Chapter 26
Ryan
R estless and unable to stop myself from thinking about Lily and Eric on their date no more than a few meters away, I'd become hyper-fixated on the unmatched wallpaper in certain areas all around the house. Needing to take my mind off the boiling tension within me, I snooped, only to find the punched-in walls Lily had skipped over in our conversation in the park. When I stripped off the wallpapers, Ethan and Matt thought I'd lost my mind until I'd filled them in on my plan.
"There's no way she'd go for that," Matt had protested. "You can't just come into her house and make changes." He crossed his arms.
"Says you with the whole 'security cameras' idea," I'd scoffed.
"Wait, you're buying her security cameras?" Ethan asked. "That's thoughtful."
"You don't have a thing for her too, do you?" I asked, almost throwing my hands in the air. I mean, I got it but come on.
"What? No. Wait. What do you mean 'too?' Who else has a thing for her apart from Eric?" He'd gasped.
"Nobody." I dropped my eyes, stealing a glance at Ethan who was looking at the wall with a mouth shrug and his hand on his hips as if scrutinizing a painting.
"You?" Matt's eyes widened, and his mouth rounded as he stared at me. "Or you?" He acknowledged Ethan's awkward dodging. He let out a breath. "No! Both of you?!"
Damn it. Why'd he have to be so perceptive?
"That's why you're both here, aren't you? Here I thought we were just being charitable." He shook his head and grinned.
"Drop it," Ethan grunted. "I think she'd appreciate the gesture, Ryan."
"Wanna come with?" Before the question left my lips, Matt was up and ready like a damn puppy dog rushing to the door, eager to get the details.
Ethan and I shared wary, wide-eyed glances at each other. "Someone has to stay with Lily's mom." He shrugged, but the message was clear. I was on 'making sure Matt didn't say anything to Eric' duty.
He'd sworn he wouldn't, amused at the idea of both of us secretly seething over Eric and Lily's date.
"Sucks for you." He'd snickered as we collected the tools we'd need for this small project. We returned to Lily's house with drywall, a saw, wood, and putty, which is why we're all standing here, shirtless. I have no idea why Ethan wore an expensive T-shirt to help Lily out today, but he didn't want to ruin it. Since he had his shirt off, it didn't make sense for me to bear the effects of the heat wave.
"Ah, great. Look at you two. Nice. Remind me I need to hit the gym." Matt wriggled his brows.
"What are you talking about?"
I looked down at my lean build in comparison to Ethan's tall, toned frame, as I flexed modest muscles.
Matt's always been self-conscious of how skinny he is compared to Ethan, Eric, and me, even if he and I are the skinnier ones of the group. Well, leaner, I wouldn't say I'm skinny. Eric's lean with hard abs and sculpted muscles. I'm lean with modest outlines, and Matt's thinner than I am. That's kind of how we'd ended up hooking up in the past.
Through consolation and telling him he's sexy and has nothing to be insecure over, one thing led to another. I almost said something to console him now.
"Then again, I'm not the one hoping Lily's going to walk through the door and drool over the both of you before deciding to leave Eric's arms and run to you." Ah, yes. He reminded me why we didn't work out past the friendship stage. Immature as hell.
"Will you shut up?" Ethan hissed, pulling the pencil out of his mouth and pausing his measurements. "He might hear you. You jackass." He flicked the pencil his way.
"Yeah, dumbass." I shoved him slightly, but he went off balance, crashing into the wall, making an even larger, human-sized hole.
"Oh, just fucking great!" Ethan yelled. "Now, we're for sure not getting it done in time. One of you has to tell Lily that we're making a shit show of her living room."
"I'll go." I got up from my crouched position.
"Oh, I bet you will. Shirtless and all." Matt brushed away the debris from his gray tank and short, brown hair.
I flipped him off, pulling on my shirt. "By the looks of it, this whole wall's going to need to be taken down."
"I agree. A lot of the houses around here are brick and mortar anyway. The owner probably couldn't afford the proper material." Ethan coughed away the dust.
"Or maybe it's just old." Matt shrugged.
"For now, we'll patch it up until we figure out a better solution. But we'll need more material and some time," Ethan asserted.
"Do you know what you're doing? This is a whole wall, dude." Matt cleared his throat as if he had ingested drywall shavings by accident.
"Oh, you'd be surprised what you learn living in a rental apartment, doing repairs to hide damage from your landlord. Broken appliances and fixtures, a wall smashed in because one of Mom's dealers didn't get their money and smashed something up. You pick up a few skills." He sighed and assessed the damage.
"Make sure you tell her this was your idea." He waved me away. "Then one of you smartasses can collect some more drywall and reinforcement." He swiped the back of his hand over his forehead before checking in on Lily's mom.
