Chapter 26
Lainey
My heart pounds in my chest, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. A part of me knows I shouldn’t give in. I know this is probably going to be a mistake. I know I will probably get hurt in the end, but I don’t want to wonder anymore.
I don’t want to have to wonder what it would be like to be with him. I don’t want to keep these feelings bottled up anymore. I can’t, or I’ll go insane.
Even if this is just a one-time thing, I need to try. I need to do this for me, so I can stop questioning what’s going on between us.
Holland is obviously as attracted to me as I am to him, and we’re both adults. We can do this and not make a big deal about it.
I am slightly concerned about what will happen when I tell Ellie, and I will tell her. I just don’t know when. I can’t tell her today, definitely not. It’s Gwen’s wedding day, and we all have other things to worry about.
She probably won’t even care. She might even cheer and think it’s amazing. Who knows? All I do know is that this is not the day to be dropping a bomb like this.
I don’t think I’ve always had feelings for Holland. I’ve thought he was a pain in the ass, I’ve thought he was a dick, I’ve thought he was a good friend, and I’ve thought he was annoying. Granted, I still think that.
Now, I think he’s freaking sexy, and I want to climb him like a tree. I don’t know if I can even deny that anymore, and why deny it? Why not just do something about it?
He’s right here, and he’s been so sweet, and he helped me last night. I don’t think I could stop myself from jumping him even if I tried.
He’s still in his suit from last night, and he looks hot as hell. I swear, when I walked into the ballroom and saw him standing there, my panties almost dropped on their own. Like, how is it even possible for someone to be so effortlessly attractive?
Before I can stop myself, I lean in, my lips brushing against his.
The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as if we’re both testing the waters.
But it quickly deepens, our lips pressing together with a hunger that surprises me.
My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, my body pressing against his.
It's as if Holland’s resolve crumbles as he wraps his arms around me, his hands roaming over my back, my waist, my hips.
He’s warm and hard, and I can feel his heart racing, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
I’m not even thinking about the fact that neither of us have brushed our teeth yet today.
Okay, well now I am.
“Lainey,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. “Are you sure…”
But I cut him off with another kiss, my lips silencing him. My hands move lower, slipping under his shirt, my fingers tracing patterns on hot, smooth skin.
He shivers at my touch, his body responding seeming to react instinctively.
With steady hands, he begins to undress me, his fingers feeling like fire against my skin as he pulls down the straps of my dress.
I’m never self-conscious being naked around a man, but for some reason, I’m feeling like I want to hide. Holland pauses for a moment when my breasts fall out of the fabric, my nipples hard peaks. He seems to be drinking in the sight of me, his breath catching in his throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with longing.
A small smile takes over my face at his compliment, and I can feel my cheeks heat. I’ve never been complimented like that before sex. So intimately and honestly. Usually it’s sexy or hot. But hearing Holland tell me he thinks I’m beautiful when I’m at my most vulnerable does something to me.
My eyes search his fort a moment before his lips descend on mine once more, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve, every dip.
I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. The room fills with the sounds heavy breathing, soft moans, and the rustle of fabric as we tear each other’s clothes off.
Discarding Holland’s shirt on the floor, my hands roam over his chest, his abs, his hips. He’s hard and smooth, and when he presses his lower half against mine, I can feel his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his pants.
My eyes widen slightly as I shakily reach for the button of his jeans.
I expect him to stop me, to make sure I’m okay with this one more time, because that’s just who he is, but he doesn’t. Instead, his kisses grow harder and more urgent, begging me to take it further. So I do.
My heart is pounding in my chest, and every thought imaginable rushes through my head as I begin to tug at his waistline and pull his pants down along with his boxers.
This is wrong. This is a mistake. This is going to backfire so hard and I’m the one that’s going to be hurt in the end. If Ellie doesn’t approve, I lose her. If Holland hurts me, I lose him too, and possibly my entire friend group if they take Ellie’s side.
Fuck, Lainey. What the hell are you doing? I know being reckless is your MO but come on. Sleeping with your best friend’s brother? A guy you can barely stand to be around for more than an hour? What can go wrong?
But in this moment, with Holland’s lips on mine, his hands on my body, and his hard dick jutting out and rubbing against me, I just can’t bring myself to care about the repercussions. Consequences be damned.
With a swift motion, Holland kicks off his pants, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of my naked body. My hands reach out to trace the length of his cock, and he hisses at my touch, his head falling back as I begin to stroke him, teasing and tormenting.
“Lainey,” he groans, his voice a plea. “Fuck.”
The sound of my name in that sexy, needy voice makes my pussy clench. Holy shit, he’s so hot.
He’s thick, his shaft pulsing with need, his tip glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters as I sit up, pushing him backward and moving up his body until my face hovers over his cock. His breathing picks up as my tongue darts out to taste him.
Holland’s breath hitches as my lips close around him, my tongue swirling around his tip. I suck him in, my lips moving up and down his length, my hands gripping his hips to steady him.
He tastes so fucking good. I cannot believe this is actually happening right now. I am sucking Holland Monroe’s dick, and I just said he tastes good. Who am I?
