Chapter Two
Maya
W atching Dani walk away, I bite back a sigh. Sometimes I hate being her friend.
No, let me rephrase that.
Sometimes I hate only being her friend.
I’ll be the first to admit I have issues with commitment. Let’s just say that growing up with my parents and watching the way they destroyed one another day after day until they were nothing but shells of themselves fucked me up.
They’re both dead now, but I swore I would never be like them. I probably went a little too far in the opposite direction, but it’s worked so far.
Do I really think it’ll be like that with Dani and me? No, but that doesn’t make the trauma or fear response just disappear.
Hell, this friends-with-benefits situationship we have going on is more than anyone else has ever gotten with me. Except for work, I don’t go back for seconds. I’m a one-and-done type of girl, and I’ve never tried to hide that from anyone—especially not my best friend.
I’m in love with her, and I still can’t commit. If I can’t do it for her, then I know I’ll never be able to.
I should break it off and let her move on with her life, but I’m a selfish bitch. I’m not willing to give her up, and luckily, this works for her—at least for now.
It’s honestly the best of both worlds.
We both work as camgirls, but whereas Dani wears her bisexual badge proudly on her page, I lean more toward sapphic content.
I consider myself bisexual, but I definitely lean more toward women. I’ve slept with men before, and I’ve had some amazing sex with them. I just find women more attractive.
Neither of us gets jealous about the other doing content with other people, plus we’re best friends. I’m not sure what more I could want from Dani.
Liar.
I ignore the hissed thought in my head as a knock sounds, jumping to my feet and hurrying over.
“Good evening, Miss Flores. It’s good to see you again.” The older gentleman, Maxwell, offers me a soft smile as he holds out the bag of takeout. “I have Miss Williams’s food.”
“Hey, Maxwell. It’s good to see you, too, but I thought we discussed you calling me Maya.”
He shakes his head as I take the food from him. “I’m sorry, Miss Flores, but just like I told Miss Williams, that won’t be happening.”
I shrug. “Can’t blame a girl for trying. Have a good night.”
I close the door and carry the food over to the small table in Dani’s kitchen. She has a dining room, but she uses it as an office instead. She says there’s no point in having a dining room when it’s just her most of the time.
Once I’ve pulled out the food and set silverware and plates on the table, I head back into the living room to grab my phone. My eyes catch on the wrapped box and anger flares.
Dani didn’t ask about it, but we will be having another conversation about that over dinner. Just like I would like to have another conversation about her friend, Gary.
I sneer at the thought of the man who is obsessed with my best friend. She doesn’t seem to see it, but I do. He might have agreed to be just friends with her, but he doesn’t look at her like a friend, that’s for damn sure.
He’s attractive enough, I guess, but he’s not hot enough to overlook the level ten creep factor he has going on. I’ve slept with more than a few men and women who have had red flags for days, but I wouldn’t touch Gary with a fifty-foot pole.
“Is the food here?”
Dani breezes into the room, her peach-scented body wash and shampoo wafting toward me as I turn around to face her.
I bite my lip when I find her standing there in a pair of teeny tiny shorts and a white crop top that her wet blonde hair is making practically see-through and easily revealing she isn’t wearing a bra.
She’s so fucking sexy.
“Maya?” she asks, a smirk on her lips.
I blink, shaking my head as I meet her eyes. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
“But is it teasing when you’re going to get laid at the end of the night?”
I flip her off before grabbing the box off the table and tossing it toward her. “Your secret admirer strikes again. This is getting out of control, Dani. They know where you live now.”
“They might know the building, but they don’t know which apartment.” Dani waves off my words as she tosses the box back onto the table without opening it and heads for the kitchen. “Come on. Let’s eat. I’m starving.”
I bite back a frustrated growl as I follow her. “Dani, I think you need to go to the police. You could have a stalker. What if it’s someone who hunted you down from Behind the Lens?”
“And what if it’s some innocent person who I met at school?” Dani shakes her head as she plops into a chair. “I’m not going to the police because someone is leaving me gifts. It’s not like they’re threatening me.”
“But they know where you live—”
Dani shakes her head again. “No, Maya. We’re not doing this. I moved into this building because of the security. No one who isn’t my friend knows what apartment I live in. We have around-the-clock security. Even if this person has nefarious purposes, they can’t get to me here.”
“But they can get to you somewhere else,” I argue, but I can already see that she’s shut down. Sighing, I lower myself into the chair beside her. “Okay, I’ll drop it. I’m sorry. I just worry about you.”
Her face softens. “I know you do. Now, let’s eat. You clearly need to get laid, and I need some food in me so I’ll have enough energy to make you come until you forget about whatever has you so damn grumpy.”
“Well, I’ll never turn down orgasms.” The smile I send her way is forced, but I don’t think she notices as she doles out food to both our plates.
