Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
CHELSEA
I give in to Tony’s kiss as my body quakes with want. I pull my shirt off and when his beard scrapes across the sensitive skin at the top of my breasts, my hips jerk.
“That’s it.” His voice is raspy as he pulls me against him. “Take what you need. I could come in my pants just from watching you.”
“Yes…Tony!” I shout his name as tingles spread through my body.
He takes over, thrusting his hips up until he’s shouting my name.
“Please don’t run away,” he whispers as I lay my head on his shoulder. “Stay with me tonight.”
When I nod in response, he lets out a sigh of relief.
I’m awake, staring at the numbers on Tony’s clock when it flips over to four a.m. and I hit the button before the alarm sounds as my thoughts continue to consume me. I know Tony wants out of the friend zone I’ve kept him in, and I want that, too. He’s just so much younger than me. I’m afraid I’ll be holding him back from his own life. Finding a partner. Starting a family. Those milestones are all behind me.
Nothing about our situation has changed, but my feelings are so much more complicated than they were when we met. Tony has become my rock. He’s the one I lean on when I have a bad day. That’s something I’ve never had before, and I don’t know how I could go back to dealing with everything on my own if we did anything to ruin our friendship.
“The wheels turning in your head are louder than my alarm,” Tony grumbles as he pulls me back against his chest. “Don’t think about this, Chelsea. Just let it happen.”
“And what is happening?” I ask as desire takes over my rational thought.
“Tell me what you want,” Tony says as he flips me onto my back, slotting himself between my thighs.
“I want you inside me.” I roll my hips, rubbing my wetness on him as his eyes widen in surprise. “I’m telling you what I want without stopping to think. I want you inside meeee.” My last word draws out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he drives into me.
He groans as he goes completely still. “I’m inside you, Hellsy . Now, what do you want?”
I wiggle my hips as I adjust to something much bigger than the toy I occasionally play with before rolling my hips again more forcefully. “Fuck me, Tony.”
Tony
I pull out until just my tip is inside the tightest hole I’ve ever felt and drive into her again…and again…and again. I drop my hand between us to rub her clit until she squeezes me so tight, I see stars.
“I’m right there, Chelsea. Tell me where you want it,” I demand as I continue pumping into her. When her brows draw up in confusion, I realize she has no idea what I’m asking her. “Fuck it. I’ll tell you what I want. I want to come inside you and mark your pussy as mine.”
I hold back as long as I can, giving her the chance to say no, but when she moans my name as her walls flutter around me, it’s all the permission I need. I come with a roar before dropping to my elbows and taking her mouth in a claiming kiss.
“Is my pussy sore?” I chuckle when she winces as I ease out of her. “Do I need to kiss it better?”
“Your mouth is filthy,” she says with a laugh.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” I tell her I kiss my way down her body. “I’ll show you how filthy it can be.” I lick her gently, tasting my salty release mixed with her sweet cream and my spent dick twitches.
I lean against the counter, watching Chelsea as she gets all the machines up and running. She’s been quiet since we left my apartment, but I can hear those wheels turning in her head as her walls go back up. I know she feels the same way I do. So, I don’t understand why she’s running again.
“Talk to me, Chelsea,” I say when she slides a Macchiato across the counter.
“I don’t know what to say, Tony.” She sighs. “Last night and this morning were amazing, but it doesn’t change anything. You’re usually still asleep when I start my day and I’m in bed before yours is over. We’d never see each other if we tried to make this work.”
“We see each other plenty.” I hold my hand up to stop her argument. “I know that’s not what you’re talking about. I don’t want to be a burden on your schedule. I just want what we have to keep going. Call us whatever you want. Friends. Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. Whatever. As long as there is an us .”
“You’re my best friend, Tony,” she says earnestly. “But if we keep the ‘benefits’ going, you’ll never find someone to start a life with. I don’t want to hold you back.”
“Hold me back?” I scoff. “Chelsea, you’re more than my best friend. With or without the benefits, I don’t want anyone else.”
“But someday you will ,” she insists. “Someday, this isn’t going to be enough for you. You’re going to want to settle down and start a family. That’s not something I’ll be able to give you.”
“Who says we’re not already starting a family?” I point at her stomach and laugh at her scandalized expression. “You remember how babies are made, right?”
“Was that your plan this morning?” Her hands drop to her hips and I know I’m in trouble. “You thought you would trap me into a relationship by knocking me up?”
“No!” I shout before lowering my voice. “I didn’t really think about it at the time. But we didn’t talk about it. I don’t even know if you’re on birth control.”
“I’m not,” she admits. “I’m sorry, Tony. I didn’t think about it either. I’ll go the pharmacy for a Plan B pill on my way home.”
“Don’t.” When she glares at me, I ask, “Would it really be that bad?”
“Yes…No…I don’t know. Pregnancy at my age is risky. See what you’ve gotten yourself into by wanting an older woman?” She laughs sarcastically. “This is a bad idea. We should leave the benefits out before we ruin our friendship.”
“If that’s what you want.” When she nods, I tell her, “Just let me know when those needs get the best of you again. Because I’m still yours either way.”
I walk out before she can respond.