Groaning, his hands tangle in my hair, his body tense with pleasure.
“Fuck, Lainey,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to make me cum.”
I don’t stop. I want him to cum. I need to taste him, and I have this desire to make him feel good.
Humming in response, I continue to tease and torment him, driving him wild. His hips bucking slightly, and his breathing accelerating.
With a loud groan, he pulls away, his body trembling with unspent desire. I look down at him, disappointed that he stopped me because I really wanted to continue. He smiles, a crooked, lopsided grin that makes my heart flutter.
“Your turn,” he says, his voice low and husky.
Wait, what?
Without giving me any time to think, he pushes me backward, my head hitting the pillow. He climbs over me and my body trembles with anticipation as I lie here, my legs spreading slightly, and my body on full display.
Holland’s eyes darken as he leans down, hovering over my clit. Without warning, his tongue darts out and he begins to ravage me. He groans, his tongue delving deeper, his lips pressing against me, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me open.
I moan, probably louder than I should, my hands tangling in his blonde hair, my body arching off the bed as he eats me out, his tongue relentless in its pursuit of my pleasure.
“Holland,” I gasp, my voice a breathy whisper. “Oh God, yes.”
He smiles against me, his tongue never stopping its rhythmic motion.
With a final, lingering lick, he pulls away, his body hovering over mine. Fuck, why did he stop? I was so close. If he’d kept going for another few seconds, I would have cum.
My eyes lock on his, his expression hungry, and my body trembles with anticipation and a bit of disappointment at the fact that he just stopped. But then he says, “Ready?”
Ready for what? For him to continue? To-
Holland lines himself up at my entrance, and every thought flies out the window. Oh shit. He’s so freaking big and I’m so ready to feel him inside me.
Nodding slowly, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, I reply.
“Fuck me, Holland. Please.”
“Shit, Barkley. I never thought I’d hear you say those words,” he chuckles softly, shaking his head. Rolling my eyes, I nudge his arm.
“I never thought I’d say them. Now do something before I come to my senses and change my mind,” I tell him.
I don’t think I could change my mind even if I wanted to.
With him naked on top of me, the way he’s looking at me, the way he smells like vanilla and bourbon, I don’t think I’m capable of stopping what’s about to happen.
“Wait, fuck,” he groans, and I want to cry because the need I’m feeling right now is painful.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, a bit concerned that he’s about to change his mind and tell me he can’t do this.
Holland looks down at me, his expression disappointed. No, no, no. Do not do this to me now.
“I don’t have a condom,” he tells me. Oh, thank God, that’s all it is.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” I assure him, hoping he’ll take that and continue.
He lets out a sigh of relief before his eyes search mine.
“Thank god, because I’ve been wanting to do this for a long fucking time.”
With a swift motion, his tip presses against me, teasing, tormenting. I almost groan with impatience as my body tenses with anticipation.
“Holland,” I warn, trying my best not to sound so needy and desperate.
With a small chuckle, Holland thrusts forward, his cock sinking into me. He groans with pleasure and his head falls back. Holy shit. Oh my god, he feels so good.
He pulls back, then thrusts forward again, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
An involuntary moan leaves me at the way he called me baby and it didn’t repulse me. I’ve been called baby before during sex, but every time it made me cringe. But coming from Holland, I think I just got ten times wetter.
My body begins moving with his, my hands gripping his back, my nails digging into his skin. The room is filled with the sounds of our skin slapping together, the wetness of our bodies, and our ragged breaths and soft moans.
Holland quickens his pace, his body driving into mine with a ferocity that I would have never imagined from him. He’s like a completely different person and I think I’m loving it.
He normally gives me golden retriever vibes, but right now? I’m feeling the complete opposite. It’s like he’s starved, and he knows exactly what he wants and it’s me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back, I meet his thrusts with equal fervor. The bed creaks beneath us, and the headboard bangs against the wall, but I at this moment, I don’t care if the whole world hears us.
“Holland,” I gasp when the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm begins to take over my body. “I’m close.”
He growls, his body tensing with anticipation. “Cum for me, Lainey. Let me feel it.”
Fuck, I’m a goner.
My body tightens around him, and I cry out, my orgasm washing over me in waves of pleasure. Holland groans, his body thrusting into mine with renewed urgency.
“Fuck, Lainey,” he mutters, his voice a rough whisper. “I’m going to cum.”
I nod quickly, my body still trembling with aftershocks, my hands still gripping his back. “Please,” I whisper.
With a final, powerful thrust, he pulls out of me quickly, his body tensing as he cums on the bare skin of my stomach. I let out a soft moan, loving the feeling of him on me.
When he’s done, he collapses onto the bed next to me, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. My heart pounds as I begin to come down from the high.
Holland rolls onto his side, pulling me into his arms, his body still trembling.
Well, this is new. Cuddling after sex is definitely not something I’m used to. I either get cleaned up and leave right after, or the guy does. I’m not usually one for intimacy. It’s easier that way. No feelings involved, just a good old-fashioned fucking and that’s it. That way no one gets hurt.
The room is silent, the only sound is our heavy breathing and my thoughts that are now running wild.
What the fuck did we just do?