Chapter 12 #2
Her body shook as she clung to me, and I wasn’t sure what to do. It was rare to see the women in here showing emotion like this, but having someone cry on me was a whole new ballpark. I never expected it from Lexi either, she was so strong all the damn time.
Pulling back, I gave her a disgusted look. “Ugh, of course you still look hot when you cry. I hate you.”
Surprised laughter left her as she wiped at her cheeks, giving me a shaky smile.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Crying girls really do it for me,” I deadpanned, moving the snacks onto the small table so I could lie down, motioning for her to join me.
I wasn’t good at cryers, but I also understood what it was like to contain my emotions until I broke.
Marco had been there for me, so I’d just hold her until she was done crying too.
I woke up at some point through the night to someone sliding into my bed. Lexi’s familiar scent hit me as she snuggled into me, spooning me as she got comfortable.
“Can’t sleep?” I mumbled, hearing her sigh.
“No. Can I stay in here? I’ll sneak out before morning.”
“Sure, as long as I can go back to sleep,” I chuckled, taking her hand and tucking it against my chest. It was a familiar hold that the guys always did, and I was close to falling asleep when she spoke again.
“How do you sleep alone at night after having so many people around you?”
It was obvious she wanted to talk, so I rolled over to face her, ignoring the pulling on my wounds. The low light from the common area gave me enough light to see her face, and she didn’t hide how much she was hurting.
“It was hard the first week, but I started sleeping better after that. You still struggle?”
“I guess I got used to Faith in my bed.”
“Most likely. You can sneak in whenever you need to. I kind of like it,” I chuckled, pulling back when she leaned in to kiss me. “I meant I liked cuddling, not that I’m into you.”
She groaned, sounding genuinely pained. “I know. I just think we’d both benefit from a little bit of an orgasm.”
I huffed out a laugh, poking her ribs gently. “I bet you do. I’m just not into girls, Bryant. I don’t even know the first thing about fucking them, so you’d get zero orgasms from me.”
“I usually do the fucking, but I can show you how to do it. You can close your eyes and pretend I’m a guy when I get you off, I won’t even take offense,” she offered, hesitating before lifting her hand to my face. “Please?”
“It’s a bad idea.” As much as a good orgasm would be nice, I wasn’t sure how to feel about getting one from Lexi, and I really didn’t want to feed her delusion about us being together in here.
What if she caught feelings for me too? I’d never love her back, and it would destroy the friendship we’d built.
“I can get us both off. You don’t have to do anything,” she said quickly, not understanding my issue.
“I don’t want to ruin this by giving you false hope of it being something,” I explained, her hand moving to my waist.
“I promise not to fall in love with you,” she joked, leaning closer but stopping before her lips could touch mine. “I also promise we can stop if you really don’t like it. Can I please touch you?”
My heartbeat spiked as she toyed with the waistband of my pants, but she didn’t go any further, waiting for my answer.
The guys had all said this was a good idea, so I knew they’d be okay with it.
There was no chance of me falling for her, and I trusted her with my body.
I just wasn’t sure how to feel about messing around with a girl.
It would feel good, surely, and I’d probably come fast too since I hadn’t even touched myself to make up for the lack of sex I was having.
“I don’t know what to do,” I mumbled, her fingers continuing to toy with the waistband.
“I’ll guide you. I’ll get you off first.”
“Okay, but if I say stop—”
“Stop is a full sentence, which I understand. If you’re uncomfortable or don’t like something, just say it. I’ll look after you,” she replied, and I nodded, nerves hitting me as she slid her hand into my panties.
Her lips were soft on mine as she lightly rubbed my clit. Even with my eyes closed, I was very aware it was a girl touching me. Her scent, skin, and lips felt nothing like any of the guys’, but it wasn’t bad or anything.
The pace was slow, helping me to relax as she slowly teased me. When my wounds started hurting from being pressed into the bed, she insisted I roll onto my back.
Being naked around her in the shower block was very different to her stripping us both, and I felt like I did that first night with Caden. I didn't know what to do with my hands, whether I was supposed to do anything or just lie there.
Was I meant to grab her boob or something? What did the guys do to me all the time?
