Chapter Eleven
Olly
I stand outside of her apartment building, hands cupping the back of my head, arousal thick and heady in my veins.
But pain slices like a knife in my chest. Is she fucking him right now?
My cock twitches at the memory of Lacey’s muffled sob against my palm, her pussy tight and hungry around my cock.
Now the professor is the one feeling her come apart.
Jealousy churns in my gut like a twisted disease, but the worst part is… I’m fucking proud of her. She’s going after what she wants—finally.
I just wish it were me.
I look up at the dark window of her third-floor apartment and pace.
What the hell am I doing here?
She’s either up there with him now or soon will be.
What did I plan to do if he turned up?
Nothing, because I’m a sucker who wants what I can’t have.
Vibrations hum against my leg, and my heart clenches, wanting it to be Lacey but knowing it won’t be.
I pull my phone from my pocket, my knuckles whitening as her name flashes on my screen.
“Lacey.” I feel as breathless as I sound, my heart pounding too fast for my lungs to catch up.
“Hey.” Her voice is soft, hesitant. “Where are you?”
“Outside your door.” It’s a confession I shouldn’t have made because my explanation is impossible. “Where are you?”
“Outside yours.”
It takes a second for me to process what she is saying. She’s not with the professor…
My feet move before I can think. “Stay there. Don’t move. I’m coming.”
Our apartments are a twenty-minute walk apart, but I make it in less than ten, heart in my throat, sweat pouring from every pore. I need a shower and water, but none of that matters when I see my favorite person standing by my door.
I watch her for a moment, remembering how it felt to be inside her—like coming home for the first time.
I want to come home to her every day.
“Lacey.”
She jumps at the sound of my voice, and her fingers knot together as she watches me walk toward her. A soft smile pulls at the corner of her mouth, and my breathing becomes manageable again.
My stomach feels like her fingers, tight and nervous. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Things are… awkward. We are never awkward.
“We have to talk.”
Fuck.
“But first, I have to tell you something.” She picks at her nails in the way she does when she is unsure.
My skin feels every scratch like a dagger. Is she going to say we fucked up our relationship by fucking and can’t be friends anymore?
No. I won’t let her. I’ll keep my dick in my pants and my goddamned mouth shut. She doesn’t have to know how being inside her ruined me for anyone else.
I pull out my keys, gripping them tightly in my fist as a distraction or a shield. “You want to go inside?”
She shakes her head. “Let me get this out first.”
Trembles make the keys rattle in my fist. I shove them into my pocket.
Taking a deep breath, she looks at me. “I sucked Professor Gibson’s penis.”
I knew it was coming, but I didn’t expect the instant hardening of my dick as I pictured my sweet little Lacey on her knees, begging for cock.
As quickly as the arousal surges, jealousy threatens to gnaw its way to the surface, but I push it aside. Lacey is beginning her journey, finally living the life she’d restricted to paper.
I’m not going to ruin it for her.
I almost groan with sick laughter. We’ve switched roles in our relationship—Lacey will be the one going out, and I’ll be sitting home alone, watching my phone.
But I’ll take whatever I can get. I’ll be the supportive best friend and lock away my stupid heart as long as I get to keep her.
I lean against the wall, folding my arms over my chest to cover the rapid beat of my heart. “And how was your first taste in years?”
Her eyes widen in surprise, and her skin blushes an arousing beet red. “You really want to talk about it?”
“That’s what we do, fuck and talk about it.” I offer her a cheeky grin. “Except this time, you’re doing the fucking.”
“I didn’t fuck him.”
My traitorous heartbeat picks up speed. “Why not?”
“I…” She hesitates. “I couldn’t do that to you… without you.”
Without me… Does that mean she would fuck the professor with me? My heart races at full speed now, my cock so hard I’m about to ejaculate into my jeans.
“I have something else to tell you.” Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as she blows out a steadying breath. “I hate green gummy bears.”
“I know.”
She looks at me, nervous, but a steely determination sparks in her eyes. “I wanted the red gummy bear, but I was too scared to admit it.”
Air slides into my throat, thick like honey, filling my lungs to bursting. I already know what she will say, but I need to hear her admit it.
“I want you, Olly.” Her eyes widen like she’s shocked at what she just said. “I know we said one time and that we’re just friends, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want to lose you, but I just… I want you.”
Warmth trickles through my veins, leaving me feeling light and relieved. I cup her cheeks with both hands and push my fingers into her hair. “You are not going to lose me.”
