He flashes me a grin, and my heart skips a beat. Without a word, his hand slips between my legs, his smile turning wicked as he feels how wet I am. He gently traces my lips, and a moan escapes me. My body is thirsty for more, every inch of my skin crying out for his touch, and I’m so sure he’s about to push me to the brink again, nudge me over the edge like he did the last time, when he suddenly scoots back to the end of the couch, parts the towel draped over my legs, and vanishes between my thighs. I clamp my legs shut over his head, and he groans in response, pushing my knee aside with one hand.
“Lane, wait.”
He can’t be doing this, it’s too…
He lifts his head and looks up at me. “Should I stop?”
He hasn’t even started, and I’m already throbbing. I look down at him. Look down atus.I don’t know what to say. Is this what I want? Kirk’s the only guy who’s ever touched me like this, and I’m expecting to feel somewhat guilty. I can’t just relax and let it all go—that’s just not me. And anyway—what if me and Lane aren’t on the same page? I need this to mean something, I’m scared of losing myself. I’m scared of…
“Lois?”
He’s so close, I can feel his breath against the delicate skin between my legs, and my common sense flies out the window. Slowly, I shake my head. I just want to see whether it’s as good as I’ve been imagining, that’s all.No big deal, right?
I watch as he moves closer, sinking lower between my thighs, and leaving trails of kisses on his way down. His breath ghosts over my slick folds, and the first featherlight kiss he plants there is a slow shock that ripples through me, and I gasp, hips jerking. He looks up at me through roguish eyes and pins my thighs with his hands, thumbs caressing. I swear I can feel his smile against me. And then, with torturous patience, he drags his tongue in one slow stroke from my entrance to my clit, and my vision goes white.
“How doesthisfeel?” he asks, circling my clit with his tongue.
That damn question again. My mind is racing—nothing makes sense anymore. Every fiber of my being is on fire, my breath hot and shallow. I never expected to have this with anyone other than Kirk, let alone Lane. He relaxes his grip on my knee, stroking my inner thigh, his eyes still boring into mine, as if he can read the contents of my soul. His cockiness has loosened, giving way to something quieter, more cautious, as if Lane were suddenly as nervous as I am. I’ve always thought of him as this experienced guy, but now I’m seeing him in a whole new light. This vulnerable side of him is new to me, and I love how it makes me feel.Careful.
“What about this?”
He gently sucks on my clit, and my mind starts drifting away from my body, and I shake my head, unable to reply. I don’t even know what he’s asking me.
“Or this?”
When he slides his tongue inside me, I lose control, arching my back, my elbows giving way beneath me as I fall back into the cushions. My fingers claw at his hair, and he lets out a low sound against me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs between strokes, “good girl.” Then he starts to suck and lick, drinking in every gasp and whimper he pulls from me.
“Tell me how it feels.” He runs his tongue flat over just the right spot, again and again. “Tell me. Or do you not want to feel good anymore?”
All I can do is moan in response, the sound raw. Lane’s grip tightens as he pushes my legs higher, spreading me wider, and the last of my thoughts shatter. The only thing that exists is the heat building low in my belly, climbing higher with every second of his touch. It’s like he knows exactly how to ruin me. His tongue flicks and circles, teasing the edges of my clit, and when he finally slides a finger inside me, curling it deep, I cry out. He pumps it slowly, curling again, while his mouth sucks and laps in a rhythm that has my vision spinning. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter, until it’s all I can feel—Lane, and the way he’s devouring me like he’ll never get enough.
At some point, his hands move up to lace with mine, and I cling to his fingers, strangling them with every wave of ecstasy that crashes through me. I tug him closer—or maybe he pulls me in—I can’t tell anymore. It’s messy, desperate, and all-consuming.
Once I return to my senses, I roll over and collapse against the couch. Lane is panting hard as he rests his cheek against my pubic bone, wiping his mouth dry on my skin. As my pulse settles, the weight that’s pinning me down starts to lift, and I stare up, my eyes wide and wild. My legs are shaking. I gaze up at the ceiling, tears welling in my eyes.
When I feel Lane stir, I clamp my mouth shut, turning away as he retreats down the hallway, listening to the bathroom door open and close. And then nothing. I’m alone here on the couch, struggling to make sense of what just happened. Our friendship just took a sharp turn off the beaten track, and Lane is in the driver’s seat. I’m putting my trust in a driver who won’t talk to me. And I have no clue where we’re headed or how we’re getting there. My skin is on fire—so why am I shivering so hard?
25LANE
I dunk my head under the faucet and let the icy water wash over me. My cheeks are burning, my chest feels tight. I grip the edge of the bathroom counter so I don’t wander back into the living room. I don’t even know what I want. I’m desperate to get back to the couch to finish what I… What I never should have started on New Year’s Eve.Terrible idea, man.It’s safer here, that’s why I’m clinging to this sink.
I rub my mouth, trying to erase the traces of Lois’s sweet softness, but it’s all too new and real right now. The memory won’t fade, and it’s driving me crazy.
Get back in there. Get your ass back in there and tell her something.
But like what? I don’t even know what I was thinking! I was just overcome with this urge, like a craving I couldn’t suppress, watching her stand there with her towel and her mouth, talking about Kirk. It was too much. I lost control. She was standing right here where I am now, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t forget the sight of her. I fling my head back, sending droplets flying over the walls.Why is it getting so fucking hard to have her around?
I open my bedroom door and press my forehead to the window. I need to go in there and talk to her. I can’t just ignore her, not after what I just did. Lois doesn’t deserve to be given the cold shoulder. Shedoesn’t deserve a repeat of New Year’s Eve, either. She didn’t ask me a single thing after that night, even when I acted like nothing ever happened. She didn’t push it, I guess because for her there’s nothing between us. All there is, is me trying to help her forget all about Kirk so she can finally move on. I should just carry on being her friend and let time do the rest. I bury myself under my comforter and swear to myself it won’t ever happen again.
“ARE YOU GOING TO BEokay?” I ask.
“Yeah. I didn’t sleep well last night.” She yawns from the passenger seat, warming her hands on the radiator.
Me either. I barely got any sleep.She glances out the window and sighs when she catches sight of the hordes of students. Technically, classes started three days ago, but this is our first day back on campus. Lois came down with a nasty flu, she’s been stuck in bed for a week now, and I’ve spent my time nursing her, listening to her groan, puke, and sleep. I gave her my bed and watched over her like a worried mom.Great start to the New Year…
I’d hoped all the sleepless nights and time to think would help me cool down, especially considering she isn’t exactly glowing right now. But nope. It’s not that I have a puke fetish or anything, but I can’t stop thinking about what we did every time I walk past my couch—or whenever I close my eyes.
