rolling back in my head.
He explores with his tongue for a moment, running it up one side, then the other. He licks the center again and I cry out when he finds my clit. He teases it, first circling, then flicking it.
“Oh my god, Lucas, are you serious?”
His only response is to lick me harder, pressing against my clit with the flat of his tongue. I grip the sheets and close my eyes. His mouth is hot, his tongue so wet, and the way he’s using it is literally blowing my mind. I can’t even think.
He pushes his tongue inside my pussy and I groan. I usually try to stay quiet, but it’s like I’m losing control of myself. His tongue moves in and out, dragging over my hot bundle of nerves in a steady rhythm. I move with him, rolling my hips against his mouth. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Lucas sucks a little, and varies the pressure. He speeds up, and my body moves of its own accord. The intensity builds and I’m panting, grabbing the sheets, writhing beneath him. He doesn’t let up, the precise movements of his tongue driving me absolutely insane.
“Yes. Oh, god, Lucas. Yes, just like that. Oh my—”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m coming. My core muscles clench and release, sending tingles and sparks through my whole body. My fingers tear at the sheets and I can barely breathe. Lucas lets out a long groan, his tongue still plunging into me as I come.
The climax subsides, and I can’t even open my eyes. Lucas kisses my inner thighs a few times, his hands still gripping my legs.
I open my eyes and lift my head to look at him. He’s staring at me, his face flushed, his chin glistening wet. For a second, I think he’s going to rip his pants off, climb on top of me, and give me his cock.
But he doesn’t. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, gets up, and practically flies out of the room.
15
15: Lucas
I crash through my apartment door and slam it shut behind me. I can barely see straight, but I struggle up the stairs. Bathroom. The bathroom works.
The taste of Becca is all over my face—on my lips, in my mouth, on my tongue. Holy shit, she tasted like motherfucking honey. Better than honey. Her pussy was like this magical fucking fairy tale. I wanted to slam my cock into her so bad. I was half a second away from doing it—especially because I know she would have let me. She said yes before I started eating her out.
So why didn’t I just do it?
I lotion up and lean one hand against the wall while I rub my dick like a fucking maniac with the other. I close my eyes, lick the taste of her off my lips, and I’m coming about two seconds later.
Holy shit.
The orgasm relieves the worst of the tension, but I still have a mild ache in my balls.
Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed her like that. I didn’t mean for it to turn into us dry humping each other on her bed. But once our mouths got going, our bodies followed. We couldn’t help ourselves. As many times as I’ve fantasized about pinning her beneath me like that, the reality was better. Just kissing her was fantastic. She has this almost virginal air to her, but she kisses like a goddamn slut. And I mean that in the absolute best way possible.
> Her hands made a bid to take my pants off, and warning bells went off in my head. I was about to lose myself and just fuck her already, but there was that little voice, telling me not to. When I decided to ask her if I could go down on her, I told myself I could only do it if I drew a hard line in the sand. That’s the only way this would work. It had to be like our other experiments—just friends, having fun, doing something a little crazy. Letting myself go beyond that would mean I’d run the risk of ruining things between us. And I don’t want to do that.
Yeah, I’m going to end up fucking Becca, probably in every way I can. I know this now, and it’s stupid for me to deny it. But when I do, it’s going to be after we’ve discussed it and agreed to it. It can’t be because we start making out and lose control of ourselves.
That’s when things get complicated.
Becca and I don’t need complicated. We’re kind of awesome together, as friends, and I’m pretty sure I can keep a handle on this as we explore a new side to our friendship. I can do this for her. I can help loosen her up and give her experiences she’s never had before. Pretending like that wouldn’t cross into fucking is just dumb. Of course it was always going to. Deep down, I knew that from the start.
I just have to make sure not to let it get weird.
I go to the sink and rinse off. I need to go back over there and talk to her. I left so abruptly, I don’t want her to think something is wrong. And this next interaction we have—this next moment—is going to tell me everything I need to know about whether I just fucked up royally, or opened a new door for us that we’re both going to love walking through.
After cleaning up and putting on a shirt, I go back to her place. I knock a few times, but slide open the door and poke my head through without waiting for her to answer.
“Becca?”
She’s on the couch, dressed, with a pink throw pillow in her lap. Her eyebrows lift and she bites her lower lip.
I come in and I can’t keep the grin off my face. To my vast relief, she smiles back.
She tosses my t-shirt at me. “You left so fast you forgot your shirt.”
I grab it midair. “Thanks. And, sorry about that. I had to go take care of something.”
“That didn’t take you very long.”
I laugh and sit down on the couch. So far, so good. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when I tongue fuck a woman with a magical pussy. Finishing was easy.”
She giggles and moves the pillow up, like she’s going to play shy and hide behind it. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“What I said is what you can’t believe?”
She laughs again. Her face is flushed and her lips full. “Okay, what you did was…”
“It was what?”
I expect her to look away—she doesn’t look me in the eyes when she’s saying something that’s hard for her to get out—but she holds my gaze. “It was amazing.”
That’s a nice boost to my ego. Fuck yeah, it was amazing. “Awesome. So, you’re saying you liked it?”
She laughs again. “I would have thought that was obvious while you were doing it.”
Doesn’t mean I don’t want you to say it. “Well, yeah, you seemed to be enjoying yourself. I just want to make sure.”
“Lucas, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
I’m not bragging when I say she isn’t the first woman to say that to me. But the fact that it’s Becca saying that to me? It feels like I just won a million dollars.