Dani is entirely too trusting, having grown up in an idyllic small town with a loving mom.
Sure, they didn’t have any money, but at least she was loved.
Her mom and stepdad even know she’s a cam girl, and they support her decision.
I mean, in what world do parents support the fact that their child has sex online for money?
That’s one hundred percent my jealousy talking right there. My parents would’ve called me a whore if they knew what I was doing—if they were still alive, that is.
Hell, my dad called me a whore for being a burlesque dancer. I can only imagine the poison that would spew from his lips if he knew I was having sex on the internet.
Thankfully, I’ll never have to know.
At twenty-eight, I’m four years older than Dani and much more jaded. I feel like it’s my responsibility to counteract her…I don’t want to call it naivety, because she’s not na?ve. Her optimism? Her belief that most people are good?
“I finished my last assignment,” Dani says excitedly, pulling me from my thoughts. “Only two more classes, and I’ll be finished.”
“That’s amazing, babe.” This time, my smile is genuine.
We fall into easy conversation, catching up on what’s been going on over the last few days since we’ve both been busy, while we devour dinner.
A few hours later, we’re watching a movie on the couch when Dani’s hand finds its way under my shirt.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” I ask her with an amused look over my shoulder.
I’m sitting between her legs since she wanted to cuddle. That should’ve been my first hint at what she actually wanted to do.
“I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” she murmurs against my neck as she pushes my bra down. Her fingers immediately find my nipple, pinching it before she cups my tit. “Fuck, you have the best fucking tits.”
Turning my head, I bring my lips to hers. Our tongues tangle together as her other hand snakes under my shirt. I moan into her mouth as she flicks both nipples, grinding my ass against her core and realizing she’s not wearing any panties.
Fucking hell.
I break the kiss and pull away, yanking my shirt over my head as I hoist myself off the couch. Unhooking my bra, I let it fall away before lowering my hands to the button on my pants.
I shouldn’t have worn jeans tonight. They take entirely too long to take off.
As I flick the button, Dani goes up on her knees and pulls her shirt off before closing her lips around one of my pebbled nipples, and another moan spills from my lips.
She sucks on my nipple, and my fingers stumble on the zipper as pleasure courses through me. I tug my jeans and panties down as quickly as I can with her still sucking on my tits.
It doesn’t take much to get me turned on, but with Dani, all she needs to do is look at me, so I’m already soaked.
“I want you to ride my face,” I tell her, my hand sliding into her hair and pulling her away from me.
She pouts, that plump bottom lip of hers sticking out and making me want to bite it. “But I have a new toy I want us to try.”
“And we still can,” I tell her. “But don’t tell me you don’t need to take the edge off first.”
She looks like she’s going to argue before shrugging. “I want to make you feel good too.”
I grin. “Fine, but I’m on the bottom.”
“Aren’t you always?” Dani jumps off the couch, and I barely let go of her hair quickly enough so I don’t yank her head back toward me. She has a good six inches on me, which is why she always has to be the one on top when we do this.
I laugh when she pushes me toward the couch, lying down on it. My head barely hits the cushion before she’s straddling my face and lowering that pretty pink pussy toward my mouth.
My hands go to her hips, pulling her down the rest of the way and running my tongue up her slit before burying it inside her with a moan.
She tastes fucking amazing.
My hips buck up to meet her mouth when she sucks my clit between her lips, drawing out my moan.
I can’t see her right now, but I’ve watched enough videos of the two of us, I know her back is arched beautifully. Her blonde hair and pale skin are a gorgeous contrast to my bronzed skin and black hair.
We couldn’t be more different from one another, and I don’t just mean in our looks.
She spears me with her tongue, and I gasp. Bringing my focus back to the task at hand, I bring one of my hands around to rub her clit as I fuck her with my tongue. For the first one, I want her to come on it. We tend to go for hours, so there will be time later to feel her coming around my fingers.
It’s a race to the finish line as she grinds against my face, and I buck into her mouth. We’ve been lovers for nearly five years, so we’re very good at pleasuring one another—knowing just the right spots to get each other off as quickly as possible.
Dani comes first, pulling away to moan my name as she grinds against me and floods my mouth with her juices. I continue fucking her through her orgasm, her cunt pulsing around my tongue.
Then she’s burying her face back in my pussy, fucking me with her fingers and sending me over the edge moments later.
We lie there for a moment, catching our breath before she climbs off me and offers me her hand. “Let’s head back to my bedroom so I can show you the new toy.”
I allow her to pull me to my feet, but yank her toward me to kiss her. We lick into each other’s mouths, tasting ourselves and not giving a fuck.
We’re both panting when we break apart, and only then do I allow her to pull me toward her bedroom.