I tug her hair, forcing her to look at me, her lips barely an inch away, waiting for mine. “I want you too.”
Our lips crash together, her tongue hot and greedy, tasting like Lacey and my favorite salty cream that makes my cock leak.
I back her up to the hallway wall, holding her flush against it with my hips.
She pulls her mouth from mine, panting. “Is this crazy?”
My lips graze her chin, unable to stop touching her. “Yes.”
“Can we make it work?”
The pulse in her neck leaps as my lips brush across it. “Absolutely.”
My hands are all over her, groping, touching. I drag my palm down her hip, bunch the hem of her skirt in my fist and drag it up.
I find her bare center between her thighs. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
She moans.
I growl against her neck and drag one finger through her silky heat. “And you’re wet.”
I kiss a trail down to her breast. They should be bare too. No part of Lacey should be covered. My teeth find her nipple, pointing through her shirt, and bite. “Did sucking your Naughty Professor’s cock turn you on?”
“Oh…” Her moan is breathy and barely audible, but the sound goes straight to my dick, thickening it to an unbearable hardness.
I rock against her hip, seeking relief for the ache quickly growing beneath my zipper. “Tell me what you want, Lacey.”
“You,” she moans, hands gripping my head as I nibble on her cloth-covered tit, the fabric of her shirt now transparent, her sweet cherry tip visible.
“What else?” I push my fingers between her dripping lips. She’s so slick my fingers find her entrance easily.
Her bottom lip drops in a silent moan as she arches into my touch. “My own story.”
Her pussy walls grip my fingers, just like they gripped my cock. My balls tighten, a fresh load of cum boiling just for her.
I need to be inside her, every second of every fucking day—but not yet. Not until she admits every sordid desire she’s hiding from me. “Do you want to fuck the professor?”
She stiffens in my arms.
I press a thumb to her clit and circle, refusing to let her ignore the desire building in her. “Tell me.”
I drag my fingers out and push them back in. Her juices drip all over my hand, and a steady stream of precum leaks from my cock.
“Olly, I…” She bucks against my hand.
I pull my fingers away, leaving her on edge, denying her until she confesses. “Does it turn you on, having my fingers in your pussy with another man’s cum on your tongue?”
She loves it when I talk dirty, her pupils always dilating as she tries not to grind on something while I describe the hole I fucked for her.
They were all for her.
But not anymore.
I only want Lacey and whatever fantasies she wants to share.
“Please,” she begs, rocking against my fingertips, her nails clawing at my shoulders. “Please.”
I push the tip of one finger inside, teasing her. “Tell me first. Do you want the professor?”
She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Don’t you fucking hide from me. Any part of you.” I press my forehead to hers. “You are not going to lose me. Trust me. Trust us.”
Her eyes open, dark with lust. “Yes, I want the professor. But I want you more.”
The memory of her lust-stained eyes when I recounted being with two other people at once makes my balls tighten in desire and my heart clench with hope. “You can have us both.”
Her lips part in surprise, and my heart thumps with purpose. “You can have anyone you want… Just let me be there, please.”
“Yes.” She grips my shirt in her fist and slams her mouth onto mine.
This kiss is raw and decadent and almost brings me to my knees.
We’re a frenzy of lips and tongues, arms and hands, pushing and pulling, trying to get as close as possible.
My fingers thrust inside of her again and again, needing her to come apart, wanting to show my Lovely Lacey how perfect we are together. She needs to know how thankful I am that she trusts me enough to give in to her fantasies and desires and become the woman hiding behind her blush.
A door opens in the distance, and I’m all too aware that we’re in the hallway of my apartment building; anyone can walk past and see.
I start to pull away, but she shakes her head.
“Let’s go inside,” I whisper against her mouth.
She shakes her head again and loops one thigh around my hip, opening herself up wider to me and holding me in place.
She grips my arm, grinding onto my hand in wanton, needy pulses. I catch her moan on my tongue as she convulses, her entire body shuddering against mine as her sweet cream coats my hand in thick, sticky globs.
I groan into her neck, my balls aching and demanding their turn, but pride and awe overcome every other sensation. My Lovely Lacey is finally taking what she wants.
The need to take her right now, to fuck her against the wall for everyone to see, roars inside me.
But I want to take my time and explore every inch of her body with my tongue, memorize every curve with my fingers… and give her exactly what she wants.
I unlock my door and walk her backward into my apartment.
She gives me a dreamy, relaxed smile as I slam the door. “Are we going to fuck now?”
“In every room.” I growl. “But first, we’re calling the professor.”