Heading toward the back door, I went over ways to explain my clumsiness away. When I opened the door, however, I forgot how words worked. Their bodies slipped against each other, her legs splayed open beneath his thrusting hips. They glistened as if they'd been lathered in oil, sweat beading on Eric's back and ass.
Lily bit down on her lip, her head rocking back and forth on her neck as she tilted it backwards in the grass. The blanket beneath them was crumpled, pillows tossed aside. As her mouth opened, letting a soft but deep moan escape, Eric clamped his mouth down on hers, silencing her. Her breasts were crushed beneath his chest; they're stuck together like glue. She's taking all of him in.
My cock filled up with blood instantly, and I froze. I didn't know where to look, but I couldn't pull my eyes away. I've always known Eric was attractive, but I hadn't witnessed his fuck game till now. He's tender, yet relentless, cupping her head with care but driving into her pussy until there's nothing but the applause of slick, tight pussy sucking and slapping thick, full dick.
Their chorus together had me clutching the door handle. I should have turned away. That's what a decent person would do. 'Oops, my bad!' And shut the door without a sound. But tonight, I'm a nasty freak, and my body was alight by the sight of Lily's short sweat-dampened dirty-blond hair sticking to her face and wrapping around Eric's stiff fingers. Eric's long, brown hair covered his face and for a while, I enjoyed being the voyeur.
As tight as Eric's ass was, increasing in rhythm, my dick still wanted one person. It struck me that jealousy should be ripe within me, and I'm not saying it's not. But he made the act of fucking Lily look delicious, savoring her moans, each pump, and the way her body writhed against him, her arms and legs gripping and pulling him into her with a voracious appetite for more.
"Eric," she sobbed.
He panted. His back muscles tightened together, and he groaned, tossing his hair back and out of his face.
"Shit." He gritted his teeth before twisting his head to kiss her cheek and spotted me standing aside, still clutching the door.
"What the fuck, man?!" he yelped, slamming his body down on top of Lily's, trying to shield her with his own as he reached for what he could grab of the blanket.
By the way she screamed out, I'm guessing he didn't pull out. She turned her head toward me, her face tense and red with passion, eyes darkened by lust, her lids heavy. I'm so fucking hard. She's so fucking sexy.
"What the hell, man? What are you still doing here?" he bit out.
My eyes were still on hers, unable to help myself. I struggled to speak. Why the hell did I come out here again? I'm sure it was important. My memory problems became even worse as she moved against him.
He shuddered. "Bro. I'm kind of in the middle of something here. Oh shit." His eyes became slits, and he turned them on her.
As she pulled her eyes away from mine to look back at him, the trance was broken, and I found my common sense right where I dropped it. I turned to leave but not before hearing Eric whisper to her, "I'm so sorry about that. Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't you fucking dare." she panted, her cries of pleasure piercing as I shut the door behind me.
Lily
Ryan surprised me, and his erection surprised me even more, pushing at the crotch of his worn denim. His eyes were hot as they locked onto mine, as if I were his prey, and he was ready to pounce. I imagined what would happen if he did. That, together with Him and Eric would fill that empty hole deep within me, fuck me until I was spilling over in satisfaction and nothing else.
My belly had swelled with pulsating pressure, and there was no hiding it from Eric when I tightened and came apart around him. He found his groove again and came moments after pulling out of me and spilling his hot seed on my ass. Not inside me like he did last night and this morning, I noted, and I worried that I'd offended him or betrayed him.
Just an hour ago, I told him I loved him and meant it, I still did. Yet, his sexy friend standing there, hard and in need of one thing, an invitation to join, enhanced an already incredible experience. Damn, it turned me into liquid. So damn hot. Was I wrong for that?
Shit, I didn't know how this stuff worked. I knew Eric was sweeter than any man I'd met, and his mistakes were slight in comparison to guys like Marco, but he still had to have a jealous bone in his body. There had to be some part of him that hated that. Men were all about what they could own and control, in some sense. If it were Marco, my jaw would've already been broken for even glancing at Ryan.
Eric had taken it in his stride, but I'm still scared by his silence. Not that he'd physically hurt me but that he'd leave. If he were anything like Marco, I'd be begging him to leave. But where would I find another Eric? I supposed Ryan was just as sweet. All his friends were. They might be the only good ones left. But why should I have to choose between him and Ryan?
Get a grip. It's not like I could even have Ryan at all, so I don't know why I'm entertaining the thought. He wouldn't betray his best friend like that. And I wouldn't want him to.
