15. Keep Your Friends Close #2
“Oh, you’re already doing a very good job.” She chuckles as I guide her under the showerhead.
My fingers dip between her thighs. “Let’s see if I really am.” I whisper, keeping my touch light and gentle.
Bex widens her stance just slightly to give me better access.
“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re soaked.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s what you do to me, Connor.”
Just hearing my name on her lips makes me want to pick her up and slam home into her tight, wet heat, but I rein myself in.
I want to savor every second of this. “It’s only fair I do. This is what you do to me.” I guide her hand toward the base of my cock to show her how hard I am for her.
“You’re so big. But you’re also so gentle; I love that.”
There’s praise in her voice, and it makes me feel better. “I had to learn to be gentle,” I admit. “It hasn’t always worked to my advantage in bed.”
“Oh?” she tilts her head, curious, and she strokes me slowly from base to tip.
Talking about my ex is the last thing I want to do, but Bex deserves an explanation. “Fiona said I was too big. Toward the end of our relationship, she refused to have sex unless I was on top and made sure to keep most of it out.”
Bex’s eyes widened with curiosity. “What did you do?”
“I loved her.” I say honestly. “I did what she asked.”
The next question is predictable. “Didn’t that make sex stressful and difficult?”
I could never lie to her. “It did. And it hadn’t always been that way; it had become a problem in the last couple of months of our relationship. Deep down I knew there was something wrong, but I guess I was too scared to ask her outright what the problem was.”
“It’s not my place to judge your ex,” Bex says softly. “But it’s her loss and based on the way she was talking about you and hockey players at last week’s game, I think she’s starting to realize that letting you go was a big mistake.”
A part of me doesn’t want to know, but I ask anyway. “What did she say?”
“She called all hockey players overgrown boys with a rockstar complex, who think that they’re God’s gift to women.
Whenever she talks about her new man, she tries to make him sound so important and smart, but her tone is flat, but it’s obvious that she’s unhappy.
What I think is that she knows she fucked up, and she’s trying to make it look like she’s happy and not to admit it. ”
I consider Bex’s words.
I’d be lying if I said that I don’t feel a little vindicated if Fiona wishes she hadn’t broken things off with me. But the truth is that her feelings no longer matter to me.
“I see.” It’s all I say.
Bex’s reaction to my words is unexpected. “Connor, can I ask you a question?” Her hands come up to rest on my chest.
My cock is screaming for the loss of her touch, but I ignore what my little head wants and concentrate on the woman in my arms.
“Always.”
Her eyes drift away from mine, focusing on the tiled wall behind me. “If Fiona wanted you back, would you give her a second chance?”
Her tone is troubled, and I realize that she’s worried that I’m not over my ex.
I have no one else to blame but myself. I’ve been so wrapped up in my heartbreak that I’ve been holding back not only with Bex, but I haven’t let anyone else get close to me in general.
Keene and Jamie are the only exceptions.
“No, Fiona and I are done for good.”
She nods. “Because she cheated.”
It isn’t a question, and there would be no need to explain how I feel. But I’m done holding back when it comes to Bex, and I want her to understand that when I said that I was all in, I really meant it.
“Yes, that’s just one of the reasons, though. I had known for a while that our relationship was on the rocks, months before I caught her cheating.”
“Because of the sex issues you were telling me about?”
I get Bex’s washcloth and pour a little body wash on it, running it down her shoulders and arms. “No, to be honest, I don’t think we were ever that good together.
” It’s the first time I admitted it out loud.
“When we first started dating, I was so infatuated with her that I refused to see that we had nothing in common. She didn’t really like me for me, Bex.
She just wanted someone popular on her arm.
Someone to parade in front of her Zeta sisters. ”
Bex nods. “She’s doing the same thing with her new boyfriend. But Candace and the other Zetas aren’t big fans of him. They make no secret of that.”
“I’m not surprised. Candace and I go way back. We had a few classes together freshman year, and we’ve always been good friends.”
I see the doubt in her eyes without her having to ask the question.
“No, I never fucked her. Candace loves hockey players, and she’s always considered herself a bunny, but between us it’s never been that way.
Besides, I got with Fiona at the end of freshman year, and Candace had a crush on someone else.
The thing with Fiona is,” I say, running the washcloth over the swell of Bex’s chest. “That something was always missing between us. She didn’t understand my dreams and the way I grew up.
She didn’t care about who I really was underneath the veneer of the popular jock.
She didn’t care to get to know the real me, like you do. ”
Bex’s fingers trace my jaw. “She missed out on an amazing man. The fact that you’re handsome and sexy is easy to see. But I knew I wanted to get to know you from the second we met on the pier. Your ex is an idiot for letting you go.”
I pour more soap onto the washcloth. “I was an idiot for dwelling on that relationship for so long. I’m glad Jamie helped me snap out of my fear of getting hurt again. I would have missed out on being with you.”
She pushes up on the tips of her toes to brush her lips over mine. “I’m glad he did, too.”
“I know I apologized before for voting against letting you move in.” I cup her jaw with my hand, stroking the spot behind her ear. “I was just too scared of letting someone in again. Because the second I saw you, I knew it would be impossible not to want you.”
Bex takes the washcloth from me and throws it on the shelf where I got it. She pours soap onto her palms and begins washing my shoulders using her hands. “I love the way you feel against my skin. I want nothing between us, ever again.”
My cock is throbbing with need, and Bex’s soft, gentle touch does nothing to help me calm down.
