Chapter 10 #3
Pressing his palm against my clit at the same time that he moves his fingers inside of me, Lukas takes me from nothing to everything so quickly, I can’t breathe.
As he works his magic on my pussy, my own fingers clamp down on his forearm, holding him in place.
Because if he stops, I just might keel over.
The second orgasm comes so fast, it crashes over me before I know it’s approaching. “Fuck!” I pant, gasping as the air returns to my lungs.
Even in high school when I had enough privacy to touch myself, it never felt like this. Like the orgasm is literally being ripped from my body, painful and sharp and oh, so delicious.
“What was my time?” asks Lukas, sliding his hand out of my pants and leaving a trail of my own juices along my stomach. “That was definitely faster than Elliot.”
I lay there panting for breath, held in Lukas’s arms, and their voices all blur together as they argue about whether or not Lukas should have time automatically added because I was already sensitive from the orgasm that Elliot gave me.
I could probably fall asleep right here if they were just a little bit quieter.
“At least we’ve made a good start on the list,” says Elliot, beginning to gather the remains of our movie snacks to take back to the kitchen.
I should get up to help, but my limbs feel like rubber and if I stand up right now, I’m just going to fall right back over. Besides, I’m warm and cozy wrapped up in Lukas’s arms right now.
My brain feels like it wants to form a question about sleeping arrangements, but my mouth isn’t cooperating.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Lukas says, “You can sleep in my bed.” He kisses my cheek. “I’ll sleep down here on the sofa.”
“Not fair to you.” There should be more words there, but I can’t figure out what they are right now. I’m about eighty percent of the way to asleep.
“If you want, you can sleep in my bed next to me,” says Felix, stroking his fingers along my arm. “We could add sleeping next to someone to your list and cross that off tonight too.”
“Okay.” Sharing a bed actually sounds nice. Warm. Cozy.
“Wait, why do you get to sleep next to her?’’ asks Sebastian. “As of right now, our tallies are equal, and we’re both behind Elliot and Lukas.”
“Fine, cubes?” asks Felix, reaching for one of the cubes on the side table and mixing it up. He tosses it to Sebastian as Sebastian tosses a mixed-up cube to him, and their fingers begin to fly.
“I win,” says Felix smugly, setting the solved cube on the coffee table with a loud snick.
“At least it was fair,” Sebastian grumbles, setting down his own cube.
“Nothing is fair if I’m the only one taking care of these dishes,” calls Elliot from the kitchen, where I can hear the sounds of plates being rinsed and put into the dishwasher.
“We’ll help,” says Sebastian, taking up the nacho pan and carrying it out of the room.
“I’ll show Rebecca upstairs and then come back down to help.” Felix helps me up and then stands himself.
I should say something, offer to help clean or say I can find my own way upstairs, but I’m not sure my limbs could manage anything at the moment. And I have no idea where Felix’s bedroom is. I can’t pick the wrong one. Not after he and Sebastian competed to see who gets to sleep next to me.
I dimly wonder if we really will only be sleeping, or if Felix is planning to cross something else off my list tonight.
I’m not sure I can manage anything else in that department.
“Come this way, Rebecca.” Felix wraps his arm around my waist and guides me into the front hall.
I should call out goodnight to the others, but I’m so sleepy, and my voice doesn’t want to work. At least Felix is tall and solid beside me so I can lean against him as he grabs my bag and helps me up the stairs.
“This is my room,” says Felix, turning on the light and setting my bag at the foot of the bed. Crossing the hall and turning on another light, he adds, “Here is the bathroom, if you want to get ready for sleep. I’ll leave a towel on the counter for you.”
I manage to find my voice and croak out a thank you.
“See you in the morning.” I can hear Felix’s steps bounce down the stairs again.
I’d turn to call good night as well, but my focus is centered completely on the double bed in front of me. The bed I’m about to share with him for the entire night.
I tear my gaze away and dig through my bag for my toothbrush before heading to the bathroom. As I brush my teeth I can’t help glancing at the mirror, at the reflection of the big bed across the hall.
I take off my glasses and begin to wash my face.
When I glance up after drying my face with the towel Felix set out for me, Sebastian’s face fills the mirror next to my own.
He silently puts toothpaste on his own brush and then stands beside me to brush his teeth as I finish drying my face and slide my glasses back onto my nose.
All this without a word between us as if we’ve done this a hundred times before.
As if we’ve always completed these little domestic tasks together.
As soon as I’m done, I scurry across the hall to Felix’s room to find him already in bed. Where did he come from? He wasn’t in the bathroom with me and Sebastian, so I wonder if he used another one or if he just crawled into bed without brushing his teeth or anything. I hope not.
“There are T-shirts in the drawer,” says Felix, pointing out a dresser in the corner. “If you need something different to sleep in.”
“I brought my pajamas.” I pull my sleep clothes out of my bag as evidence. I should have brought them into the bathroom with me to change, but I wasn’t thinking.
“Oh.” Felix folds his glasses and sets them on the nightstand. “I forgot about your bag.”
I hesitate, debating if I should go back across the hall to change.
But Sebastian is in there now with the door closed, so I’d have to wait and I really would like to just go to sleep already.
Besides, Felix has already taken off his glasses, so he probably won’t see much.
And he’ll see everything at some point. May as well rip off the Band-Aid.
I take a deep breath and turn my back to Felix to change as quickly as possible.
I’m not brave or confident enough to simply strip in front of him.
It may happen by the time I get to the bottom of the list, but not yet.
I’m glad the T-shirt I grabbed to sleep in is long enough to cover my butt when I shimmy my jeans down and pull on my sleep shorts.
All he really got to see was the back of my bra when I changed shirts, and my legs.
I unclip my bra and tug it off through my sleeve, wadding it up and shoving it and my glasses into my bag before flipping off the light and skirting around the bed to slip into the empty side.
I try to make myself small, to stay on my side as much as possible, but I am very aware of Felix’s body next to mine on the mattress.
“Would you mind if we did one more thing tonight?” asks Felix in the darkness, rolling to face me. “It’s not on your list, but I’d really like to do it.”
Excitement and apprehension war within me. On the one hand, I wouldn’t mind another orgasm, now that the haze from the first two has worn off, but I also now have the clarity to be nervous again.
“What is it?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Can we snuggle?” Felix’s own voice is so soft and low, I can barely hear it.
That’s it? Nothing sexy, just snuggling? It sounds nice, but it also sounds like something a couple would do, and I don’t want to muddy things up in that department.
I must take too long to answer, because he says, “We just gave you two orgasms, and I don’t think I’m wrong to suspect it was the first time someone else has done that for you.
It feels kind of shitty to just roll over and go to sleep after that.
I want you to feel cared for.” I open my mouth to protest that we’re not dating, it’s not his job to make me feel that way, but he seems to anticipate this because he says, “I’m not trying to act boyfriend-y, or anything.
You’ve made it clear you don’t want that, and I will respect it.
But I think you deserve to be held, and I’d like to hold you. ”
That’s … actually really sweet. And even though he says he’d like to do this, I know that if I say no, he’ll accept that. Which makes me not want to say no. “Okay.”
I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Come here,” and pulls me across the gap between us, turning me so my back is against his chest, until I’m ensconced in his arms. “Good night.”
“Good night,” I reply, relaxing into him. I didn’t think I would like this. So much touching, and it seemed like not nearly enough space to sleep, but before I know it, the dark and quiet soothe me into sleep.