Fuck.
I bring two fingers to my nose, and a faint trace of her scent lingers, making my cock jerk in response.
One more orgasm, and then I’ll forget how sliding inside of her felt like my first time all over again.
I grip the base of my shaft and pretend it’s her long fingers pumping me. Lifting my hips, I imagine ramming Lacey againstthe wall again until her silky heat surrounds me completely. Did she like the way I spread her open?
I squeeze my fist tighter, wishing it were Lacey’s tight hole.
What about her other little hole? Has she let anyone between those sexy cheeks before?
No. I don’t have to ask to know Lacey never had a cock in her ass.
I picture Lacey on all fours in front of me, looking over her shoulder in invitation.
My fist is manic, jerking up and down, my balls tight and aching.
I want her ass, pussy, and cherry-colored tongue on my dick.
I want to do everything with Lacey—only Lacey.
Every fuck since meeting Lacey has been for her, and knowing she wanted every sordid detail turned me on more than the hole I fucked…
My fist slows as my mind flies through every person I’ve been with since meeting Lacey.
My heart beats out of sync one second, then reverberates against my chest the next. They all had one thing in common: a penis.
Before meeting Lacey, I’d never actively chosen one piece of anatomy over the other. I like to fuck—it doesn’t matter whom. But watching Lacey’s eyes light up when I described sucking a cock for the first time made me want to give her a reason to look at me like that every day.
Two guys fucking turns Lacey on, and just thinking about Lacey turns me on. But it’s more than lust that connects us. She’s the only person I’ve ever been comfortable enough to be myself with and the only person I’ve ever wanted to be more for.
My cock pulses as the orgasm hits me so fast it steals my breath.
I lay on my bed panting, hand and stomach coated in my confusion.
I haven’t wanted to be with another woman since meeting Lacey.
The unexpected realization hits me just as hard. If I’m not already in love with my best friend, I’m dangerously close to falling into it.
A smile plays on my lips but quickly drops.
Lacey promised she wouldn’t fall in love with me…
Did she mean it?
Did I want her to?
Instead of easing the ache for her, being inside Lacey and knowing I never would be again only worsened the pain.
I shove myself out of bed and storm to the shower. Turning the water to scalding, I step under.
But it’s no use. Soap won’t wash Lacey off my skin. She’s soaked into every pore, so entwined with my very being that a part of me feels like it’s missing because she isn’t with me.
I can’t be just her friend anymore.
I want to be her everything.
A weight I didn’t know I was carrying lifts from my shoulders until it feels like the water pounding on my skin is the only thing stopping me from floating.