“Look at you, talking about your orgasms,” I say. “See, I told you this would be good for you.”
She laughs and I’m flooded with relief. It isn’t weird. Sure, she’s acting a little demure, but that’s just Becca. We’re hanging out, like normal.
This was such an awesome idea.
“Okay, so tell me this.” I scoot a little closer to her. “Do you want to stop there? Or do you want more?”
She raises her eyebrows again. “More of what we just did?”
“Yeah, that. But, maybe other things too?”
“So, you’re asking me if I want to start doing things with you,” she says. “Sexually.”
I shift a little closer and put my hand on her foot. I feel like I need to be touching her to have this conversation. “I’m going to be totally honest with you right now. I don’t do the girlfriend/boyfriend thing. You know that about me already, but I want to make it clear what we’re talking about here. Being friends with you is awesome. We have fun, and I like hanging out with you. I also loved eating you out, and I’ll do that for you as often as you want. I’d also really like to do other things with you. I have a feeling there’s a whole world of sexual experiences you haven’t had, and I’d love to be the one to give them to you. If you want that, I’m in. If that’s too much for you, though, it’s fine. No hard feelings, and we can just watch Netflix tonight or whatever.”
Becca grins. “Is this what friends with benefits means? Like, we’re friends, and we’re not dating each other. But we have sex on the side?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s what it would be.”
She pauses for a moment, pressing her lips together. “There’s one thing I need if we do this.”
“What’s that?”
“I have a feeling this could be a deal breaker, but hear me out.” She takes a deep breath. “I can’t sleep with you, or even just fool around with you, if you’re sleeping with other women too.”
“Deal,” I say, surprising myself with how fast I answer.
“You didn’t even think about it.”
I smile and squeeze her foot. Come to think of it, I haven’t slept with anyone else since I started hanging out with Becca. That’s weird. “Didn’t have to. That’s totally fair. But if that’s the case, I need the same thing from you.”
“Oh right, like that would even be an issue,” she says.
“Hey, you never know. You might meet some guy you want to fuck more than me.” I throw my head back and fake laugh. “Right, that would never happen.”
She laughs and throws the pillow at me.
“Okay, so our little adventure made me hungry,” I say. “I think I’ll go grab takeout somewhere. Do you want anything?”
She eyes me for a long moment, like this is a big decision she needs to make. “You know what? I’m good. I have some leftovers I’ll heat up. But maybe I’ll catch you later.”
I grin at her. I totally see what she’s doing. She’s showing me she isn’t suddenly attached to me just because I gave her an epic orgasm. This is her way of telling me we’re good.
“All right, darling.” I get up and wink at her. “I’ll see you later.”
I walk out of her apartment, telling myself I’m not bummed that she didn’t want to hang out more. That was totally the right call. Keep things casual.
I also ignore the voice in my head that says what we just agreed to—being friends, hanging out, having sex, and not seeing other people—sounds a lot like we just agreed to be in a relationship. Because it isn’t. There’s a difference here, and we both know it. We acknowledged it, and it’s good.
Becca isn’t my girlfriend. I can’t do that again. I can do anything she wants physically. I’ll destroy her body every night if she wants me to. But beyond that? I can’t go there. I’d have to open myself up to being hurt again, and it just isn’t going to happen.
16
16: Lucas
I knock on Becca’s back door and glance through the glass. I don’t see her inside, but I think she’s home. Her car is out front, at least. We don’t have plans to hang out, but I haven’t seen much of her for the last couple days.
I’m not sure if I want to admit this, but I miss her.
That thought makes me second guess coming over, but she comes downstairs and sees me through the sliding glass door. Her face lights up with a smile and she gives me a little wave.
She slides the door open. “Hey.”
“Hey.” I lift the bag of kettle corn I brough
t with me. I happen to know it’s her favorite movie watching snack. “Busy tonight? I brought snacks.”
“Well, when you bring kettle corn, how can I refuse?” She steps back. “Come on in.”
I close the door behind me and set the bag on the coffee table. She brings a big bowl from the kitchen and I empty the popcorn into it.
“Should we watch a movie?” I ask.
She sits down in the center of the couch. “Sure.”
I lower myself next to her and get a whiff of her perfume. God, she smells good—so light and feminine. She grabs the remote and turns on the TV, but I don’t take my eyes off her.
“What sounds good?” she asks. “Have you seen this one?”
I tear my eyes away from her and glance at the screen. “Whatever you want is fine.”
She puts down the remote and starts to reach for the bowl of popcorn, but pauses, her arm outstretched.
“What?” she asks.
“I don’t know, what?”
“You’re staring at me.”
There’s no point denying it. I am staring at her. Her shorts show off her fabulous legs and I can see bits of her white bra peeking out from beneath her blue tank top. Her hair is up in a messy bun with little tendrils hanging around her neck.
Ever since I went down on her the other day, I’ve been thinking about how she felt. How she tasted. How much I want more.
“Sorry,” I say. “You just look really good.”
She scrunches up her nose. “I’m a mess today.”
I shift so I’m facing her and put my hand on her thigh to see how she reacts. “I guess I like you messy.”
She gasps, but doesn’t pull away. I slide my hand up her leg, feeling her soft skin. Her cheeks flush and she looks up at me through her eyelashes.
“Tell me something,” I say. “Has anyone ever fucked you on this couch?”
“No.”
“Do you want to change that?”
“For real this time?” she asks.
I pull her into my lap so her legs straddle me and slip my hands into her shorts, grabbing her ass. “For real this time. If you want to, that is.”
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