By His Play

26. Kieran

26

KIERAN

“ D on’t do that,” Effie warns.

She doesn’t mean it.

The moment those words rolled off my tongue, her entire body relaxed.

“Luck.”

“Kieran,” she counters. “You’re not playing fair.”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“Life would be boring if we always played by the rules, don’t you think?”

She shakes her head as she returns to trying to tug her foot from my grasp.

“I’m mad at you,” she hisses.

“That’s fine. I can deal with your anger,” I tease.

“Kieran, I’m being serious. This…” she says, gesturing to where I’m touching her. “It’s… it’s…”

“The most fun you’ve had in a really long time.”

“Christ,” she gasps, throwing herself back on the couch and squeezing her eyes closed.

I make the most of the opportunity and squirt some cream onto her leg.

She shrieks as the coolness hits her before her eyes return to mine.

“Don’t do this,” she whispers. There is no conviction in her words, and I let them pass me by.

“Don’t think you can control yourself, Luck? Trust me, I won’t be complaining if you strip my hoodie off and get on your knees to beg me.”

The visual alone makes my cock jerk.

Fuck, the thought of her on her hands and knees crawling to me drives me crazy.

I fucking bet she’d do it, too.

Smearing my palm through the cream, I gently rub it into her bright red skin.

I can only imagine how long she’s been out there from the color of it.

Sucking her lip into her mouth, she bites on it as I work my way toward her knee.

“You good?” I ask with amusement as I watch her try to hold it together.

“I hate you,” she seethes.

“Is that why your panties are soaked right now? Because you hate me?”

“Kieran, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”

“Why? Because it makes you want to beg for my dick?”

“Fucking hell,” she complains, throwing one arm over her face to hide.

“You’re cute.”

“You’re not,” she counters.

“No, I’m not. I’m hot as fuck and rocked your entire world last night, and you know it.”

“Modest too.”

“Come on, Ef. We’re grown-ups. We can talk about it without it being awkward.”

She sighs. “Can we?”

“We had sex, Effie. It’s not that crazy.”

Suddenly, she sits upright.

I’m pretty sure her cheeks are burning up with embarrassment, but thanks to her sunburn, I can’t see it.

“Not that crazy. Are you freaking joking? We had sex, Kieran. S-e-x. And not just the normal, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind. Hot, and passionate, and kinky…”

“Go on,” I encourage when she trails off.

“Y-you…”

“I what?” I ask, already predicting where this is going.

“You were rough, and you choked me and?—”

“You loved it?”

Her eyes shutter, and she licks her lips.

Fuck. This conversation has me rock fucking hard.

The second she looks down, she’s going to know as well. My sweats hide nothing.

My hand glides over her knee and up to her thigh, and she begins to tremble.

“It’s okay to admit it. There’s nothing wrong with kinky sex, Ef.”

Her eyes fly open. “I know that. I’ve just never…”

My smile grows wider and wider, but to my disappointment, she doesn’t finish that sentence.

“Had sex that good? Come so hard? Been with such a god?” I offer up.

“Handed control over quite like that,” she confesses quietly.

Her words hit me right in the chest.

“Because you trust me,” I tell her.

“Hmm…for my sins.”

“Oh, baby. There were sins,” I tease as I slide my palm higher, dipping under the hem of my hoodie.

Her breathing becomes labored and her fists curl at her sides.

My girl is desperate for a repeat.

She’s not the only one.

I’m not going to make it easy for her, though. She’s going to have to work for it if she wants my dick again.

She blows out a long, slow breath as I release her leg and reach for the other.

This time, though, I don’t rest her foot on my thigh. Instead, I press it against my aching cock.

“Kieran,” she gasps.

She might be shocked, but that doesn’t stop her from rubbing her foot against me like the needy little whore she was last night.

Fuck. I think I love my best friend even more now that I’ve unlocked this side of her.

“What? I’m not the one moving it.”

Her teeth grind and she tries once again to pull away from me.

Yeah, that’s not fucking happening.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispers, ripping her eyes from mine in favor of staring down at my hand on her calf.

“Firstly, to get you out of your head. And now…because I can’t think about anything but doing it again,” I answer honestly.

Shock has her eyes jumping to mine.

She swallows before her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.

“B-but you don’t want a relationship,” she blurts.

“Whoa, Luck. I never said anything about a relationship. Last night was fun, no?”

“I-I don’t know.”

I smirk. “Yes, you do.”

She rolls her eyes.

“We don’t do this, Kieran. We can’t do this.”

“Says who?”

“Everyone who’s ever fucked things up with their best friend by letting sex get involved.”

“Who do you know who’s done that, then?” I ask, lifting a brow.

“Uh…”

“There are no rules or guaranteed outcome here. It’s up to us,” I say as if it’s that easy.

“This is fucking crazy, Kieran.”

I shrug, pushing my hand higher to massage her thigh.

“Maybe so. But do you know what’s even crazier?’

“This entire conversation?”

“Cute, but no. What’s crazier is the fact that you’re sitting there soaking fucking wet for me, desperate for my dick, and yet you’re arguing and trying to pretend you’re not interested.”

