Chapter 18 #3
He leaned down and slowly pulled the vibrator away.
I took a shaky breath as he got right above my face.
“You did so well for me. I’m going to get between your legs.
I’m going to finger you. I’m going to open you up for me, okay?
I’m going to try and fuck another orgasm out of you.
Do you think you can do that? Do you need a break? ”
I was already shaking my head. “No. More. Want more.” I wanted everything. I wanted him inside of me. I needed to feel him. Needed him.
He moved in between my legs, pushing them up in the way he needed them. All I had to do was keep them in that position. All I had to do was be good for him. I could be good for him.
It was the first time I was able to look down at what I was wearing. The leash was black and curled up beside me, leading up to my neck. The panties were made of a gorgeous, intricate black lace. There were straps wrapping behind me, leading to an open back. Easy access. Beautiful.
I looked beautiful.
I felt beautiful.
The first lubed finger against my hole had me shaking. I let my head fall back as Forrest opened me up, getting me ready for his cock. I was swimming in desire and pleasure, unsure of the world as I saw it around me.
My cum was starting to dry in my underwear. My cock was limp but trying its best with each twist of Forrest’s fingers to come back to life. I was so fucking happy.
Even happier when he leaned over me, pushing my legs further back.
Even happier when I felt his tip press against me.
Even happier when he took my lips in a rough kiss as he thrust into me for the first time.
The stretch was always my favorite. I moaned into his mouth, letting him swallow it. I licked over his tongue, feeling the barbell right in the center. I swallowed him as much as he did me.
I smoothed my hands up his arms, gripping onto his shoulders as he buried himself inside of me. I clenched around him, trying to keep him even closer. His thrusts were slow and short at first.
But then they stayed that way. Forrest’s sweat dripped onto my forehead as he pressed against mine. I looked into his eyes, getting lost in all the beauty I could see in them.
We were so close. Impossibly close. I wanted to be closer still.
I wrapped my legs around his lower back and wrapped my arms around him, pressing our chests flush against each other. I found greed, picked it up with my bare hands, and crushed it between my palms. I kissed him.
I didn’t wait for him to kiss me.
I kissed him, and I held his face while I did it. While he slowly thrust into me in deep, hard, punctuated movements. He shifted my hips enough to ram against my prostate, forcing me apart from him as I thrashed against the bed beneath us.
His lips trailed up and down my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. It was no longer about making me come.
It was about us.
Such a shift, though not sudden in the slightest. It’d always been there. From the first night we’d slept together, this had been there between us.
“Forrest,” I whispered.
“Jack,” he moaned into my skin.
It was a gradual build. So gradual, I hadn’t even noticed it. His stomach was rubbing against my cock just right. His cock was hitting my prostate just hard enough. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, Jack. Come for me, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll catch you.”
Forrest would catch me. Forrest had me. My stomach muscles tightened as I dug my nails into his back. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t normal. The feeling in my chest… It was in my heart.
My fucking heart was pounding, and it was pounding his name as I opened my mouth and finally let it out. “Forrest, Forrest, Forrest…” I was a broken record. I was on repeat because there was nothing else on my mind. Just him. Only him. No, that was a lie.
It was him, and it was me. Together.
Forrest shoved his face into the crook of my neck, biting down on the skin there as he thrust into me one final time. It was hard. Hard enough to make me scoot back on the bed.
He came, and he deflated. I watched his back rise and fall as we panted together, floated together, and existed together. Like we belonged together.
No one had ever treated me like Forrest Castillo had.
Not even in the way he took care of me so gently, pulling the lingerie off my body and slowly cradling me in his arms. Our skin was sticky with sweat, and I was burning the fuck up from how hot it was, but that didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter when we both liked each other as much as we did.
Fucking friend dates. Fucking friends with benefits. Fucking friends.
We weren’t meant to be friends. We were meant to be so much fucking more, and I’d deprived us of that from the very beginning. Me. I was the one who couldn’t possibly stand the idea of falling in love with someone, which was stupid, because I already was. I already had.
I took a deep breath, inhaling Forrest’s scent one more time. I knew I was about to fall into the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.
Tomorrow. I’d tell him tomorrow. Tomorrow, we'll be more. Tomorrow, I was going to ask him out on a date. Not a friend date. A real, true fucking date date.