A low moan fills the space between us—his, or mine, maybe both of us.
“We’re researching,” I whisper, barely enough oxygen left in my lungs to form words.
He half laughs, half groans against my neck as I squeeze his shaft. “This is research?”
I don’t trust whatever is spilling out of my mouth, but I’d say anything in this moment to keep him touching me. “There’s only so much I can learn from a video call.”
At the reminder of me watching him fuck someone, Olly’s movements become more intentional, hips pumping his cock in my fist and aiming his mushroom tip toward my greedy little bud.
I push my underwear out of the way until his cock head kisses my aching clit. My hips arch and rock as he slides down, brushing the two fingers joining us.
Olly pants against my neck and lets out an incoherent mumble. Dragging his fingers out of me, he grips his cock and holds it at my entrance.
“Can we do this?” he asks, but it sounds less like a question and more like a plea. “Without screwing up our friendship?”
I don’t know the answer, but I’m beyond stopping now. If I walk away, I’ll be forever tortured by the unknown. I need to know what it feels like to slide my body over his, to come apart on his steely length… “Just once?”
I’ll deal with the consequences of my own heart later.
Olly’s chest heaves against mine, but he doesn’t move.
Desperation claws at me. Did he hear the uncertainty in my voice? I think of the one promise I can make that would be enough to ease his fears and give us what we need. “I promise I won’t fall in love with you.”
The lie burns on my tongue and in my chest, but it’s one I have to conjure into reality.
Because Olly doesn’t fall in love, and I never will if I’m always wondering what if.
He stiffens. Is he going to pull away?
“Don’t stop, please,” I whimper.
My pleading snaps him out of whatever thoughts he’s lost in. He steps back and reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He pulls out a small foil packet and rips the condom open, sheathing his length in seconds.
I wiggle out of my panties and let them drop onto the leaves littering the ground.
He grips my thighs and hoists me in the air. Using the brick wall as leverage, he wraps my legs around his waist and lines up the head of his cock to my entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
As if I’d say no now, when I’m so close to indulging in my own forbidden fantasy. I rock my hips forward until he slips between my lips. “Shut up and show me what I’ve only heard about.”
Olly’s eyes darken to an impossible shade of blue, and he surges forward, slamming me into the brick wall as he rams his cock inside me.
I don’t realize I’m moaning until his hand covers my mouth. “Shh…”
I don’t care about being caught. All I can focus on are the ripples of pleasure building inside me. I shift my hips, greedy for more.
He drops his forehead on my shoulder, his breath a hot shudder on my neck. He squeezes my hips, forcing me to stay still. “You’re so tight. Too tight. Fuck.”
I run my hands over his shoulder, up to his hair, clawing at it, feeling like a live wire, ready to spark. “I’m so close.”
“You’re fucking killing me, Lacey. Stay still or I’m gonna blow before you get there.”
He lifts his head, the look in his eyes as wild and feral as I feel. I want him to come, to watch his eyes glaze over as he pumps into me and shatters, but he grips my hips tighter, not letting me move.
The storm in his eyes settles as he gains control.
Holding my gaze, he smothers my mouth with his palm again and slowly drags his entire shaft out. My eyes widen at the slow, sensual torture, then grow hazy as he slides back in.