“I-I’m not we—Kieran,” she cries when I suddenly grab her knees and spread her legs wide, exposing the fabric that’s covering her pussy, and more importantly, the more-than-obvious wet patch on them.

Her hand drops to cover herself, but it’s too late.

“Knew it,” I muse, reaching for my hard dick and giving it a gentle squeeze through my sweats, making sure that she sees.

“Oh my god.”

“Gonna try telling me that you don’t want it again?” I ask, cocking my head to the side as I wait for her to lie to me.

“This isn’t about what I want,” she says fiercely. “It’s about not losing you. Kieran, you’re… you’re the most important person in my life. My favorite person. I won’t do anything to lose you. I-I c-can’t lose anyone else.”

“Baby,” I say, releasing her knees in favor of cupping her face. “You’re not going to lose me, that’s not going to happen.” I lean closer, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re my favorite person too, Lucky. I never want to live a life without you in it.”

Her eyes instantly fill with tears.

“We can’t do this, Kieran. It blurs lines.”

“What if we draw some very firm lines?”

She blinks up at me, battling against what she should do and what she really wants.

I get it. I feel the same.

But I’m confident in our ability to be able to have a bit of fun and still remain close friends.

It’s working for us right now, so why can’t it work a few weeks, or a month from now?

“B-but—” she stutters.

“You trust me, don’t you?” She stares up at me with indecision warring in her eyes.

Her head is saying one thing, but her body…that is on a very different page. I’m pretty sure I know which one is going to win out.

Releasing her face, I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her from the couch, switching our position.

She fits so perfectly, straddling my lap.

Reaching for the moisturizer, I squeeze a little more onto my fingertip before rubbing it onto her rosy cheeks.

Her eyes flutter closed, severing our connection.

“Eyes on me,” I demand, and she instantly opens them.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I trust you.”

Her confession makes my chest expand.

I already knew she did, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear the words.

As I rub the cream into her face, her stomach growls.

“Have you eaten anything?” I ask, already knowing she hasn’t.

She looks away, and I drop my hands to her bare thighs.

She flinches at my contact, her pussy grinding against my dick and making my breath catch.

She hasn’t even touched me and I’m already riding a knife’s edge.

“I bought ingredients for sandwiches,” I tell her. “Why don’t you go and make them while I shower.” As much as I might want to push her for a decision and get down and dirty with her again, I’ve run for miles in the blazing sun, and I need to clean up. “And maybe think about what I said.”

Sliding my hands under my hoodie, I skim them over the sides of her panties and grip her hips.

I’m desperate to strip it off her and see if she’s got my marks on her from last night.

She wasn’t wrong earlier; I was rough with her. Rougher than I probably should have been. But she can’t argue with the fact she loved every second of it.

I know she did. So does her body. It’s begging for more.

“Kieran,” she whispers.

“I’ve got to be back in Chicago on Monday,” I confess.“That gives us four days. Four days to forget about the world and enjoy ourselves. Then we can get in our cars and return to our usual lives.”

“And you think you can do that?”

I search her eyes.

“It’s just sex, Effie. No strings. A way for you to let go and burn off some steam.”

“But—”

Reluctantly, I lift her from my lap and place her back on the couch before standing.

Turning to face her, I don’t bother attempting to hide the way my dick tents my sweats.

Her eyes drop instantly, her pupils dilate, and her tongue sneaks out, licking across her bottom lip.

My cock jerks, and I only just manage to catch the groan that rumbles up my throat at the thought of her getting on her knees and?—

“Think about it. No pressure. You don’t want more, just say, and we’ll continue as we were until Monday.”

Without offering up the alternative, I spin around and walk away, dragging my hoodie from my body as I go.

Her heavy sigh fills the air as I walk around the corner and straight into the bathroom.

I don’t close the door. It’s stupid, but if I leave it open, then maybe she’ll see it as some kind of invitation to join me.

Shoving my sweats and boxers to my ankles, I kick them off and step into the shower.

I turn it on without waiting for it to warm up, but the cold water does nothing to lessen the fire that’s burning through my veins.

Reaching out, I press my palms to the tiles and hang my head, letting the water hit the back of my neck and run down my back.

I startle when a loud bang comes from another room, and I can only hope that she’s followed orders and is making lunch.

She really needs to eat something.

As disappointed as I am that she didn’t immediately follow me in here, deep down, I know that she’s doing the right thing.

Last night—and this morning—was so good. I can only imagine how addicted I could become to her with another four days of it.

She’s probably right.

It’s a stupid thing for us to embark on.

It could change everything.

But as I’m trying to convince myself that I can put our time together behind me as if it didn’t happen, movement by the door catches my eye.

I look up just in time to see her pull my hoodie and shirt she’s wearing over her head before pushing her panties down her legs.

My heart jumps into my throat as my eyes drop down the length of her naked body.

My cock jerks and my hands fist as I discover I was right. Her hips are littered with bruises from last night.

She looks fucking spectacular.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask as she closes the space between us and steps into the shower.

Her eyes hold mine for a beat before she whispers, “Four days, yeah?”

I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

“Four days and then we move on like it never happened?”

I nod again.

“Okay. Deal,” she says, sinking to her knees before me.