Friends with Benefits(25)

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.