Chapter 15 #3
I roll over, grab the bottom of her T-shirt, and yank it up after she gives me a sexy little pout. She gawks at me in surprise, and I grin down at her like a hungry wolf.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I kiss her on the lips and run my thumb against her nipples.
She moans slightly as I play with her breasts and then kiss down the side of her neck.
“Is this what you want?” I repeat, feeling like I’m spinning out of control.
I take her right nipple in my mouth and suck and tease it gently while playing with her other nipple.
Her entire body is shaking as I squeeze her breasts.
My tongue trails along the valley between her breasts and then down toward her belly button.
Her entire body stills, with her hands grasping my shoulders.
I grab her panties with my teeth and pull them down, looking up at her. She looks dazed. She looks beautiful.
I spread her legs and marvel at her beautiful pussy.
“I didn’t shave,” she says.
“I don’t care.”
I slide an index finger up between her slit and rub her clit. Her back arches off the bed.
“My goodness,” she says in a low voice, sounding and looking like she’s about to faint.
I’m about to go down on her when I realize what I’m doing. This is Mia, my best friend.
“We can’t!” I pull my fingers from between her legs.
“What do you mean, we can’t?” She recoils.
“It’s not a good idea, Mia. Remember what you said when we were younger?”
“What did I say?”
“We said we didn’t want to go down this road. It could ruin our friendship.”
“But—”
“But nothing. I don’t want to lose you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
“And you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Luke.”
“So, then let’s just remember the rules.”
“The rules?” She blinks at me in confusion.
“The rules we put in motion when we decided to fake date. Remember, we weren’t going to cross the lines, and we’ve already gone way too far over them.”
“Fine.” She grabs her T-shirt and pulls it back on. “You’re right. We shouldn’t cross any lines.” She rolls away from me. “I’m tired. I think I’m going to go to sleep now.”
“Mia, you’re not mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m just really horny right now, and I can’t even look at you.”
“You can take care of yourself, you know.”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t mind watching you.”
“Luke, really?” She turns back to look at me with wide eyes.
I give her a wicked grin. “In fact, I’d quite like to look at you. I could even help you if you wanted.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I think so.” I grab her hand and slide it between her legs. “You’re wet.” I place my hand on top of hers and slide it up along her clit.
“Really, Luke?” She whimpers.
“What?”
“We’re going to do this?”
“Don’t best friends do everything together?”
I wink at her, and she laughs.
“This is something that I’ve never heard of best friends doing.” She moans. “But I’m willing to give it a try. What do I do?”
“I think you need to rub your clit a little bit faster,” I say, moving her finger back and forth.
She spreads her legs a little wider, and I try not to groan as my fingers glide along her clit with hers.
“You’re so wet,” I say.
“I’m so horny.” She breathes out and whimpers.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask her.
“Thinking about you touching me.”
“Is that what you want?”
Our fingers move faster now, and all I want is to slide inside of her.
“I don’t even know. I just want to come.”
I rub her for a couple more seconds, and then I pull her top up again and start playing with her breasts.
“Luke?” She’s panting.
“Continue playing with yourself,” I instruct her.
She nods, and I watch as she rubs herself faster and faster, and I play with her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” she calls out, her voice cracking.
“Come for me, Mia.”
Her body starts shaking as she rubs herself into an orgasm.
I lean down and suck on her nipple, and she grabs my head and plays with my hair.
Her breathing has changed, and I can tell she’s close.
I slip my finger back between her legs, grab her hand, and guide her into ecstasy.
She screams, her body shuddering as she comes on my fingers.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I say as I press my lips against hers.
“You think so?”
She kisses me back urgently, and I nod. I’m hard as hell.
It was amazing, and even though I know, inside, we’ve crossed a line we shouldn’t have crossed, I don’t care.
That was the hottest moment I’ve ever had in my life, even hotter than sex, and I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to actually be inside of her.
I know if that time comes, it has to be about more than her just feeling horny or wanting to be in a fake relationship.
It has to be because she wants me with her mind, body, and soul.
It has to be because she’s falling for me in the same way that I’ve already fallen for her.
As her eyes flutter and she drifts off to sleep, I wonder if we’ve crossed a line that we shouldn’t have.
How far can we go and convince ourselves it’s for the plot of our story?