Chapter 2
Kyle’s fingers dance across my knee as I navigate the car out of the airport pickup zone. “Did you miss me?”
Surprise tightens my forehead as I reflect on every conversation we’ve had over the last two weeks.
I initiated each one, and he was often too busy to talk for more than five minutes at a time, so shouldn’t I be the one asking that?
I don’t want to start an argument after two weeks apart, so I force a smile. “Of course.”
He grips my thigh. His palm is a hot and heavy weight on my skin rather than a warm and enticing promise. I must be stressed because traffic is hectic and it’s hard to concentrate. I pull my leg out of his reach. “I’m driving.”
Once we are out of the car and in my apartment, I’ll show him my new lingerie and make sure he doesn’t fall asleep until he makes my toes curl.
I grin at Ally’s command, then warm as I remember Liam’s reaction. Did I really make him hard?
I blink in surprise at the thought, my knuckles tightening on the steering wheel. What the heck was that? It doesn’t matter how my friend reacted to my new purchases—I bought it for Kyle, my boyfriend.
I take a few deep breaths until Liam is out of my head and all of my attention is on what will happen when Kyle and I get back to my apartment. This lace itches like crazy, but maybe Ally is right and it will make Kyle pay attention to more than just his finish line.
Kyle flops back in the seat, fingertips drumming on his knee. “If I were driving, I’d let you blow me.”
So you can come before I do and then be too tired to get me off… like always. Irritation makes me tense, but I let my hand drift to his thigh and squeeze in reassurance. “Waiting will be worth it.”
He takes my touch as an invitation. Dragging his zipper down, Kyle shoves my hand between the opening and groans. He curls his fingers over mine and pumps his cock with our joined hands.
Guilt makes me squeeze and pump slowly up and down once. It’s been two weeks; he must be aching. But the selfish side of me wants more than getting him off in the car and watching television for the rest of the night.
I offer him a smile full of promise but pull my hand free. “We’re almost at my place.”
Shaking his head, Kyle shoves his cock back into his jeans and turns away from me.
“Hey,” I say, trying to not crash the car while dealing with his tantrum. “I missed you.”
Kyle’s gaze doesn’t move from the passenger window. “Doesn’t seem like it.”
Guilt twists in my gut. He obviously missed me, but I only live twenty minutes from the airport. Is it really that hard to wait until we are home so we can both enjoy ourselves? “Are you seriously annoyed because I don’t want to give you a hand job while driving?”
He scoffs. “I don’t know why I bothered trying. There’s no bed in the car.”
“What does that mean?”
His brows pull together, and he shakes his head. “You never want to fuck outside of the bedroom.”
“That’s not true.”
My apartment building is in sight at the end of the street. I steer the car into a parking spot and turn it off. My hands shake as I grip the wheel, trying to comprehend what he just said. “What…”
Kyle is out of the vehicle—bag in hand—without a backward glance.
Is he right? Have we only ever slept together in bed? Our nights together in the twelve months since we started dating flash through my mind. The location changed depending on whose apartment we ended up in, but every moment had one thing in common—a bed.
Kyle has already used his key to open the door and is sitting in the middle of the couch when I walk in. He doesn’t even notice my entrance; his head is tilted down, and his eyes are focused on his phone.
I scan my apartment. Liam’s bedroom door is closed, so he is already on his date. The apartment is uncomfortably quiet without him here. If I’d just picked Liam up from the airport, the room would be filled with nonstop chatter and laughter over pizza and beer as we caught up.
Kyle and I haven’t seen each other in weeks, and his face is still stuck in his phone.
His accusation hits me like a punch to the gut. Was it me who chose the bed every time? Is that why things have been so off between us lately?
If we did it on the kitchen counter or couch, would he be interested enough to make sure I enjoyed myself too?
The apartment is empty; there is no chance of anyone interrupting us…
Adrenaline pumps through my veins in an unexpected rush. Can I do this?
My fingers tremble as I push the denim jacket off my shoulders. Metal buttons clink on the wooden floor like a siren alerting the entire neighborhood that I’m about to have sex in the living room… where there is no bed.
I tug my dress over my head and let it land with a whoosh at my feet. I’m standing in my living room, wearing nothing but the blue lace Liam approved of earlier.
Remembering my best friend’s words makes my skin tingle, and anticipation builds low in my belly. I want Kyle’s eyes to burn the way Liam’s did when he looked at me. Would Kyle’s body react just as quickly?
I walk toward my boyfriend, swinging my hips more with each step, my confidence building, but Kyle doesn’t look up.
Irritation replaces the excited tingle on my skin. I clear my throat.
Kyle looks up, his brow furrowed in annoyance, but his eyes quickly widen in surprise. Scrambling to lock his phone, he tosses it onto the couch beside him and reaches for his buckle.
Barely a second passes before his jeans are around his ankles and he’s reaching for me.
My irritation grows. I can see the night playing out in vivid detail because I’ve been here before—Kyle eager to find his release and leaving me unsatisfied.
Again.
I step out of his reach and shake my head. I’m getting that orgasm tonight even if I have to do a little prep work myself.
I grip the straps of my bra and slide them down my shoulders until my breasts spill out.