Deciding it's better that I bite the bullet now, before Eric's decision to leave me, slaps me in the face. I sat up and grabbed a pillow for partial cover and comfort. Better to lose him now than later. He's on his back with his eyes closed, taking steady breaths, and I took a deep one, running my hand through my hair.
"Are we okay?" I asked.
He opened his eyes, frowning. "Yeah. Why do you ask?" He studied me before leaning up on his elbow to be better positioned for eye contact. "What happened? Did I do something?"
"You? No!" I rushed to reassure him.
He smiled a little, tilting his head. "Okay? So, what's up with you?"
If he's clueless, saying something will make me look guilty. My cheeks burned. I bit my tongue. I didn't have to bite the bullet right now.
"Nothing." I smiled. "It's nothing. I should probably head in and prepare dinner for Mom, shouldn't I?"
"Ready to get rid of me already? Was I that bad?" He winced.
"No." I grinned, pulling on my T-shirt dress. "You were..." My whole body heated, and I'm sure I'm blushing all over.
"Aw damn. Come on, spit it out. My ego can take it." He flopped back on his back, and I laughed.
"It's not like that." I pushed his chest. "You were good," I mumbled, nervous to feed his ego.
"Okay," he breathed. "Well, that's better than bad."
Oh, he looked so wounded, I couldn't bear it. "You were the best I've ever had, okay?" My face was on fire, and I couldn't look at him.
"You're just saying that..." he started. "Wait, are you blushing?" He grinned.
Oh, bury me now! My cheeks trembled, and I ducked my face into my hands. What the hell was the matter with me? I didn't get this way after sex. I was rarely even shy.
This must have been what it was like to be in love and vulnerable. Ugh. It was uncomfortable.
"Aw. Come here," he teased me before pulling me into his arms, grinning. Pulling my hands away from my face, I hooked them underneath the side of my head, resting on his chest. I was a grown woman, damn it. It wasn't fair he got to turn me into putty. Still, my cheeks hurt from smiling. Ah, just stop fighting it. Enjoy your bliss.
Kissing the top of my head, he hugged me tighter. "You have nothing to be embarrassed over. You're also the best I've ever had."
"Ah yeah, whatever. Now, you're the one who's just saying that." I grinned.
He tilted my head toward him. "No, I'm not." He kissed me deeply. We sighed into each other, and I ran my hand over his face and through his hair. He pulled the blanket away from his hips and rolled on top of me. "In fact, I think I'm ready for round two." He grinned.
Laughing and panting as he kissed my neck and kneaded my bare ass beneath my dress, I groaned. "But my mom's gonna need dinner soon."
"One of the guys can handle it." He ground against me, his phallus hardening. He licked my lips, and I moaned, growing wetter by the second.
He eased up and looked around for his pants, pulling out his cell phone. With it by his ear, he pulled my nipple between his teeth. I tried to suppress my moan, but I couldn't. He smiled, kissing between my breasts.
"Oh. Hey, Ryan." My stomach tightened at the sound of his name. Eric moved his hand toward my wet pussy, and the flutter of his hand brushing up against my swollen lips had me trembling and gasping. "Think you guys can whip something up for Lily's mom? We're still a little distracted." He winked at me. "I'll hand her the phone to give you instructions."
Wait, what? Oh!
Eric dipped his head between my legs as I tried not to moan into the phone. But as soon as Ryan spoke, it was like adding gasoline to fire. He cleared his throat, but it did nothing to remove the rasp from his tone.
"Lily," Ryan breathed as Eric feasted on me.
"Oh, fuck." My voice wobbled.
"Tell him about the dinner for your mom." Eric pulled his mouth away from my center and leaned over me to whisper against my neck as he thrust his fingers inside me.
"Oh... my... fuuuuck." I spasmed as Ryan swore on the other end of the line. The phone freaked out as I gripped it tighter, my fingers all over the screen. When I found my voice again, my cheeks burned from moaning aloud into Ryan's ears as Eric listened. But he was the one who handed me the phone; did he want this to happen? I wondered about Ryan's reaction. Did he touch himself?
"Um..." My lips shook as Eric grinned above me, nudging me to finish the conversation with Ryan so he could get back to fucking me. I tittered into the phone. "I... uh... have some containers in the fridge, labelled 'dinner.' Can you heat that up for me? Or is that too much? Wait, I can't ask you guys to feed her." I groaned, looking at Eric's revived erection and needing it inside me. But my mother could be stubborn when it came to eating. It'd take experience and patience. "It'll be too much work."
Eric frowned and sighed, sitting on his legs, resigned to whatever his fate might be.
"Uh, it's okay. We can do it," Ryan grunted before hanging up the phone in my ear. Shame, I wanted to leave it next to me so he could hear Eric fuck me. Was I playing with fire?