19. Mia
NINETEEN
Mia
I try to learn the things I don’t know about Elias after twenty-nine years of friendship. The little odds and ends that have never come up. “What kind of porn do you like to watch?” I ask him, while we’re sitting on the couch and watching a really juicy scene from Bridgerton.
He laughs. “Is this a trick question?”
“No,” I say, nuzzling even further into his side. “You know what kind of porn I like to watch. I just want to know what turns you on.”
He sits up and grips my chin to look at him. “You’re sure you’re okay having this conversation?”
“Yes! You know me, Elias, I don’t care. It’s just porn.” I mean, really. Everyone watches it.
He searches my eyes. I try to project ‘I don’t care; it’s just porn; everyone watches it.’
It works, apparently, because he shrugs and lets go of my chin. “I’m pretty boring, actually. Nothing crazy.”
“Do you have a type of woman you like to watch?”
He looks at me pointedly, his eyes scanning my body from head to toe with purpose. “Really, Mia?”
“Right. Obviously,” I laugh. “How about like, situation? Scene? Style?”
“I’m not into hardcore BDSM stuff,” he says after thinking. “And I’m not into role-play or anything degrading. I like watching regular people having regular sex,” he shrugs.
“Regular blondes having regular sex.”
He doesn’t deny it. “Although, I do prefer POV porn.”
“What’s that?”
“I think it stands for Point of View? Like, when the guy is holding the camera and all you see in the video is the girl he’s fucking.”
I think about that. “Because it’s like you’re doing the fucking.”
“Yep.”
I hum, watching another epic dance scene at a Bridgerton ball.
Suddenly, Elias turns back to me. Slowly. A predator with a gleam in its eye. “Mia?”
I eye him. “What?”
“Do you wanna make one?”
My brain scrambles a bit. “Uh…”
“A POV video?” he clarifies.
“Um…” I flail. “I don’t know. It seems kind of permanent.”
“Having a sex tape of you on my phone? I guess. I already have tons of your photos of your tits and pussy, though. It’s all for our eyes only, obviously.” He studies me for a moment. “But that’s okay. Never mind, if it makes you uncomfortable.” He settles back into the couch, already over it.
It’s that response that makes me think about it. The man who knows me like the back of his hand, reading me and my reaction, taking a big step back and dropping something the moment he sees I’m not comfortable.
What’s holding me back? I guess I’d be worried that it got out somehow, but I know at a bone-deep, molecular level that Elias would never do that. I trust Elias more than anyone in the entire universe.
I imagine a sex video of me on Elias’s phone. I imagine him watching it, jacking off to it, and I have an unexpected reaction. A twisted part of me feels almost… special? Significant? I’d feel special, I think, having this legendary Adonis getting off to a video of… me .
This inexplicably gets me wet.
“Let’s do it,” I tell him.
Elias glances over. He must see something on my face, because he turns his body to face me, now fully attuned. He raises a perfect eyebrow. He remains silent.
“I want it,” I whisper. I really do, I realize.
His eyes darken. He licks his lips. I track the movement. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say, with more conviction this time. “Will you teach me what to do? What you like to watch?”
He shakes his head. “Absolutely not. We’re going to do whatever you’re comfortable with. You’re calling the shots. I’m going to like whatever you do, Mia. I’m going to watch it over and over again.”
This small comment fills me with a profound sense of confidence. Of the power I’m about to have over this man. Of the trust I have in him. I nod. “Take your phone out, then.”
He runs his tongue between his teeth and his top lip, that lethal look crossing his face again. This is my one of my favorite new Elias looks. It goes straight to my nipples. He pulls out his phone.
“Start recording,” I tell him.
He does.
I’m squirming now, desperate for pressure. I take a deep breath and peel my shirt off first. I try to be slow. I get an arm stuck, as if I’ve never worn a shirt before and it’s now my first time ever taking one off. I huff a laugh at how unsexy it is, but Elias’s face hasn’t changed at all, still intently hungry. My bra is next, and I reach around to unhook it. My nipples are rock hard in the chill of the room, but I’m hot. Burning up. Elias’s swallow is audible in the quiet space. “Can you like… talk?” I ask weakly. “I like when you’re talking to me.”
His grin spreads slowly. “Your tits are so pretty, Gorgeous. Push them together for me? Play with them?”
I smile despite myself, doing as he asks, pushing them together and enjoying the feel of my fingers rubbing slow circles on my nipples. “I thought I was calling the shots,” I tell him.
“Sorry,” he says, looking about as unapologetic as someone can look. “That was a request, not a command.”
“This feels better than usual,” I whisper. “They’re so sensitive.”
“You like my eyes on you,” he says factually, because it is, in fact, a fact. I like how hungry I’m making him look, too. “I can’t take them off you. You’re magnetic.”