“This is what I’m talking about.” Kyle grins as he grips his cock and strokes.
I should love how his eyes darken and roam over my body, but the expected arousal doesn’t follow.
I feel awkward and uncomfortable on display while Kyle jerks his cock so fast that I’m worried he will blow before I even get close.
Maybe he’s right. Do I need a bed?
The suggestion is on the tip of my tongue, but Kyle closes his eyes and throws his head back against the couch, moaning.
His reaction shuts my mouth and urges me on. If I focus on myself, like Kyle is, I can get my body right to the edge and then slide onto Kyle’s cock for the finish.
I close my eyes also and try to focus, stroking and pinching my nipples.
I usually get myself off within minutes, but I can’t relax.
Even though I’m in control, my body is in self-preservation mode with Kyle in the room—refusing to chase a promise of relief that may never come, like so many nights before.
Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, I picture Kyle’s hands on me and slide one of mine down my belly and beneath my panties. I rock my hips against my fingers, desperately seeking any hint of that sweet spot.
Nothing.
I open my eyes in defeat and freeze.
Liam stands in the kitchen, eyes as wide as the dirty plate in his hand.
Where did he come from?
I quickly look toward his bedroom door, now open, a blue glow from the TV coming from inside.
He was home…
What happened to his date?
Kyle moans, and my attention darts to my boyfriend, pleasuring himself with his eyes closed, oblivious to our voyeur.
I look back to Liam, aware I’m standing in the middle of our living room in barely anything with one hand on my breast, the other between my thighs. Silently, I plead with him to flash me a dirty smile and crack a joke.
But he doesn’t speak, doesn’t move.
In all our years of living together, I’ve never walked in on Liam with a girl. I’ve crossed a line and broken some unspoken roommate rule about sex behind closed doors.
Why is he just staring instead of calling me out?
Heat tingles up and down my spine, but I can’t figure out if it’s embarrassment, guilt… or something else.
It should be guilt. I’m the worst roommate. I need to get dressed and then apologize.
Dragging my fingers upward, I try to slip them from my panties but brush my swollen bud instead.
A spiral of sensation tightens low in my belly, and that surge of want I’ve been chasing blooms between my thighs.
I gasp in surprise, and the hand on my breast squeezes my nipple on instinct.
Liam’s green eyes flare, and he stumbles forward, silently placing the plate on the counter and gripping the edge as though holding himself up.
Liam’s stare soaks into my skin, sizzling from my nipples to my thighs.
My clit pulses beneath my fingers as though he is looking right at it, puffy and aching for friction. My nipples tighten to steel-like points with each ragged breath I suck in, desperate to be pinched… or sucked.
The heat tingling up and down my spine is definitely not embarrassment.
I must stop this, apologize to Liam, and flee to my bedroom. Kyle can’t accuse me of choosing the bed this time. It’s a necessity.
But I can’t bring myself to move, to take my eyes off Liam’s as they roam down my body, more intense than when he walked in on me trying the lingerie on.
Is he hard again?
Need pulses low in my belly, and a current of desire swirls in my veins, promising sweet relief. If I lower myself onto Liam’s cock right now, I’ll come instantly.
No, Kyle… Kyle’s cock. It’s my boyfriend’s cock that will make my toes curl, but it’s Liam’s brutal stare swelling my clit and making my body come to life.
My best friend watching me is turning me on.
The realization should send me running back into the friend zone, but Liam's eyes lock on mine, his chest heaving with silent breaths. Need and desire take control, and my hand slides further into my panties, wetness soaking my fingers.
Liam's knuckles whiten on the edge of the counter. His stare is unwavering as he watches my hand move beneath the lace, stroking and curling until I find my entrance and push two fingers inside.
My mouth opens in a silent moan, and my eyelids grow heavy. The ache to be filled grows with each pulse of my fingers, and the intensity rolling off Liam makes me need more. I pluck at one nipple, twisting and stroking, then pinch it between two fingers. Hard.
Shudders rack my body, and my legs tremble. I'm about to fall, but I can't stop. Harder and faster, I pinch my nipple and rock against my fingers. The wet sound of my arousal fills the room and turns me on even more.
This is it. I'm going to come; I don't even care if it's on my fingers. The tension inside me is already tighter and wilder than I've ever felt.
All because of my voyeuristic best friend.
"Fuck."
I startle in surprise and look down at the couch. Kyle sits with his eyes still shut, chest panting, and a fist covered in white cream.
Shock makes me stiffen. I'd forgotten Kyle was here. I’d been so lost in my desire that all I could see was Liam.
I look up as Liam’s back disappears into his room, the door silently closing behind him. Warmth leeches from the room, taking the arousal in my belly with it.
Noooo. I’d been so close.
“That was hot, babe.” Kyle pushes his quickly deflating cock beneath his zipper. “You really did miss me.”
I nod, too shocked to make a sound as Kyle walks to the bathroom. I stare at Liam’s door, but I can’t figure out if I want him to open it or hide behind it forever so I can pretend this never happened.
But the look in Liam’s eyes as he watched me touch myself is burned in my mind.
There is no way I can pretend it never happened.
But what am I supposed to do now?