By His Play

21. Effie

21

EFFIE

O h my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

My eyes are so wide I don’t know how they don’t pop right out of my head as I watch my best friend’s head descend toward my pussy.

Surely, he’s not.

He won’t.

He—

My breath catches as he drags his tongue up my sensitive skin.

His eyes never leave mine as sensations I haven’t felt for the longest time flood through my system.

It’s so good. So intense that I forget anything else exists.

“Yes,” I cry, my arms giving out as he focuses on my clit.

I fall back onto my elbows; my eyes still locked on him.

I’m dreaming. I have to be.

This can’t really be happening.

Kieran, my best friend in the entire world who’s never looked at me like he wants me, is going down on me. And despite the fact he’s only just started, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be the best head of my life.

He licks and sucks at my clit. It makes my head spin. But it gets even worse when he bares his teeth and nips me.

Finally, I fall back, unable to hold myself up any longer.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises before diving back in.

That’s it. I’m gone. So fucking gone.

His palms spread my thighs even wider, and he indulges like a man who hasn’t feasted for a month.

“Kieran, oh my god,” I pant as my back arches from the cool countertop of the kitchen island.

I’m in the middle of the room; the blinds are open, and I’m exposed for anyone to see.

It should be enough to make me run and hide. Any other time it would, but right now, I don’t care.

Let the fucking world see.

Needing more, I reach for my breasts.

“Christ,” Kieran grunts between my thighs, watching as I squeeze my aching breasts and pinch my hard nipples.

The added sensation makes me whimper.

“So fucking hot,” he muses. “And you taste like the sweetest sin.”

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, Kieran.”

He chuckles, although hell knows what’s funny.

He’s stopped and left me high and?—

“Holy—”

My words are cut off as he pushes a finger inside me.

My muscles ripple around his digit, reminding me just how long it’s been since I felt this.

I’ve got myself off, sure. But nothing compares to this.

No one has ever compared to this.

My hips lift from the counter in a silent plea for more.

Thankfully, it works. Not a second later, his lips return to me and his finger slides deeper.

He has me panting and writhing on the counter, building me higher and higher toward one hell of a release.

With my eyes squeezed closed and my body flying high, I let go of my breasts and reach for him.

My fingers twist in his hair, dragging him closer, silently telling him that I need more.

He groans as I pull his locks, and it only spurs him on.

“Kieran, Kieran,” I moan as he adds another finger, curling them to find my G-spot. “Yes. Oh god.”

“Come for me, Luck,” he demands against my pussy.

My legs tremble and sweat covers my body.

I’m right there.

I just need…

“K-Kieran,” I cry when he does something that pushes me over the edge.

Pleasure rushes through my body, exploding from my core and spreading out to every nerve ending.

Lights flash behind my eyes as I convulse on the counter.

I’m no longer in control of my body.

He is.

And that is perfectly okay with me.

His tongue laps at me and his fingers continue working until I come down from my high.

My chest is heaving, my breathing erratic.

And it only gets worse when he stands upright and looks at me.

His mouth and chin are glistening with my arousal, and he’s got the widest, smuggest grin I think I’ve ever seen playing on his lips.

But it’s not his reaction that hits me hardest. It’s the reality of what he just did.

“Kie—”

“No,” he states, his smile dropping as he steps between my legs. “Don’t do that. We’re not done yet.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting my weak, trembling body from the counter, carrying me effortlessly through the house.

I cling to him like a monkey, the heat of his bare chest singeing my skin.

His hands are on my ass, holding me tightly against him. So tight that it’s impossible to ignore how hard he is.

Heat rushes to my core.

I did that.

“W-what do you mean, we’re not done?” I ask, gazing up at him as if he’s God.

After what he just did, he might as well be.

“We’re not done until I say so,” he states, making my pussy flutter.

“A-and when will that be?” I whisper.

I could have predicted that Kieran would be assertive and dominant in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean I’m not shocked hearing it in person.

“When you can’t take any more.”

My chin drops, but his intense stare stops me from responding.

Instead, I cling tighter as he steps up to my bed and gently lowers me down.

I stare up at him in disbelief.

“Kieran?” I whisper, waiting for this dream to come to an end.

But it doesn’t.

Instead, he pushes his hand into his pants pocket and pulls his wallet out.

My mouth runs dry as I watch him flip it open and pull out a number of condoms.

I gasp as they drop on the bed beside me.

Holy shit. He really does mean business.

I look back at him just in time to see his hands drop to his waistband.

Oh my god.

I might be lying here naked after coming all over his face, but the thought of him stripping down suddenly has me nervous.

Once I see him…all of him...there will be no turning back.

Time seems to slow as he rips his fly open and tucks his thumbs under the fabric.

