Warning bells sound in my head over how I’m breaking the rules of friendship and common decency by taking advantage of my friend, but my dirty, depraved side ignores all the reasoning as my cock throbs in my hand, my balls tightening into hard nuts ready to crack.
I’m a greedy asshole, unsatisfied with just one taste.
Closing my lips around her nipple, I suck, softly enough not to wake her but hard enough to turn her creased flesh to silk on my tongue. I suck and lick, stroke and thrust—my cock pumping into my fist like it would fuck into her slick hole.
My teeth graze the edge of her pebble, and Lacey moans in her sleep, arching her back and thrusting her nipple deeper into my mouth.
A soft, delicate sigh escapes her lips and sends lightning ricocheting from my balls, her reaction to my touch like fuel to my arousal. My cock pulses, blowing the first jet of cum into my fist. I hold back the groan as I suck her nipple harder and cup the head of my cock, catching the last ribbons of sticky cream.
Lacey sighs again, slower and deeper this time.
The sound wakes me out of my erotic stupor. I release her nipple and snap my eyes to her face. She lies there, still sleeping, blissfully unaware that I have a palm full of cum and the illicit taste of her body on my tongue.
Her breathing deepens and her cheeks flush. One hand slowly moves from the bed to her covered nipple, and she palms her breast with sleepy indulgence.
Cream slides between my fingers and drips onto the sheet. I need to clean up, but my eyes are glued to her hand as it trails a path down her stomach, beneath the blanket, to the center of her thighs. Lacey’s lips part in a soft moan, and her hips rock in a slow, steady rhythm.
Fuck…
My breathing is labored, and my deflated cock thickens again. I’m a wet, sticky mess, but my fist tightens around my shaft. Using my own cum as lubrication, I stroke.
The blanket puffs where her hand scissors between her thighs, and a slight frown line pulls between her brows. Her back arches, bare nipple glistening with my spit as the tight bud reaches upward. Is it looking for my mouth?
Knowing my tongue made my shy Lacey hot enough to masturbate in her sleep sends me careening toward a second release.
Flattening my tongue, I run it across the tight, corded flesh again, greedy for another taste.
The wanton gasp that escapes her mouth emboldens me. With my fist slowly pumping my cock, I pinch her nipple between my teeth and tug with just enough pull to steal her breath and make her hips convulse.
Any guilt I might have felt for touching her in secret evaporates as I watch my sexy, shy seductress melt beneath her fingers.
An orgasming Lacey is a beautiful sight, her body flushed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
My fist jerks up and down my cock in quick strokes until I’m pulsing again in time with Lacey. I try to cup my slit to capture the first shot of cum, but my fingers are too slippery from my last orgasm. Streams of sticky cream shoot from my balls and unexpectedly splash across an exposed strip of her stomach.
The image of my debauchery defiling her perfect skin sends another shot of pleasure up my spine and out of my cock. I aim with intention this time, spraying the final drops of my cum onto her belly, leaving her skin slick with the power she has over me.
A part of me wills her eyes to open and see the arousal she’s unconsciously pulled from me. I’d spell out every filthy detail while her eyes darkened and scenes formed in her head. Then she’d clean my cock with her tongue and open her thighs…
And I’d be ruined forever.
Every hole that I’ve used in the past is just a nameless face, a surrogate for the one I really want. The moments of meaningless release are nothing compared to the pleasure of recounting every sordid detail for Lacey’s pornographic imagination.
And even though I want the real thing with her, our versions of happily ever after are not the same.
It doesn’t take much to deduce from Lacey’s writing that a perfectly plotted romance with one prince and one princess is her fantasy. Whereas I need my sweet princess, Lacey, just like this, flushed from orgasm and covered in my cum, I also want an eager prince waiting on his knees.
No matter how much I want it, that life is just a fantasy.
I lean close to her belly and lick her skin clean, erasing every trace of my moment of weakness from her body.
Her breath shudders and her hips lift.
It takes everything in me to push myself off the bed and walk away from her.
It’s time to get my fist off my dick and become the best fucking wingman alive.
Because the only girl I need will get everything she wants, even if it isn’t me.
