Chapter Three
Olly
Lacey lied to me.
No matter how hard she tried to hide it, there was no missing the low hum of a vibrator coming from her side of the call last night.
My Lovely Lacey—a sweet, delicate name for such a dirty mind. How could she compose hot-as-fuck stories on the page and hide behind her blush in reality?
Such a sexy contradiction I can never get enough of.
That sweet little buzz was all I could hear when I woke this morning, knowing her pussy was wet because of me… Fuck.
Video calling her last night was a risk. It’s one thing to tell her about my hookups and another to show her. But when she talked about switching genres, I snapped.
How many guys are lucky enough to have a female friend he can relay every sexual fantasy and hookup to without sounding like a pervert?
No one, because there is only one Lacey Wright, and she is all mine.
She’s as dirty as I am horny, but she needs a push to shatter that innocence so the wildfire she keeps hidden beneath her blush can come moaning to the surface.
She needs to fuck.
The morning crowd of students weaves around the campus, navigating to classes, as I wait by our usual spot, anticipation making me restless. I need to see her.
She appears in the crowd, hair the color of chocolate and enticingly thick.
Running my hands through it is the sweetest torture.
Reminding myself not to grip and pull is a constant struggle.
I drag my gaze down her body, enjoying my uninterrupted view from a distance. Soft angles sloping down her neck draw my attention to the dip of her collarbone, then lower to the enticing bounce of her tits as they jiggle beneath her white tank top, drawing the eye of every fucker she walks past.
And she doesn’t even notice.
Heat pulses in my balls, my zipper straining. I bite my bottom lip and discreetly rearrange my junk. Today isn’t the first time I’ll start class with a boner. Being friends with a walking wet dream has made me a pro at hiding them.
Lacey catches me staring, a soft blush coloring her neck, dusting the supple flesh beneath.
Is she thinking about last night? Did she dream about me? I suck in a deep breath, desperate for any hint of pussy still lingering on her fingers, even though she’s too far away to smell.
She stops in front of me, skin colored in her emotions, reminding me of strawberry ice cream. I’d beg her for a taste if I didn’t love her so much,
Her smile is shy. “Hey.”
“Hello, Lovely Lacey.” I slide my arm over her shoulder because it’s our routine and because I can’t stand to be so close and not touch her. I brush my nose against her forehead and breathe in. There’s no hint of strawberry, but her floral scent is better than coffee or cherry cola.
She looks up at me with that shy smile that makes me feel like a kid noticing girls for the first time.
I give her a seductive one in return. “Did you enjoy your show last night?”
Her chest heaves as she sucks in a surprised breath and holds it. From this angle, I can see tiny points tenting her shirt.
She nods, her skin crimson now.
I grin into her hair.
“We should…” She points toward the open doors of the lecture hall.
Following her lead, we walk into the room and find two empty seats in the middle row.
Plastic crinkles as I pull out an almost empty packet of gummy bears from my pocket. “Want one?”
Her brows pull together, causing a cute line to bunch between. “How do you eat what you do and still look like that?”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Sexercise.”
She lets out a soft, breathy laugh and rolls her eyes before looking into the bag. “There’s only two left.”
I nudge the bag closer. “Take one.”
“Red is your favorite, right?” She reaches for the green.
I snatch the bag away. “Which one do you want?”
“I don’t care.”
“Lacey.” I lower my voice, wanting her to hear the warning, sensing the perfect moment to push her out of that comfort zone a little. “Tell me what you want.”
“Are we still talking about gummy bears?”
I hold her curious gaze until she reads the answer on my face and squirms uncomfortably. Leaning closer, she lowers her voice to barely a whisper. “What makes you think I want to jump into bed with someone?”
I tilt my head so that my lips brush her outer ear. “Bzzzz.”
Her blush deepens, and I know her thoughts are back on her bed, hands between her thighs, pretending she isn’t coming at the same time as me. “Oh.”
“Was watching too much for you, Lovely Lacey?” I have an urge to press my lips against the pulse rapidly beating in her neck. “A real cock would stretch you so much better.”
My cock lengthens and swells until my jeans feel like a prison. Every instinct has me wanting to peel them open and stroke. I won’t be able to hide this erection from anyone.
“Fine,” she whispers, fighting her embarrassment. “Last night, watching you… it made me realize how long it’s been.”
My heart rate and breath pick up simultaneously.
“You’re right. I need…” She licks her lips, that soft pink tongue coating her bottom lip with moisture. My cock weeps in response, precum leaking from the slit.
‘“I need…” she lowers the voice to a barely a whisper, “sex.”
My cock is at full mast, and the wild smack of my heart against my ribs crushes my lungs, making it hard to breathe.
Fuck…
“And for the record,” she continues, “my body has made it clear it’s what I need… but it’s not what I want.”
She snatches the green gummy bear, leaving the red for me—her favorite.
“How do we do this?” she asks, rolling the gummy between two fingers.
She pinches and strokes the candy. My thoughts drift to another scenario, another object stroked and pinched by her delicate fingers.
I clear my throat and lift my right ankle onto my left knee, hiding the bulge between. “Do what exactly?”
Her throat bobs, and her eyes dart around the room. “Find someone for me to… you know….”
Her cheeks are a delicious pink as she mouths fuck.
Immediately she’s flat on her back, my cock lodged between her thighs as I dry hump her to orgasm in front of the entire class.
She gives me a weird look.
I blink away the fantasy, my own skin heating this time. Get it together, Olly. She isn’t asking how we fuck; she’s asking how we find her someone to fuck.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut—some other fucker will put his paws all over what’s mine.
But Lacey isn’t mine.
I’ve ruined every relationship in my past because I always want more than the other can give.
And I want Lacey.
I want to feel her walls stretch as I push inside of her one agonizing inch at a time until my cum leaks from her slit.
But admitting to Lacey that she’s the reason my cock is hard twenty-four seven will be a death sentence to our friendship.
Lacey is my better half, the antidote to my addiction. Before her, I’d fuck without thought. Now every partner is chosen for what Lacey wants and needs but is too scared to take for herself.
I’d give her everything her dirty mind desires myself if I weren’t so scared of losing her.
Sex is all I can offer, and Lacey deserves the happily ever afters she writes about—to be the leading lady in her own story.
I’m the villain in too many, so I can never have her.
The knot in my gut intensifies, rebelling against the thought of her alone with someone else, his hands touching her face, kissing her lips… loving her.
But she needs this, and I want to give her everything.
The professor walks in, and Lacey straightens up, turning into the ever-diligent student.
I stare at the lonely red bear in the packet—she should always get what she wants. I fold up the bag and put it in my pocket.
She will. I’ll make sure of it.