Her hands travel down the planes of my chest and abs, skimming down the lines of muscles carved into my hips. Bex is thorough as she kneels on the floor of the shower cubicle to wash my thighs and legs, all the way down to my feet.
The entire time her eyes are glued to mine, and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.
She’s washed my entire front, except the part of me that’s throbbing with need; and when she finally closes her sudsy hands around my shaft, I hold my breath.
Bex’s hands are slippery and soft, and I lose myself in the feeling of her touch. As one hand is gliding up and down my erection, the other one cups my balls, spreading the soapy water in the space between my thighs.
The pads of her fingers press lightly against the space between my balls and ass, causing my balls to draw tight as a warm tingle travels down my shaft. The sensation lingers at the base of my spine, and I know that if she continues touching me this way, I’m going to embarrass myself.
“Come here, beautiful.” I help her up, holding her tight against my chest. “That was… No one had ever touched me there before.”
“Was that ok?” Her delicate brows furrow. “I hope I didn’t do something wrong.”
I take her bottom lip between my teeth, grazing her gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It felt really good, but I had to stop you. I didn’t want to come yet. And you can touch me anywhere, Bex. I trust you with my body and with my heart.”
That was the right thing to say, and I’m rewarded with a deep kiss that starts sweet but lights me on fire with every passionate stroke of her tongue against mine.
I pour more body wash onto my palms and finish washing her. This time I don’t stop at the swell of her chest.
“Your tits are always beautiful,” I murmur, soaping up each breast. “But they look so fucking hot covered in soapy water.”
As the pads of my thumbs rub the soap onto the hard points of her pebbled nipples, I’m rewarded with Bex’s soft moans.
I continue my journey south, washing the flat expanse of her soft stomach. Just like she did, I ignore the space between her legs, focusing my attention on her toned thighs and shapely legs.
I lift each leg, encouraging Bex to hold on to me for balance as I run my soaped up hands down to her ankles and feet.
“Almost all clean.” I say, brushing my fingers over the space between her thighs.
The soap makes it easy to find my way up her slit, parting her skin in search of the spot where I know she needs me most.
“Oh my God, right there.” She moans when my fingers brush against her clit.
I keep my touch purposely light, rubbing slow circles over her most sensitive spot.
Her legs tremble, and she tightens her hold on my forearms.
“You ok?” I check.
“I’m so, so ok.” She half-moans, half-giggles. “And so close. If you keep touching me like this, I don’t know if my legs will support me. But I can’t think of a better way to go than melting into a puddle of goo and falling down the shower drain right now.”
My fingers still, putting more pressure against her clit. “We can’t have that, Bex.”
She whimpers when I stop touching her. “Connor, please.”
“You know I’ll always catch you when you fall, right?” I don’t mean just at this very moment, and I know she understands because she nods.
“Just like I’ll catch you.”
I know that with every fiber of my body, heart and soul.
“Oh.” She squeals as I lift her by the backs of her thighs, lining her entrance with the head of my cock.
“I need to feel you come all over my cock. I?—”
That’s my clumsy way of asking her if she wants this.
“Yes, Connor. Please fuck me.”
I lower her onto my awaiting shaft, holding her so that she takes me gradually.
Her back is against the shower wall, her hands on my shoulders to help keep our balance.
Watching my cock disappear inch by inch inside her tight, pink pussy is one of the hottest, most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.
“I wish you could get the same view I’m enjoying, pretty girl.” I grunt as I’m almost buried to the hilt. “We look perfect together.”
“I wish I could see that too.” Her gaze is focused where we’re joined, too.
I push the rest of the way inside of her, pausing to let her get used to my size.
“Maybe later we can do this again in front of a mirror so you can watch, too.”
Bex’s response is a moan of approval as her inner walls flutter around me, causing that electric tingling that, from my spine, travels down my shaft.
“Ready, pretty girl?” I ask, lifting her so I’m almost completely out of her.
She nods, and that’s all I need to know.
I plunge into her again and again. The feeling of her silky skin hugging me like a glove is impossible to resist.
Every thrust of my hips, every squeeze of her inner muscles, brings us closer to the point of no return.
“I’m gonna come.” I warn as I pump my hips one last time, pressing myself against her so that my pubic bone hits her clit.
I feel her orgasm before she cries out.
Her pussy hugs me like a vise, and I let myself follow her over the edge.
We come together, pulsing and writhing, pressed against the wall of Bex’s shower.
Her thighs are wrapped around my hips, and I hold her up as the warm water rains over us.
When we come down from our highs, I carefully help her feet back to the ground.
Her lips are too inviting to resist the urge of kissing her again, and despite one of the most intense orgasms of my life, my cock stirs, eager for more.
“Let’s wash your hair, beautiful.” I grab her shampoo and lather her long, blonde locks, massaging her scalp for a while before rinsing.
I repeat the same process with the conditioner, and Bex yawns as I spread it through her tresses with my fingers.
“Hmm.” Her eyes flutter closed. “This is so relaxing.”
I make quick work of washing my own hair and then hop out of the shower to get a towel to wrap around my girl.
She can barely keep her eyes open, so I lift her into my arms and carry her to bed.
Sleep has been hard to come by since my ex dumped me. But Luke was right all those months ago when he told me that sometimes we need to go through the hard times and brave some horrible storms to get to the rainbow on the other side.
Bex? She’s definitely my rainbow.