I wonder if I’m more sensitive all over. I stand slightly, just enough to pull off my leggings and panties. I peel them off, making this a little sexier, slower. I throw them on the floor next to me. Feeling a little bolder, I lean back against the armrest of the couch, propping one foot up on the couch and the other on the floor, spreading myself wide open for Elias.
The resounding groan I get makes it all worth it. “Fuck, baby.” He mashes the hand he isn’t using to hold his phone into the bulge of his sweatpants. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. You’re already drenched for me. You’re getting it all over the couch.”
“You make me so wet,” I whisper.
“Can you touch yourself? I know I said I wasn’t calling the shots. That’s why I’m asking. Nicely. Begging. Please?”
I do feel more sensitive, biting back a moan once I get my fingers on my clit. “Feels so good.” I dip a finger in. I make it two.
Elias has already shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs and is stroking himself. “Look how hard you’re making me,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking sexy, spreading all that cream around your pussy. I can’t wait to feel it around this dick.”
I like watching him, too, I realize, getting improbably wetter at the sight of his huge hand wrapped around his cock, watching as he puts more pressure towards the head, rotating with a flick of his wrist. I want to do it. I want him to film me doing it.
I crawl towards him and pull his pants all the way off.
“Oh god,” he murmurs, lifting his legs momentarily. “Oh fuck.”
I get on all fours and wrap my hand around him, mimicking his earlier movements. His hips jerk. He drops his phone, then searches for it frantically to point it back towards his dick and my face.
I make sure I look directly into the camera lens when I take a slow, lewd lick up his length. It pulses in my hand, and I take that opportunity to wrap my mouth around the head, still looking into the camera.
Elias fucking loses it. “Look at your gorgeous lips around my cock. Fuck, it feels so good. Your mouth is heaven. I want to live here forever. Give me some suction, yes,” he hisses, once I do. He thrusts into my mouth twice, making me gag just a little bit. I enlist my hand for assistance. “God yes, make it messy. Fuck, this is so hot. You’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait for you to see yourself on camera.”
I moan around him. My clit is pulsing. I reach back to give it some relief, jolting at the sensitivity, shocked when I find how much wetter I’ve gotten. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on. Fuck this.
I pull off with a pop. He curses. “Get up here and ride my face, beautiful. I want a taste of that delicious cream. It’s all mine.”
“Nope,” I say, the Elias way, climbing over him and straddling him. “Get the phone ready,” I warn.
“Fuck, Mia, goddammit,” he says, but listens to me, angling the phone so that it captures my hand tilting his cock back and positioning it at my entrance. I start my journey down. Slow, so slow, the slowest I’ve ever gone, relishing in the feeling.
“Holy fucking shit, baby,” Elias is babbling, lost. “This is unreal. Watching you stretch around this big dick. Fuck. You’re so wet I can slide right in. Fuck,” he grits his teeth once he bottoms out. “I lied. I want to live in this pussy forever. Your mouth was divine, but your pussy is heaven. This is where I live now. This is my home.”
I’m filled with adrenaline and warmth at the power I have sitting up here on my dick throne, Elias’s praise seeping into every vein of my body. I am special. I am sexy. I start to move, rolling my hips and grinding, a little more dramatically than I need to, making sure to ham it up for the camera. “God, Elias,” I breathe. “You feel so good inside me.” I make sure to lift up and sink down so he can get some footage of his dick disappearing inside me. I do this for a long bit of time, just enjoying myself, relishing in reducing this man to a babbling mess.
Finally, he can’t take it anymore. He groans suddenly, starting to thrust up. “Ride me, baby. Harder. Make those tits bounce. Get yourself off. I want to see you come. Grind that little clit on my body.”
My eyes shut as I bathe in his voice, getting closer and closer. Feeling his dick drag against my front walls.
“You can close your eyes now, Mia, but I want them open when you come,” he grits out. “Focus all that energy on using this dick, baby, that’s right. There you go,” he says, when he feels me pulsing around him.
It’s a big one, starting from the base of my spine. “Open your eyes now, Gorgeous. Fuck. Look at you,” he says, and I snap my eyes open and moan an inhuman sound.
“Elias,” I choke, and suddenly I’m airborne and on my back, my ass hanging off the edge of the couch. Elias is on his knees on the floor, his phone now capturing where he’s slamming into me.
“My turn,” he hisses. “I love watching you like this, watching my big dick stretch you out. I love fucking you so hard I make your tits bounce.” He shoves his pointer and middle fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, making sure to film his fingers getting wet, capturing my moan as I wrap my tongue around the rough skin. “You make the prettiest little noises.” He moves his fingers down to my nipples to twist. “You’re gonna make me come, Mia. You’re the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen. Your pussy has no business being this good.”
The cadence of his hips gets a little rougher, more erratic. I look into the camera one last time, feeling like a goddess. “Fill me up,” I whisper, and Elias loses it, unleashing, phone forgotten on the couch next to me. I don’t come again, but I don’t care, because this feeling is just as good, like I’m floating away, like I’m the queen of the fucking universe. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he buries his face in my neck with a shout.
