25. Besties With Benefits
25
BESTIES WITH BENEFITS
OLIVER
I push the door open with my foot, dragging Mallory into my bedroom .
She loves me. My best friend loves me back.
Somehow we made it all the way upstairs without breaking apart from each other. I don’t know how we did it, but right now I couldn't care less. I kick the door close as Mallory pulls me in tighter, pressing herself flush against my chest.
“This,” she says, tugging at the end of my shirt. “This is in the way.”
I smile. “Aw Mallie, if you wanted me to take my clothes off, all you had to do was ask.” I mutter into her neck, pepper kissing all over the skin. She drags my lips back to hers, breaking away after a moment.
“Take off your clothes.”
“You first.”
She moves back slightly, bending down to unlace her boots. She kicks them off and rolls down her fishnet tights. She reaches for the corner of her dress and slips it over her head, revealing a pair of pink lacy panties. She tugs at the corner of her crop top lifting it up, and I remember that she’s almost naked, and I'm still fully clothed, which isn’t fair – at all.
I quickly rip off my jeans and shirts in record time. Now we’re both standing here in our underwear. She presses herself to me again, wrapping her arms around my neck, her hands trailing down my collarbone, my chest, all the way to the waistband of my boxers. She pulls them down at the same time I pull down her panties.
Fuck, she’s already so wet.
She steps back for a second, her lips swollen and puffy, her cheeks pink she looks me with hungry eyes, and then she –
She fucking laughs.
Of course she does.
“Mallie, baby. Now is uh, not the time to be laughing.” I clench my fists at my side, feeling like I should cover my junk or something.
“Sorry, sorry, my god, I'm so sorry. It’s just,” she covers her mouth laughing. “It’s just that we’ve been friends for so long, you know? I thought this would be weird, but it’s not. Like it wasn’t weird that night in your room. It feels so…right. And you look so fucking hot by the way, like jesus christ.”
I feel something building up at the bottom of my core. Need. Hunger.
“Take off your bra.”
She hesitates. “I would but like, I’ve been wearing it all day so there’s going to be those red lines all over my chest and–”
I stalk closer to her, resting my hands on her hips. “Mallie, take off your bra, please. ”
She reaches round to undo the clasp, but then stops at the last minute. She goes to speak, but I silence her with a kiss. My hands cup her jaw, moving over her face to her hair, and land on her back. “May I?” I whisper when we break apart.
She nods.
Her mouth parts when I undo the clasp, letting it fall to the floor. While still looking at her, I smooth my hands down her stomach, raking my eyes over her body. Over her perfect full tits. A few birthmarks dust around her rosy nipples, hardening by the second. I run my hands down her chest to cup her breasts, moving my thumb over one of the hardened buds. She lets out a breathy moan, gripping my forearms for dear life.
“You like that?” I say, pinching it between my fingers. “You like it when I play with your tits?” I slowly move us towards the bed, my hands still on her tits. “Tell me what you like, Mallie.” I spin her towards the bed, pushing her further up the mattress until her head is nestled on my pillows.
She swallows, my eyes follow the moment of her throat. “I like it,” she whispers, letting out a breathy moan when I take her nipple into her mouth and lightly suck.
“You like what, Mallie?”
“I like it when you play with my tits.”
“Do you want me to play with them while I fuck you?” She nods as I use my free hand to stroke her folds, pressing my thumb down on her clit. “Fuck, Mallie, you’re so wet.” I reach over to grab a condom from my draw, ripping the packet open and rolling it on. My brain immediately goes to the last time Mallory was in my bed, when she rolled it on for me. I hover over her as I stroke my dick a few times, positioning myself at her entrance. “So wet and ready for me.” I push inside her with an agonising slowness, eliciting a sweet little moan from her. She clenches when I enter her, and fuck it’s taking everything not to come right here on the spot. I slowly remove my dick from inside her, quickly thrusting it back in. And I do it over and over again.
“God, Mallie, you take me so well,” I spit out in–between smirks. We spend the next several minutes giggling, panting and moaning, I keep thrusting and thrusting until it reaches a point where it feels so heavenly, we both know what’s coming. Our moans become louder and my thrusts become harder and quicker until we both feel the sweet sensation.
“Right there, Ollie. I’m – I’m coming,” I thrust a final time as she claws at my back. Our pants become heavy as I slip out of her, my cock still throbbing from finally being inside of her.
