He lowered me onto my back on his bed. He held himself above me like he was preparing to do push-ups. I traced the lines of his veins in his forearms, up his biceps, and over his shoulders. I wrapped my hands behind his neck and pulled him down on top of me. We kissed, desperately, both out of breath and both dying for more of each other.
He thrust slowly into me. I was so wet and so swollen. I moaned and clung to him tighter.
He lifted himself up and rested on his knees. He put one hand under each of my thighs and pushed my legs up and apart. He rubbed my pussy up and down until I thought I might lose my mind. I clutched the sheets. My back arched. A cry escaped me as the tension became too much to bear.
Then he buried himself deep inside me again. I came. It was bliss. He pounded me until I couldn't keep my eyes open. He leaned over me, bracing himself with a hand on either side of my head. I held my legs up for him, making my pussy even tighter. He entered me slowly but deeply; deeper than he ever had. At first, the end of each thrust was painful. He seemed to be aware of this, so he took his time, easing himself in and out, and pausing at the end of each pump.
I gripped his wrists beside my head. I turned to the side and kissed his forearm, then nibbled on the sensitive skin on the inside of his arms. He shuddered above me.
"Fuck me harder," I whispered, my grip on his wrists tightening.
He straightened his legs out so that nothing was stopping his hips from hitting mine. Each thrust was somehow even deeper than before. He was slow on the first few, but then he went faster.
I gasped and moaned as he stretched me. I had never been fucked like this. I could feel my nails pressing into his skin. I couldn't help it. I cried out as his cock hardened and grew as he mounted his moment. He hung his head. I clung to him, paralyzed beneath him as ripples of pleasure shot through me.
He pumped me full of warm cum. I moaned and trembled below him as he eased his way out of me. When I was empty, I lowered my hand to my clit. It was so taut and swollen.
Steven stood, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath, and rested a hand on my ankle.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. We were both recovering but unwilling to not be close. The sensation of his hand on me was a reassuring one. This time we didn't have to leave each other. I could stay. That's what he was showing me. He wanted me there as much as I wanted to be there.
His hand wandered up my shin, over my knee and thigh, and rested on my mound above my clit. His thumb wandered downward, banishing the fingers I had been using to feel my clit. He rubbed me in a slow circle, his thumb sliding off my clit every now and then and gliding over my slit, which was dripping wet with our cum.
I quivered beneath his touch. I was so sensitive right now. He smiled, his thumb now focusing on just my clit. His touch was light and feathery, and perfect to bring me back to the brink. His fingers danced as my body prepared for another orgasm. My nipples were hard. My skin was hot. The back of my neck was sweaty.
When he pinched my clit and rubbed it between two fingers, I came again. He seemed pleased with himself as he continued to stroke me even after the gentlest touch made me flinch.
Eventually, his hand fell away, and he went to the bathroom. I heard him run the tap and tried to muster up the energy to go in there and clean myself up as well. I was full of his cum, and I knew I should take care of it. But I loved having part of him still inside me.
Chapter 21
Steven
It was strange to wake up with a body pressed up against my side. I hadn't slept in the same bed as someone since I told Allie I didn't want to see her. That was three months ago. Now, she was curled up beside me, her body tucked neatly against mine. Her skin was warm and soft, and part of me knew this was what I had wanted. This is the kind of thing she and I were supposed to do in the morning. Cuddle. Sleep. Be close.
Her ass was pressed up against my crotch. My dick was hard and firm against her, but it wasn't enough to wake her. I had one hand on her hip, and the other arm was under her pillow. Her breathing was deep and steady. She was peaceful, content, and at ease here with me.
I should feel the same way. But I didn't. If anything, I felt anxious.
Part of this felt right, but another equal part of me was furious for getting sucked back in. Despite telling Allie I had forgiven her, I knew I hadn't. There was still this nagging anger in the back of my mind about what she had done. I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. I knew it was growing. It was turning into resentment. It was festering. Anger was brewing.
The sex had calmed the storm, but now that morning was here I had clarity. I still wasn't over this whole mess.
I lifted my hand from Allie's hip and pressed it to my forehead. I had created quite the situation for myself.
My phone buzzed on my nightstand. I reached out and answered it before checking who it was. I didn't want it to keep ringing and wake Allie up.
"Hello?" I whispered. Allie nuzzled her cheek deeper into her pillow but didn't wake.
"Morning, Steven," my mother's voice said. "I'm calling to make sure you are still coming tonight."
"Tonight?" I asked, wracking my brain for commitments I had made and apparently forgotten.
"Yes," my mother said slowly, "remember? The cocktail party? I talked to you about this over three weeks ago, honey. Don't tell me you've already forgotten."
"Oh. Right. Yes. The cocktail party. What time is that again?"
"You can come any time after eight."
"Okay. Yeah, I'll be there. Sorry, Mom. It's been a bit of a hectic week. It just slipped my mind," I said, sighing and laying back on the pillows.
"That's alright dear. I understand. Did you manage to find a date?"
"A date?"
Allie yawned and stretched beside me. She rolled over slowly and opened her eyes. She smiled at me, mouthed "who is it?" and then proceeded to rub the sleep out of her eyes.
"Yeah, Mom. I'm bringing Allie," I said.
"Oh, how delightful!" my mother said on the other end of the line. "I haven't seen her in ages! I'm so looking forward to catching up with her. Tell her I can't wait to see her."
"Will do," I said. "Is Andrew going to be there?"
"Well, of course, your brother will be there, Steven," my mother said. "Don't be silly. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see Allie, too. It'll be like a little family reunion !"
"Right. Reunion ," I said. "Alright. I'll see you at eight, Mom."
I hung up the phone. Allie peered over at me. "What's at eight?"
"Cocktails at my parents' place. You know, the annual thing they do with all their friends? Want to be my date?"
Allie propped herself up on her elbow and smiled at me. She was beautiful in the morning, even with her hair in tangles and her makeup smudged under her eyes. "I would love to be your date. I haven't seen your mom in forever." She leaned in and kissed me lightly, then rolled away.
She stood and arched her back, unabashed about her nakedness. I watched her pad around the foot of my bed. She slipped into the bathroom and turned back to me before closing the door behind her. "I have an excuse to go buy a new dress now. I haven't been shopping in ages," she winked and locked herself in.
I locked my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. I was being a manipulative asshole. I knew it. The minute I agreed to bring Allie as my date. I had bigger intentions than attending a stupid cocktail party where I would do nothing but make small talk with people I only ever saw once every year.
I really was only going so that I could see Allie and Andrew in the same room together. I wanted to know what the dynamic was like. Despite her assuring me there was nothing between them, and that it had been nothing but a juvenile mistake, I had to see it with my own two eyes. A secret that two people kept for a decade was a serious thing. Was I just supposed to take both of them on their word?
Chance thought I should. He had said it at least a dozen times over the last three months. But it didn't matter what he said. Or what Allie or Andrew said. If there were still something between them, tonight would help me see it. I would be able to find out once and for all if I could leave this thing behind me.
A nagging feeling in my gut already told me I wouldn't be able to. How could I forget and forgive that Allie, my best friend, had fucked my older brother when she was sixteen and wasted? And, on top of that, they had thought they were pregnant. How could two people just bury that and pretend it had never happened?
The bathroom door opened, and Allie came back into the bedroom. She was naked. She sat on the edge of the bed beside me.