“Kieran?”

I don’t realize I said his name until his eyes meet mine.

A smile kicks up the corner of his mouth, and I instantly relax.

My heart pounds steadily in my chest, but as curious as I am about what he’s hiding, my eyes don’t drop as his pants do.

Is this really happening?

“Yes,” he rasps as his knees hit the mattress and he crawls between my legs.

Wrapping his hands around my ankles, he places my feet flat on the sheets and spreads my legs wide.

“You’re beautiful,” he says quietly.

A laugh erupts from me without permission.

“What?” he asks, his brow furrowing.

“Have you seen yourself?”

“I don’t hold a candle to you,” he murmurs before placing a hand on either side of my head and ducking down to kiss me.

The moment we connect, all of my anxiety and unease falls away.

Why does this feel so right?

My hands slide up his arms until I can anchor myself around his neck.

His body folds over mine, his dick brushing against me.

I gasp as my muscles contract, desperate to have something to grip.

Our kiss goes on forever, and the emotion behind it brings tears to my eyes.

Thank God I keep them closed.

If he were to see them, it might bring this to an end.

Tomorrow, I might well regret this. But right now, I am all in.

“Kieran, please,” I beg when he finally drags his lips from mine in favor of kissing across my jaw and down my neck.

My hips lift as I search for the friction I need.

“Jesus, Luck.” He groans. “Tell me what you need.”

My eyes open and I find him staring back at me with dark, hungry eyes.

I blink a couple of times, trying to get my head on straight.

It’s really freaking hard when his erect dick is brushing up against me.

“You. Inside me.”

His eyes blaze even hotter.

“Which part of me? My fingers again? My tongue?”

Yes, yes. I’ll take both , I want to cry.

I’ll take anything at this point.

“Your dick. Please. Inside me.”

Blindly, he slides his hand across the bed, searching for the condoms he abandoned a while ago.

The instant he finds one, he lifts the packet to his mouth and rips it open.

He sits up between my legs, and finally, I let my eyes drop to take him in.

My core clenches with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Something tells me that this is going to hurt. In the best kind of way.

I watch in awe as he rolls the condom down his shaft. Once he’s done, he holds himself and drags the tip of his cock through my folds.

My body sings, and it only gets better when he nudges against my entrance.

“More,” I beg, not giving a single shit about the fact I sound like a needy whore.

If you’d have asked me yesterday if I missed sex, I’d have said no.

But right now, I’m wondering how I’ve gone without it for so long.

He smirks, his hair falling forward as he stares down at me.

Fuck. I don’t think he’s ever looked hotter.

And right now, he’s all mine. In every single way.

Suddenly, he thrusts forward, dragging me from my head and forcing me back to the here and now.

My entire body tenses at the invasion.

Yep, it’s been a very long time since I’ve done this.

Kieran’s hot hand slides against my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

“Look at me, Luck,” he demands.

Unable to deny him, my eyelids flutter open.

“Relax. It’s just me.”

I’m not sure if that’s the best or worst thing he could have said.

Kieran Callahan—my best friend—is currently pushing his dick inside me.

My heart rate increases even more as I stare back at him.

“Baby,” he breathes, leaning closer and kissing me.

As his tongue slides against mine, I relax, allowing him to push deeper.

He groans in delight. It’s deep and filthy, and everything I needed to hear.

Lifting my feet from the bed, I wrap my legs around his hips, pushing him deeper.

“You feel incredible. So wet for me. So tight,” he mutters into our kiss.

“Slow,” I demand, feeling like I’m being ripped in two by his size.

“I’ve got you, Luck. I’d never hurt you.”

Slipping his hand under my ass, he lifts my hips slightly, changing the angle, and I cry.

“That’s it. Let me in farther and it’ll get better.”

There’s no cockiness to his words, but a promise that I have little choice but to believe.

Deepening our kiss, he takes his time opening me up for him.

“Oh my god, Kieran,” I gasp, ripping my lips from his and sucking in deep lungfuls of air.

My nails drag down his back until I grip his ass, trying to keep him closer, deeper. Just more.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, sliding his hand down my body until his fingers find my clit.

“Yes,” I breathe, my second release surging forward.

“I want you to come all over my dick. Show me how good it feels inside you.”

Christ.

“You look so hot when you come, Luck. Come for me.”

He grinds his hips as he circles his finger over my clit and I fall.

“Eyes,” he demands as they fall closed.

Forcing them open, I hold his gaze as fireworks explode inside me.

His jaw pops as if he’s holding himself back. As much as I wish he wouldn’t, I’m also delighted that this isn’t over yet.

If this is going to be a one-time thing—which I can only assume it is—then I want to make the most of it.

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll fuck me into a good night’s sleep.