“You, Ashby, are a god,” she mumbles in–between pants. I get up from the bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom bin. I turn the shower head on and stand at the edge of the bathroom, gripping the top of the doorframe. I hold out one of my hands for her, and she runs towards me, practically leaping into my arms. She has so much energy considering we just had sex. How the fuck does she have so much energy? She smiles up at me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I just thank God that she’s here with me right now. I must be doing something right.
We’re both lying on our sides. I shift her closer, tracing her body with the pad of my finger. Moving over her waist, the curve of her ass. Touching every bit of her.
“I think there are some things we should… talk about.” she says, her eyes following my finger. I nod, tracing the birthmark she has on her ribs .
“I want to ask you something too, and no matter the answer, just tell me, honestly. Okay? Actually, two somethings… ” I clasp my hand over her waist, getting lost in her coffee brown eyes.
“Lay it on me, Ashby.”
“You always tell me you hook up with other guys, but…you uh,” I can feel the tips of my ears turn red. She looks up at me.
“I didn’t feel like someone who’s hooked up a whole lot?” She smiles, obviously enjoying my squirming.
“You were so tight.” I whisper.
“There are other things people can do besides sex. Other ways to make each other come. I hooked up with guys, but I never went all the way. They didn’t seem to mind just getting a blowjob.”
I kiss her shoulder. “Thanks for being honest with me.”
“What’s the other thing you wanted to ask?” She says, dragging her finger across my pec, playing with the little bit of hair that dusts my chest.
“That night, when we slept together. Why did you move out afterwards?”
She takes a deep breath. “Because I – god, it’s so stupid. I saw a text on your phone from Quinny. I don’t remember exactly what it said. Something like how she couldn’t come over or whatever. I thought you were showering because you wanted to ask another girl out, and I just, I wanted that girl to be me. Even if it was for one night. But then when you left for practice I started to spiral and think that maybe you assumed we would do some besties with benefits thing–”
“That’s not what this is, Mallie. You’re my girl, my girlfriend.”
“I know but that’s what I thought after we had sex, and then you wanted pancakes, and I freaked out even more. ”
“I don’t understand how the pancakes fit into this.”
“They don’t – I just panicked. That’s the summary. I was confused about whether you liked me or not, then I finally looked up Dolcezza mia which made me even more confused. But I know now,” she says, kissing my cheek.
“Yes, you do.”
“Now, can I ask you a question?”
“Do your worst, Marshmallory.”
“That summer. When I texted you to meet me at the diner. Why didn’t you show?”
That summer.
The summer I had hockey tryouts, where I first laid eyes on the love of my life. The girl with the sweetest eyes I've ever seen. The day I purposely fell over on the ice just to make her smile, because Cole did something to make her cry.
That day was the first day we started hanging out. And we kept hanging out.
Until she asked me to meet her at the diner. And I panicked.
“Because,” I sigh. “I panicked. I had just gotten accepted onto the team, everything was new and overwhelming, and I thought… I stupidly thought being your friend at that moment was better than starting a relationship, especially with you being the coach’s daughter, who happened to be your teammate's ex.”
“Cole said something to you?”
“He said getting close to you like that was a bad idea. But I didn’t listen to him. When I finally made it to the diner, you were gone. I was hours late, so I figured texting you wouldn’t cut it. Now I think I’m a–”
“Dumbass?” she finishes, smiling.
I nod. “Majorly. Then that Halloween, it was just way too soon to put the moves on you, you know? I think I just blew it.”
“Everyone knew we liked each other,” she whispers. “Everyone knew except us.”
I press my forehead against hers. “But now we know. So it’s okay.” I suppress a sign. “I think…”
“Should we hide this? From them?”
I let out a breath, nodding. “Yeah, I think so too. I just got you,” she says, pushing me onto my back, so she can lie flat on my chest. “I wanna be selfish for a bit. We deserve it.”
“We definitely do.” She says. “You don’t mind keeping us secret for a while?”
“Mallory, I can confidently say that I'm going to marry you one day. Keeping us a secret from our friends makes no difference to me.”
She stiffens. “Confidently, huh?” I just kiss her shoulder, then her neck, then her cheeks, which are still my favourite shade of pink.
“Fine. But I want a pink engagement ring. Not bright pink, but a soft pink.”
I look at her cheeks, memorising this exact shade, my favourite shade.
“Deal.”
How did I get so lucky? To love a girl like this, and have her love me back.