“Shit,” he’s moaning against my skin, thrusting deep, hard. “Fuck.” He collapses on top of me, and I feel his heart hammering into my chest. I tighten my hold, squeezing as hard as I can, feeling awash with… feelings. Warmth, security. Like hot chocolate on a chilly day.
“One more thing,” Elias says suddenly. He paws around on the couch next to me and finds his phone, now angling it to where he’s pulling out of me. “Bear down and push my come out.” He moves back and focuses the phone on my pussy. I try and push weird muscles I’m not sure I have complete control of, but I feel his come drip out of me. “Good girl,” he whispers. “That’s right, get it all over the couch. I want to think of this moment every time I sit right here.”
He taps the phone, a noise indicating he’s stopped filming, then throws it aside. Then he picks me up, lies down lengthwise on the couch and drapes my body on top of his, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my face, my neck. “Thank you for that,” he whispers.
“That was for me,” I tell him.
“For both of us,” he sighs. “Thank you.”
I snuggle in further and clamp my mouth shut so I don’t utter this thing that I’m feeling inside.
“ONE, TWO, THREE,” Emmanuel screams.
“EYES ON ME!” the bar screams back.
“THREE, TWO, ONE!”
“DOWN AND DONE!”
The bar is silent as PS 2 staff take their shots. We’re at Tim’s, the dive a few blocks from our school, our regular Friday happy hour haunt.
Georgia eyes Elias. “You think you’re better than us or something?”
Elias laughs after sipping his water. “Can’t drink. Gotta work. I have to leave for the gym in a second. I have two sessions tonight.”
“That’s… surprisingly responsible of you,” Georgia says, impressed.
Elias’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t say anything.
I squeeze Elias’s arm in reassurance, then lean over him to place my empty shot glass on the bar. He resumes playing with my hair, twirling it around his fingers. I don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it, but I’m not going to stop him. I feel like a contented cat again, snuggling into his side. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer, kissing the top of my head.
The third-grade team eyes us in silence.
“ Fuck you two!” Georgia finally yells.
I rear back, shocked.
Emmanuel cackles with glee, bouncing on his toes and clapping his hands. “You each owe me twenty dollars and one of your preps,” he tells Georgia and Tamika.
They groan.
“The fuck? How you manage to call it every time?” Tamika says, digging her wallet out of her backpack.
“What the fuck, guys?” Georgia yells at me and Elias, outraged. “That escalated far too quickly.”
Elias looks far too smug for someone who demanded ‘just sex’ just a few weeks ago.
“We’re just friends-with-benefits. Lifelong-friends-with-benefits,” I tell slash remind everyone standing around me.
Everyone scoffs.
Elias grins. He grabs me by the face with one hand, squeezing my cheeks together and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on my now puckered lips. “Gotta go,” he tells me, eyes sparkling, Dimple on full display. “I’ll see you at home later,” he says, before slapping my ass and walking out of the bar.
“Mm-hmm,” Tamika says, after he’s gone. “Lifelong-friends-with-benefits,” she tells me.
“We’re just fucking,” I grumble. “He was very clear about that.”
“Then why does it seem like you were married for ten years then divorced for two, but then you made a drunken mistake and fucked, which in turn rekindled your relationship and now you are remarried?” Emmanuel asks.
“Oddly specific,” Tamika tells him. “But apt.”
Even I have to agree. “It’s probably because we’ve known each other our entire lives. Our families are best friends. I grew up next door to him for fifteen, sixteen years? Until he went to college? We’ve lived together for the last five years, for fuck’s sake. We know literally everything there is to know about each other.”
“Everything except for sexy things,” Georgia reminds me.
“Yeah. Which is why I guess this ‘escalated far too quickly’,” I say, with finger-quotes. “We were able to skip all the getting to know you parts.”
“But now you’re getting to know his dick,” Emmanuel says.
I don’t deny it.
“What’s it like? Please share with the class, honey,” Emmanuel whispers. “He is Big Dick Energy. Like the phrase was coined about him.”
Tamika smacks him. “What did we say about being a size queen?”
“I’m not a size queen,” he scoffs. “I’m just curious. I’m like… the Size Court Scholar. Size Philosopher. Size Master. Size?—”
“I’m not answering that question,” I tell him.
“All is well. I have surmised the answer.”
“This is so fascinating ,” Georgia breathes. “You guys have always been so close and touchy-feely. This just seems so natural.”
I rub my temples.
“I can’t even ask you if you like him like that. You’re family friends. You grew up together. You obviously love him.”
I don’t share that this is all what is stressing me out the most about this entire lifelong-sex-friends situation. How natural it seems. How fast it’s moving. How fast I’m falling.
“And you love his micro-penis ,” Emmanuel says pointedly, eyeing me.
“It’s not—” I start, but then stop when Emmanuel leans in, eyes wide. I sigh.