I give her a wicked grin. “In fact, I’d quite like to look at you. I could even help you if you wanted.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I think so.” I grab her hand and slide it between her legs. Her eyes widen. “You’re wet.” I place my hand on top of hers and slide it up along her clit.
“Really, Luke?” She whimpers.
“What?”
“We’re going to do this?”
“Don’t best friends do everything together?”
I wink at her, and she just laughs.
“This is something that I’ve never heard of best friends doing all the time.” She moans slightly. “But I’m willing to give it a try. What do I do?”
“I think you need to rub your clit a little bit faster,” I say as I move her finger back and forth.
She spreads her legs a little wider, and I try not to groan as my fingers glide along her clit, along with hers.
“You’re so wet,” I say.
“I’m so horny,” she breathes out and whimpers.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask her softly.
“Thinking about you touching me.”
“Is that what you want?”
Our fingers move faster now, and all I want is to slide inside of her.
“I don’t even know. I just want to come,” she says softly.
I rub her for a couple more seconds, and then I pull her top up again and start playing with her breasts.
“Luke?” She’s breathing loudly now, almost panting.
“Continue playing with yourself,” I say.
She nods slightly, and I watch as she rubs herself faster and faster as I play with her nipples.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” she calls out, her voice cracking.
“Come for me, Mia.”
Her body starts shaking as she rubs herself into an orgasm. I lean down and suck on her nipple, and she grabs my head and plays with my hair. She’s breathing heavier now, and I can tell she’s close. I slip my finger back between her legs and grab her hand and guide her into ecstasy. She screams, her body shuddering as she comes on my fingers.
“Fuck,” I say as I press my lips against hers. “That was hot.”
“You think so?”
She kisses me back urgently, and I nod as I pull away, hard as hell. Itwas absolutely amazing, and even though I know, inside, we’ve crossed a line we shouldn’t have crossed, I just don’t care. That was the hottest moment I’d ever had in my life, even hotter than sex, and I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to actually be inside of her. I know if that time comes, it has to be about more than her just feeling horny or wanting to be in a fake relationship. It has to be because she wants me with her mind, body, and soul. It has to be because she’s falling for me in the same way that I’ve already fallen for her.
As her eyes flutter and she drifts off to sleep, I wonder if we’ve crossed a line that we shouldn’t have.
How far can we go and convince ourselves it’s for the plot of our story?
