Chapter Nine
Olly
I wake up with my hand on my dick and Lacey’s taste on my tongue.
Memories of her silent moans bursting on my palm and the delicate flutters of her pussy squeezing my cock are anchored in my brain with perfect recall.
But it’s the sudden awareness that I was inside Lacey, joined in the most primal way, that sends my fist up and down my shaft, drawing out the memory, never wanting it to end.
But it will.
One time.
She said one fucking time.
Fuck.
I bring two fingers to my nose, and a faint trace of her scent lingers, making my cock jerk in response.
One more orgasm, and then I’ll forget how sliding inside of her felt like my first time all over again.
I grip the base of my shaft and pretend it’s her long fingers pumping me. Lifting my hips, I imagine ramming Lacey against the wall again until her silky heat surrounds me completely. Did she like the way I spread her open?
I squeeze my fist tighter, wishing it were Lacey’s tight hole.
What about her other little hole? Has she let anyone between those sexy cheeks before?
No. I don’t have to ask to know Lacey never had a cock in her ass.
I picture Lacey on all fours in front of me, looking over her shoulder in invitation.
My fist is manic, jerking up and down, my balls tight and aching.
I want her ass, pussy, and cherry-colored tongue on my dick.
I want to do everything with Lacey—only Lacey.
Every fuck since meeting Lacey has been for her, and knowing she wanted every sordid detail turned me on more than the hole I fucked…
My fist slows as my mind flies through every person I’ve been with since meeting Lacey.
My heart beats out of sync one second, then reverberates against my chest the next. They all had one thing in common: a penis.
Before meeting Lacey, I’d never actively chosen one piece of anatomy over the other. I like to fuck—it doesn’t matter whom. But watching Lacey’s eyes light up when I described sucking a cock for the first time made me want to give her a reason to look at me like that every day.
Two guys fucking turns Lacey on, and just thinking about Lacey turns me on. But it’s more than lust that connects us. She’s the only person I’ve ever been comfortable enough to be myself with and the only person I’ve ever wanted to be more for.
My cock pulses as the orgasm hits me so fast it steals my breath.
I lay on my bed panting, hand and stomach coated in my confusion.
I haven’t wanted to be with another woman since meeting Lacey.
The unexpected realization hits me just as hard. If I’m not already in love with my best friend, I’m dangerously close to falling into it.
A smile plays on my lips but quickly drops.
Lacey promised she wouldn’t fall in love with me…
Did she mean it?
Did I want her to?
Instead of easing the ache for her, being inside Lacey and knowing I never would be again only worsened the pain.
I shove myself out of bed and storm to the shower. Turning the water to scalding, I step under.
But it’s no use. Soap won’t wash Lacey off my skin. She’s soaked into every pore, so entwined with my very being that a part of me feels like it’s missing because she isn’t with me.
I can’t be just her friend anymore.
I want to be her everything.
A weight I didn’t know I was carrying lifts from my shoulders until it feels like the water pounding on my skin is the only thing stopping me from floating.
Within minutes, I’m out of the shower, dressed, and racing out of my apartment with my phone pressed to my ear.
Lacey picks up on the fourth ring. “Hey.”
My heart flutters with butterflies. Fucking butterflies.
“Hello, Lovely Lacey.” I can’t hold back the huge grin curling my mouth. “How are you feeling?”
She lets out a soft, satisfied laugh. “Really good.”
My chest puffs with pride. “Where are you?”
I start toward her apartment, anxious to be near her, to admit every soppy feeling turning me into one of her romantic leads.
“Almost to the professor’s office.”
A phantom vise tightens around my chest, and I stop walking. How did I forget about the professor? “You’re talking to him today?”
“Yeah. After yesterday, I’m feeling very… energized and motivated.”
Horny… She’s feeling horny because of my cock, and she wants to see the professor?
The ache in my chest is back with a vengeance, twisting and sawing until the organ feels mangled and useless.
“Thanks… for yesterday.” She lets out a soft sigh, and my palm prickles, remembering her hot pants as I muffled her moans. “I was a little freaked out because we’re friends, but it was…”
“Perfect.” I look up to the sky and swallow the lump thickening my throat.
“Yeah.” The smile in her voice tears at my fractured heart.
“Thank you. No one else could make me feel so different but also like nothing had changed. You’re the best friend a girl could have.”
Friend. Fucking friend.
I want to blurt out everything I’m thinking and feeling, but I can’t.
Just because I’ve decided Lacey is all I need doesn’t mean it’s fair to demand the same from her.
My shy, sweet, horny little butterfly wants her own experiences and inspiration. She doesn’t need her friend begging her to want him when she’s just breaking free of her cocoon and finding her wings.
She needs to do what she wants, and I can’t stand in her way.
I turn back to my apartment, wanting nothing more than to bury my head under the blanket until this sick feeling tightening my gut disappears. “Call me later. I want to hear all the dirty details.”
I don’t.
But I’ll listen and pretend it was me.