“Stop thinking,” she whispered, moving between my legs as she braced above me, her long blonde hair tickling my chest and face as I peered up at her.
“Am I supposed to do anything?” I grumbled, feeling stupid.
“No, but you can touch me, if you want.”
“But how? This was a dumb idea,” I answered, feeling my face heat. Why the fuck had I agreed to this?
“It’s not dumb. You’ll feel really good in a minute,” she promised, leaning down to kiss my neck as her fingers toyed with my pussy, her other arm moving to the bed beside my head to brace herself.
My breath hitched as she eased a finger inside, her thumb lightly rubbing against my clit. “Close your eyes for me.”
I did as she said, feeling my body waking up more. It was hard to get turned on by someone you weren’t attracted to, but the feeling of her finger inside me was definitely helping.
I lifted a hand without opening my eyes, sliding it around her side and down to her waist. Her skin was so soft, and I moved my hand lower before pausing on her abdomen.
Her lips felt good on my skin, and I lifted my hips slightly for more as she added a second finger.
“Faster,” I said quietly, unsure if she took requests or not, but she did as instructed as her teeth gently sank into my throat with a soft moan like she enjoyed me bossing her around.
Curiosity got the better of me and I moved my hand between her legs, finding her soaked. Did I play with her clit to start like she did with mine? She was super wet, so she probably didn’t need the warm-up that I did.
Deciding to just do what she’d done to play it safe, I pressed two fingers to her clit and rubbed in small circles, a shudder rolling through her.
She parted her legs more as she kept fucking me with her fingers, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter the more she worked.
Maybe this would work after all?
I knew she liked it when I eased a finger inside her because her mouth found mine with a desperate groan, her hand working me a little faster in the process. Tingles grew and a moan slipped free from me before I could stop it, her hand going a little harder until I came with a startled shriek.
“Shh,” she warned in my ear as I fought to stay quiet as her fingers slowed for me to ride it out, her hips rolling a little to encourage me to keep moving my hand.
My brain wasn’t working, so she needed to wait a minute.
“Feel better?” she teased, lifting her hand from my pussy to her mouth to suck her fingers clean.
There was no way I was doing that. Getting her off with my hand was one thing, but I had zero desire to taste her.
“Don’t talk to me, I need to unscramble my brain,” I answered, making her chuckle.
“Forgot how your hand works too?”
“I’m not good at multitasking.”
“You were doing a good job before you screamed,” she smirked. “Two fingers, and use your other hand to rub my clit.”
I did as she asked, making her curse as I must have gotten the right rhythm going.
She was braced above me, her breathing becoming choppy as she got closer, and then she was burying her face in my neck to muffle the sounds leaving her as her pussy pulsed around me.
How did guys not know when girls faked it? It was kind of obvious when it was real.
I removed my hand, and she caught me off guard a little when she sucked my fingers.
“Thanks, Donovan,” she murmured, pulling away so she could get dressed, handing my clothes over in the process.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. It hadn’t been bad, but I’d definitely felt like something was missing. I got to come though, so I couldn’t complain.
“Hey, you’re not having post-orgasm panic, are you?” she asked, making me realize I hadn’t made a move to get dressed.
“No. Sorry.” I started pulling my clothes on, and she frowned.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I was just thinking. I’m definitely not gay,” I joked, making her snort.
“Did you just call me bad in bed? You didn’t like it?”
“It was good, it just wasn’t the same,” I said carefully. A light laugh left her as she got comfortable beside me again, curling into me when I laid back down.
“I won’t take offense. To be fair, I was going to keep going, but I thought that might not be what you wanted. Baby steps.”
“Bryant, that was a one-off. You got to come to help you sleep, and I got to see what all the fuss was about. That’s the end of it,” I warned. I should have sent her back to her room, but the thought of being on my own after doing that made me uneasy.
“Sure thing,” she answered brightly, her hand slipping up my shirt to rest on my stomach as she spooned me again.
Sleep dragged her under fast, but I was awake for at least another hour before managing to get back to sleep, going over my feelings multiple times in my head.
I also really hoped no one had heard us.